Seven Minutes

"Deadbeat? That would have to imply I knew you existed in the first place." By the looks of it, Jake was around his twenties which would mean that Wesker would have had to met his mother sometime before... Ah, Uroboros. He looks on at the boy from behind his silver mask with intrigue. He certainly inherited the Wesker genes — another reason Spencer likely picked him. Dominance even where one couldn't see. The perfect human being.

Whatever this is

Poor Jake bro

20+ Indie, Semi-Selective, JAKE MULLER from RESIDENT EVIL 6

Written by SELPHIE!

Follows back from @glitteredpawprints

And then he made a counter offer, the type of offer she needed for this to succeed.

Her smile fades, replaced a level, painfully open and honest look that echoes back to the other Redfield in his younger years with the STARS. They really did wear their hearts on their sleeves in the family. If he wanted the charade cut, Claire was more than willing to work with that.

"I want to know more about the work you did at the Spencer Estate. Not to haunt you or taunt you. The opposite, really. See, Wesker, you're the best resource there is for virology research; not to mention the most stable, walking and talking specimen of your own work."

The tablet is set back on the table, swivelled back with her finger hovered over the words 'Tyrant Virus'.

"I want to know how you tick. I want to know what you know about virology. I want to understand all of it - all of you."

Spencer had chosen his specimens well.

He looks down at the tablet, looking at the words just beneath her finger, ears strained to hear her words and his mind swarmed with memories of that vile place. That's where everything changed — the night he betrayed the team he had grown rather close to with the intent to sacrifice them for combat data of all things. Chris, Jill, Barry, Enrico, Rebecca, Richard... two years he spent getting to know his teams, forming strong relations so they would not suspect him of a thing. At some point he had forgotten that the intent was to cover Umbrella's tracks — they became more of a found family than professional partners... and he had to sentence them to death.

Excella instantly makes haste to be by the other's side in attempt to offer COMFORT.

Manicured hands hovers over his tense shoulders before resting on them. Slim fingers massage there, hoping it'll melt the TENSION right out of Dr. Wesker. As she does this, almond-coloured eyes scan the DAMAGE done to this specific lab.

Hundreds-- No, THOUSANDS of dollars of equipment down the drain because of the blond's tantrum. Fortunately for him, money is no OBJECT for the Regional Director. Still, she was hoping for a little more . . . DISCRETION in how he conducts himself. Nevertheless, this doesn't diminish the SPARKLE in her eye that she has for the man.

"I'm sorry," He mutters behind gloved hands, refusing to look at the damage or anything else. "No one else should have to clean my mess, I can..." Another sigh, but this time he has removed his glasses and is looking at Excella over his shoulder. It was clear that this man had not slept in quite a while and it was certainly affecting his temperament and his judgement. "Give me a chance to repair what I can, please." What kind of partner would he be in this business if he let the other pick up the messes he's purposely made, nevermind how they were created.

The sound of a bird tweeting echoes in the room, but it was just a fake as the flower petals falling around them. Everything reminded him of Sara, and even having Wesker present reminded him of when he'd greeted guests for his wedding. He hopes...things would be different; a hope that Wesker would accept his proposal to cooperate, to change the world in their own image. Wesker held the same resentment for the world as he did, it would be foolish to ignore their destiny together.

"Everything and more, Mr. Wesker." Another firm shake of their hands before he releases Wesker's gloved fingers.

"You agree then that this world is in desperate need of a clean and better slate?" Even if Arias agreed and desired to cooperate, Wesker knew he had to hold him at arm's length, lest he be blindsided by an inevitable betrayal — people in his line of work never kept their partnerships for long if they ever had any at all. It would have only been a matter of time before Albert betrayed William for his research; how long would it take him for Arias?

i'm not hiding in any of your closets but i'm definitely close!