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[unknownmutation]

Another day, another moment to stalk around. It seemed Wesker was doing that a lot lately. He would walk the complex at odd intervals of the day, just to see if he could catch the eye of another inhabitant of the permanent terminal, as he so graciously put it. But tonight, unlike before, he had taken to his old uniform from his mission to Rockfort

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[23s_topreporter]

Well, if wasn't Mr. Ice Cream Man himself. Edison ducked back around the corner behind Wesker before he could be noticed. He'd been on the way to the bookstore, vaguely hoping it might have a book on lockpicking. Vaguely because he highly doubted it.

But now he had a new plan. He reached down and turned his camera on; he needed a little help from Kaylee or Max to go live, but he could still record. Brief pause to collect his thoughts, then back around the corner.

"Mr. Wesker, isn't it?" he called, walking closer. "Edison Carter: Arrivals Only." He was never going to used to that. "Mind if I have a word?"

[unknownmutation]

The Tyrant stopped and pivoted at a forty-five degree angle. His shades reflected something red behind them for a brief moment, but once it appeared, it was gone, leaving him with a very distinct scowl across his lips.

"It depends on the word." Wesker murmured. "I am a busy man, after all. You know, things to do, people to see. How long do you think this will take Mr. Carter? I must warn you, I am not the most patient of men."

He tapped his boot sharply against the ground.

[23s_topreporter]

Edison tried to dismiss the glow as being reflected from his camera's red recording light, but he was a touch unsettled. Not that he was going to let Wesker know. He'd dealt with people a lot more hostile than that.

"Oh, I won't take much of your time," he replied, thinking that, of course, it would take as long as it took. "So, Mr. Wesker, how busy can you possibly be in an abandoned airport?"

[unknownmutation]

"While you are wasting your time on some pathetic telecast program, I'm looking for an answer. You see Mr. Carter, every riddle has an answer and while this unique complex is quite the riddle to crack, it shall only take me time before I am out and about doing what I do best." Wesker turned his front towards Edison and smiled. "I do not plan to be a permanent here in this pathetic hole in the ground."

He jerked his head from side to side slightly, as if releasing a knot or two in his neck before continuing.

"So, as you can see, I'm going to need some time - time you are currently wasting, Mr. Carter. I do not like my time wasted." A growl rumbled up Wesker's throat.

"So, get on with it or be gone. Or are you merely trying to irritate me to, perhaps, get a rise out of me on this closed-circuit network?" There was a second flash of bright red behind those shades as the Tyrant pulled back his upper lip in the most vibrant display of anger.