☣ → Shock and Awe
WHO: Wesker and Rebecca Chambers
WHAT: PEOPLE, PEOPLE EVERYWHERE. Also, questions.
WHEN: The day after this. Just as the event begins.
WHERE: Rich district; La Vista Hotel.
Wesker had spent the morning moving as silently as possible, letting Rebecca get as much sleep as possible. Unbeknownst to her, Wesker had done more than simply burn Rebecca's clothes; of course, he had to burn them, as they were a severe bio-hazard, and simply washing the zombie blood out of it wouldn't be sanitary enough. The T-virus was strangely resilient, and even bleaching the clothes wouldn't do it. Wesker spent the previous night collecting Rebecca's clothes from their crumpled pile on the bathroom floor after she went to bed, and took samples of the leech blood from the stained garments. It looked like the rookie had seen a lot of action; there was at least two whole leeches worth of blood here, which meant she killed an awful lot of them at close range. He'd have to congratulate her when she woke up for making it out of that relatively unscathed. Using the stolen lab equipment, Wesker isolated the T-virus from the blood, and placed it in a small device to allow the virus to replicate itself in some Petri dishes. The virus would need to get to a more stable form before he did anything with it, but in time, he was hoping to have his own steady supply of the T-virus.
When Rebecca's clothes had served their purpose, Wesker left and went down the street, dumping the clothes in a dumpster and setting the dumpster on fire after first writing down Becky's various sizes from the tags of her outfit. It was the only safe way to dispose of the contaminated clothes.
The next morning, Wesker broke into a nearby department store, and collected at least four different sets of clothes for her, and took them back to the apartment, laying them out on the chair in Rebecca's room.
It was just as Wesker was heating up his own little breakfast when he nearly jumped out of his skin, not out of fear, but surprise. Voices. EVERYWHERE! Dashing to the window in his flash-step like speed - more out of reaction than intentionally - the man saw hundreds of people outside, continuing about their daily lives as if they had been there forever. Cars at traffic stops, people shopping, even people who were on their way into the hotel. It was then that was a knock at the door. The maid.
Wesker went straight to the door, and opened it. "House keeping!" the women said in a foreign accent, grinning a completely fake grin. "Unnecessary," Wesker replied, and shut the door in her face. Ignoring the "Asshole," from the other side of the door, Wesker breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully was prepared for this inevitably happening; he had hacked into the administrators computer, programming in that he had already rented out this room weeks in advance, and even printed out a forged receipt for paying for this. Eventually, he'd need to actually pay for it when the week was up, but he could handle that. He was counting on profiting from the T-virus, but how he would do so wasn't quite known.
WHAT: PEOPLE, PEOPLE EVERYWHERE. Also, questions.
WHEN: The day after this. Just as the event begins.
WHERE: Rich district; La Vista Hotel.
Wesker had spent the morning moving as silently as possible, letting Rebecca get as much sleep as possible. Unbeknownst to her, Wesker had done more than simply burn Rebecca's clothes; of course, he had to burn them, as they were a severe bio-hazard, and simply washing the zombie blood out of it wouldn't be sanitary enough. The T-virus was strangely resilient, and even bleaching the clothes wouldn't do it. Wesker spent the previous night collecting Rebecca's clothes from their crumpled pile on the bathroom floor after she went to bed, and took samples of the leech blood from the stained garments. It looked like the rookie had seen a lot of action; there was at least two whole leeches worth of blood here, which meant she killed an awful lot of them at close range. He'd have to congratulate her when she woke up for making it out of that relatively unscathed. Using the stolen lab equipment, Wesker isolated the T-virus from the blood, and placed it in a small device to allow the virus to replicate itself in some Petri dishes. The virus would need to get to a more stable form before he did anything with it, but in time, he was hoping to have his own steady supply of the T-virus.
When Rebecca's clothes had served their purpose, Wesker left and went down the street, dumping the clothes in a dumpster and setting the dumpster on fire after first writing down Becky's various sizes from the tags of her outfit. It was the only safe way to dispose of the contaminated clothes.
The next morning, Wesker broke into a nearby department store, and collected at least four different sets of clothes for her, and took them back to the apartment, laying them out on the chair in Rebecca's room.
It was just as Wesker was heating up his own little breakfast when he nearly jumped out of his skin, not out of fear, but surprise. Voices. EVERYWHERE! Dashing to the window in his flash-step like speed - more out of reaction than intentionally - the man saw hundreds of people outside, continuing about their daily lives as if they had been there forever. Cars at traffic stops, people shopping, even people who were on their way into the hotel. It was then that was a knock at the door. The maid.
Wesker went straight to the door, and opened it. "House keeping!" the women said in a foreign accent, grinning a completely fake grin. "Unnecessary," Wesker replied, and shut the door in her face. Ignoring the "Asshole," from the other side of the door, Wesker breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully was prepared for this inevitably happening; he had hacked into the administrators computer, programming in that he had already rented out this room weeks in advance, and even printed out a forged receipt for paying for this. Eventually, he'd need to actually pay for it when the week was up, but he could handle that. He was counting on profiting from the T-virus, but how he would do so wasn't quite known.