dont laugh at me i wrote this when i was 16 for english class and also yeah don't mind the fact that Ada still works for him post re5 that was just a stupid plot hole I forgot about ok enjoy if u can lmao

As a pressure system was activated, the big sliding doors of the mall opened obediently for the tall, ominous man dressed all in black; dark jeans, a black silk turtleneck, and a worn black coat with many pockets- in fact, his multi pocketed coat was his prized possession. More pockets equals more room for weapons.

Removing his riding gloves and adjusting his dark shades, the blond glanced wearily at his surroundings and inhaled deeply the scent of multiple different fried foods, perfume, floor wax and, ugh, people.

It was a truly horrible place. As adept and awesome as he was, even Wesker held a certain kind of fear for the social wastebin known as a 'mall'.

He would rather not go here, but as luck would have it, he ran out of hair gel this morning and his 'personal secretary slash assassin' was on another one of her seclusive self-assigned missions (which apparently according to her contract, she's entitled to) with some bozo named Leonard or Larry or something, leaving him to fend for himself.

Chin raised confidently, Wesker tensed his jaw and took a daring step forward-

Into gum.

I will not make it out of here alive if I'm not more careful, Albert reminded himself, curling his foot inward to look at the bottom of his shoe. The shiny black loafer squeaked worse than a cat giving birth as he scraped it on the floor, trying to get the gum off. Several people stopped and stared at him.

"Agh humans! I'm bombing all of you once I'm through acquiring your hair products!" he belted out, ignoring the questioning looks he was getting.

He huffed and took a moment to collect himself before casually ignoring all the stares and walking toward his destination; wherever that may be...

He quickly realized he'd need to procure a map of this new frontier so as not to accidentally walk into a pet store and become emotionally compromised by mewling kittens.

Mission objective: find a map.

Wesker grunted in annoyance as the crowds of stupid apes constantly bumping into him and shoving him from behind or bolting into his line of direction or stopping dead in front of him. The mere seconds that passed breathing that heavy, musty air affirmed that Albert hated this place very much. The man tugged irritably at his collar, barely restraining his urge to pull a gun on everyone around him.

Eventually he spotted a large map on the wall near a crossroads.

In a blur of speed, Albert lunged toward the lit up poster of the mall's schematics. He studied it intently, as if he were decoding some ancient language.

Beauty and cosmetics. 2nd floor.

"Yessss."

Wesker smirked and giggled evilly (as evil as a giggle can be) prompting a couple more people to raise a brow at his strange behavior, being as he looked fresh out of a Matrix convention, standing in front of a map giggling like he was a preteen spying on girls getting dressed.

After his evil giggle fit, he sniffed and adjusted his sunglasses. "It is time." He announced to no one in particular.

Making his own path by shoving people out of his way, Wesker finally entered the store and spotted his targets: the cans of hair gel shining gloriously atop their plexiglass thrones, waiting for him.

Feet pounding dents into the floor, Wesker sprinted toward his prize, wearing a triumphant grin.

Yes, he was about to complete his mission and get out of this sticky crap hole.

And then... Albert made the fatal mistake of turning his gaze slightly to the left, peering into the soaps aisle just long enough for his eyes to catch on the unmistakable sight of a well-built middle-aged brunet male. Even as the man's back was turned, Albert knew exactly who it was.

"... chRIIIIIIISSSSS!"

His shriek echoed through the entire wing of the mall, and the stubbled soldier spun around to face the noise, a look of shock on his face as he mouthed the word 'no'.

In an instant, the large man was charging toward Albert at top speed with a deep scowl on his face. The blond could only yelp and make a futile grab for his hair gel, just as Chris snatched his pant leg and dragged him down to the floor with him.

"YOU BASTARD! HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!" he yelled in Wesker's face, knife out and pressing against his throat. The smaller, being pinned, merely grabbed Chris's hand and pushed back on it, easily keeping the blade away from his skin while he smirked up Chris's stupid gorilla face. "You haven't changed Chr-"

"FREEZE!" Two angry voices of security guards bellowed, interrupting their touching reunion.