Contrary to popular belief, black was not the best colour for stealth. A solid black silhouette stood out too easily. Dark blue and grey were more useful, and Wesker had taken that into account for stealth missions while he was human.
His approach to stealth had changed with his new superhuman abilities. Rather than trying to blend in, he could run fast enough to appear as an unidentifiable blur, gone in an instant. And he'd always looked good in black. (He looked good in everything, but especially black.)
His HCF uniform had essentially been a black version of his STARS uniform. It had suited him, but as the greatest crime lord in the world, he wanted something a little more... unique. He had less need for body armour now, and when he wasn't expecting to get shot at too much, he often wore a black suit (with a turtleneck-he wasn't going to wear a tie in combat, or at all if he could help it) and a long coat. For heavy combat, though, he'd had something that offered more protection custom-made.
The fabric was the latest advanced bullet-proofing technology, although it appeared like leather. It was black, it was tight, and (appropriately, considering his powers) wouldn't look out of place in The Matrix, especially with the long coat. A leather collar fastened around his throat; unconventional, yes, but a superior being had no need for human concepts of shame or modesty. Wesker smirked, gazing at himself in the mirror.
This...this was perfect.
"You've been staring at yourself for fifteen minutes." Alex's voice, behind him. He hadn't realised she was here.
Wesker checked his watch. Apparently, Alex was correct.
She laughed. "I hope you never have to fight in a room with a mirror if you're this easily distracted."