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Wesker had been in Savannah for a while now. He had already talked with his companion and received the Hypnos specimen from him for half the price, with some negotiation tactics, of course. And now he was relaxing in a renovated mansion he had purchased for a few days. It was a quaint old place with vines cascading up opposite sides of the complex and there were a great number of willow trees that cast the place in shade during the harsh daylight hours. In the back of the mansion was a small graveyard that seemed to be decaying with age and a large fish pond had been abandoned for some time ago. All in all, is was a place that truly suited the former S.T.A.R.S commander.
But, Albert hadn't bothered to venture through the complex too much just yet. His mind was too preoccupied with the arrival of Chris and the obvious battle that would follow. For now, though, Wesker sat and watched the city from his perch on the balcony of the third floor, a cigar firmly lodged in his mouth. As of yet, he had not heard from Redfield, and he was wondering whether or not he was coming alone. It was more than likely that Chris was bringing some back up for this rescue mission.
That, though, was of no concern to Wesker.
Albert inhaled deeply on his cigar as he adjusted his suit and tie. Closing his eyes, he allowed his ears to engulf the sound of the city. The city was loud with the bustling of humans and animals alike, but unlike the other cities that he had ventured to, this one had a refined air about it.
He exhaled in a long strain of smoke and opened his eyes again. The clean noise he had heard previous was gone; now all he could hear was the chaos of the late evening. Deciding to take his mind off of the racket, he peered at his watch.
"You're late; that will cost you."