The office was quiet that day. They all knew it was coming, and was just hoping they wouldn't be in the way of the fury when it happened. He sat in behind his desk, doing all his daily expectations. He, for one, was quite reliable for paperwork. His blue-grey eyes never leaving the papers for a second, even as someone just walked into his office.
"what is it", He spoke, stoic as ever. It really bothered him when people didn't knock. "Captain", came a voice directly in front of him. Normally he would have just continued, but the voice was incredibly unfamiliar. He glared up at the intruder to face a handful of paperwork being shoved in his face. "what the hell is this?", his words dripping with disgust at the disrespect being displayed towards him. Anyone in the police department knew better. So this was a complete stranger.
"these are your transfer papers Captain", the man spoke directly. The blond looked back up to glare at the man who looked a little like his underling, Chris, but far higher up and a much gruffer looking face.
"and you expect me to fill these out willingly?", a sharp twist on the Captains tongue as he angrily stared at the stranger.
"only if you wish to keep your job Wesker", he spat back, "orders from the higher power. Mandatory transfer to liberty city."
Disbelief ran through the Captains mind. "You're expected to arrive in the next three days. So I recommend filling these out and heading home to pack. I wish you luck Captain, that's a tough city. Odd one at that"
With that comment the Chris wannabe left without another word, or shutting the door. Wesker just looked to stare at the now mandatory transfer papers while running a hand through his always perfect hair. Half the people in the office were peering through the office door that was left wide open to see the reaction. All of them hated working for Wesker, he knew it and loved the power, but he never thought the day would come when he would lose that power.
Barry had leaned over his desk so far to get a glimpse of a priceless expression that he stumbled to not fall over. Wesker got up and slammed his door shut, then began on his new found paperwork.
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Two days after
First thing he saw getting off the train was a man running around in a speedo playing a guitar expecting to receive money from it. Yea, this was going to be difficult.
Before too much walking, more like after being disgusted by the people, he noticed a hotel not far off. He walked quickly, without much courtesy towards others, but that was just him being his natural self. He pretty much ran through the door. Only feeling incredibly lucky that it was a rather nice place. Classy…and since the station he was placed at was going to pay his housing fee for a year (that much he fought for) he may as well pick the nicest.
"Hello sir, how may I help you this evening?", a rather attractive woman asked from behind the counter.
"I would like the most expensive room available. For one." Wesker stared, looming at her. He wasn't exactly straight, but he was fluent in the art of seduction. And used it when he felt someone was week enough for him to easily prey on. The tougher ones were far more appealing though.
"yes sir", she spoke, breaking the blond from his devious thoughts, "we have a penthouse available if-"
"that'll do nicely. Reserve it for the next year starting today.", He interrupted.
"um, we cant exactly do that sir…", she wasn't sure how to approach him about it and it showed.
Wesker looked at her, blond locks of hair curling around a flawless face. A beauty, like himself. A tag on her left breast revealed her name, Hope.
"I have other forms of payment should you accept.", Wesker spoke, his voice becoming velvet honey to those who could hear him. He leaned over, glaring over his sunglasses at the pale woman.
"Y-yes sir", she quickly put him in the system as he continued to stare, the man growing a seductive smirk in the process. In a way, he would call himself a succubus.
She grabbed the key and reached over to hand it to him. Wesker grabbed key holding hand and pulled her to where she was bending over the counter and inhaled deeply. "lavender…I like it", he spoke the way he had earlier. "im a man of my word. Would you like to show me to my room?", he whispered. The receptionists face turning a beet red as he continued to talk. He let go as he knew he had won. She gripped the key tightly and began walking to the room. Wesker stalking quickly behind. 'hm, a brilliant way to start off anew id say', he spoke to himself, the smirk still perfectly in place.
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