Wesker's disguise was well sewn in him, like the robes of royalty. His uniform was impeccably clad to his body, a proper physique to a Captain. The faint lights of his office do nothing but help his image to become more intimidating. The way he stood in the leather chair, his hands clasped together over his table as he analyzes the newly received pieces of information from the Arklay Mountains cases.

Even though he knew very well what was going on.

His past on Umbrella, his researches, all buried in the grave of his self. A castle of cards he built with excellence. The S.T.A.R.S members believed in him, his team couldn't do much but follow him, literal stars being dragged to a black hole, from where they are not expected to return.

Wesker takes a deep breath, letting the sound of the ticking clock in his office echo through the dark room, his eyes staring at the table in front of him, while his mind keeps rolling the new information around.

Umbrella was getting more desperate with the virus spreading. Of course, it wasn't in their plans. The dark tendrils of the corporation slithering out of their destroyed shell. The T-Virus could not only spread through air, but also through bites and scratches from infected individuals, making infection easier. The amount of victims in the town was rising every minute. Wesker couldn't help but smirk, the thought of the chaos already caused amusing to him.