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[unknownmutation]

The whole event had amused him greatly. She had to have known that he would track her down eventually; no individual could have been that naive. Yet, here he was, traveling half-way across the globe just to hunt her down. The odds were that she had already fled, but that did not mean he couldn't poke around in her living environment. And if she

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[m_max_headroom]

Max had fizzled into the terminal monitor that had been smashed by his very own good friend and all around swell guy, Edison Carter. Of all the people who Max had met he could pick a few who would enjoy taking a smack at one of his screens but Edison Carter wasn't one of them (kicking incident aside). It went over Max's head that he might've hit a nerve somewhere. And Max's head was pretty easy to get things over

[unknownmutation]

Wesker had been busying himself with a pad of paper and a pen when the monitor decided to flicker. At the beginning, he just ignored it, thinking it a technical malfunction or what have you. However, as soon as the man on the screen began communicating with him, the Tyrant's face fell sour and soon, he had a blond brow arched over the tip of his pitch-black shades as he examined the energetic fellow on the television screen

[m_max_headroom]

Max was a bit put-off of the fact that every time he appeared to someone new he seemed to immediately earn the displeasure of being put in the position of whoever was against this person. He watched and switched screens to follow the man's journey in the terminal.

"Y-y-you should see what's-s-s left of the restaurant," he scoffed.

And then with his last comment he gave a shrug. He transmitted his image to all of the visible monitors. "You mean like, like this?" he asked, in stereo.

[unknownmutation]

Albert stopped. This couldn't be Spencer or Ada's work - they would have admitted it by now.

"If you aren't working for someone, then I would like some sort of explanation or, at least, a rooming area with a fridge cold enough to hold a-" He bit his tongue and just smiled that coy little smile. "-special serum I brought with me. You see, I am a doctor.."

The Tyrant almost purred as he spoke. "So Mr, what was it, Headroom? Ah, yes, Mr. Headroom, you see my dilemma, do you not?" Wesker moved smoothly and deliberately back towards his luggage and his silver case. "Things could turn mighty ugly if that serum doesn't find a freezer in the next twenty-four hours.."