Albert Wesker didn't like being caught off guard. I liked to be on top of things. But as he stood on the wall just outside of the Russian Umbrella facility, watching Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine's helicopter fly off, he was caught off guard.
"Hello," said a gravelly voice. Wesker looked down to see the BOW that had killed him standing at the base of the wall.
Tyrant: 5years I had waited for this moment. Five years of frustration, five years of searching. And there I was, face to face with the man who could possibly hold the answers to the questions that burned inside of me. As Albert Wesker looked down at me, a flicker of surprise registered on his face, but was gone as quickly as it had come. He jumped down the thirty-some feet from the top of the wall, landing gracefully on the ground in front of me.
"Hello," he replied, acting as if he had been expecting me. And maybe he had. He listened closely to what I had to say, curious as to why I was here.
A/N: I know I keep my chapters short, but that's what makes this so easy to write review if you wish for me to continue.