The man that sounds unfamiliar to you will actually be at least vaguely familiar in appearance, judging from the photographs your boyfriend has shown you; it looks like Barry, one of the people Wesker has mentioned knowing from when he was a member of S.T.A.R.S. The other person here is in fact Wesker; he's wearing something you've seen before, though not in any sort of regular capacity. The room itself looks like a study of some sort - it's narrow, with a desk set up against the wall and a chair pulled out in front of it; Barry is occupying the chair at the moment, while Wesker is leaning back, half-sitting on the desktop itself, his posture decidedly more casual than Barry's is.
If either of them have noticed you coming in, they don't seem aware of it; they don't seem aware of much of anything.
"What I'm asking is fairly simple, I think." Wesker's words are easy; he's toying with his sunglasses between his fingers, the motion idle. His eyes are that odd, bright shade of blue that they used to be before the virus. "Of course, it's all according to what Umbrella wants - it hardly matters if you make me happy, it all has to be to their standards. You understand, I'm sure."
"Yes, sir." Barry's voice is timid by comparison, the sort of thing that's deep and trying to sound confident but shaking just a little too much for it to be convincing.
"Good to know, because I really would hate for anything to happen to anyone. You have a lovely daughter, you know. Let's ensure she stays that way."
"Please don't- "
"Just ensure that they go down easy and I'll see to it that your family doesn't all have something truly unfortunate happen to their pretty faces. Simple. Straightforward. You know I prefer things that can play out like that, don't you?"]
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The man that sounds unfamiliar to you will actually be at least vaguely familiar in appearance, judging from the photographs your boyfriend has shown you; it looks like Barry, one of the people Wesker has mentioned knowing from when he was a member of S.T.A.R.S. The other person here is in fact Wesker; he's wearing something you've seen before, though not in any sort of regular capacity. The room itself looks like a study of some sort - it's narrow, with a desk set up against the wall and a chair pulled out in front of it; Barry is occupying the chair at the moment, while Wesker is leaning back, half-sitting on the desktop itself, his posture decidedly more casual than Barry's is.
If either of them have noticed you coming in, they don't seem aware of it; they don't seem aware of much of anything.
"What I'm asking is fairly simple, I think." Wesker's words are easy; he's toying with his sunglasses between his fingers, the motion idle. His eyes are that odd, bright shade of blue that they used to be before the virus. "Of course, it's all according to what Umbrella wants - it hardly matters if you make me happy, it all has to be to their standards. You understand, I'm sure."
"Yes, sir." Barry's voice is timid by comparison, the sort of thing that's deep and trying to sound confident but shaking just a little too much for it to be convincing.
"Good to know, because I really would hate for anything to happen to anyone. You have a lovely daughter, you know. Let's ensure she stays that way."
"Please don't- "
"Just ensure that they go down easy and I'll see to it that your family doesn't all have something truly unfortunate happen to their pretty faces. Simple. Straightforward. You know I prefer things that can play out like that, don't you?"]