Wesker walked into the lab and made sure the door was locked. He still wasn't sure how he felt about having the Shefield in the same house as him. The last time they had met were under less than ideal circumstances, but she had to have only been 18 or 19 at the time. She was only a child. Looking for her ignoramus brother. He needed to find the people looking for him before they found him. Sitting down at his computer, he got to work. A little while later he felt his phone start to ring. Pulling it out he went to answer it. "Speak", he said. "Well, aren't you a burst of sunshine this morning." a young female voice, too chipper for his liking, jested. "I do not have time for games, Miss Birkin. What do you have for me?" "Weeeeeeell, not much honestly, boss. We found HUNK but he vanished before we could even talk to him. I don't think he's the one after you, though. He didn't give off traitorous vibes." Sherry was always a headache for Wesker, but he had trained her to be just as precise and thorough in her work as he was in his, and for that she was irreplaceable. "Where are you anyway? Are you sure you're safe? I would hate for them to find you and none of us know because you are too stubborn to ask for help." "I assure you, Miss Birkin, that I am quite well, and if they found me and had enough power to stop me, then having you lot here would not be sufficient either. Thank you for the update, but please don't call again unless it's urgent." Not bothering to wait for a response, he hung up the phone and got up to exit the lab.
When he opened the door to the kitchen area from the lab, Wesker could smell the faint aroma of food. He looked over and there was a ¾ of a pizza on the kitchen island. He walked over to it and noticed there was a little handwritten note. Just in case you get hungry. -Claire :) Wesker turned around when he thought he heard the soft noise of the television. Walking into the sitting room, he found Claire laying on the couch. It seemed she had eaten and then fallen asleep watching some sitcom about who knows what. Wesker picked up her plate off the coffee table and took it to rinse off in the sink. He went into the closet in the hallway and found a blanket and placed over the sleeping Redfield. If Christopher could see us now, indeed, Dearheart. Wesker picked up the remote and turned the TV off. Then began walking back to his sleeping quarters.
He stopped when he heard a small voice. "Wesker?" "Yes, Miss Redfield?" "I'm sorry I didn't pick up my dishes, and if you'd like to sit in here I'll move. Honestly, I just didn't know which bedroom was mine and fell asleep while waiting for you to come out of your workspace." "Well, Miss Redfield, I guess I assumed you would have already previewed the bedrooms and figured out which one was meant for you. It is the one down the hallway and to the right. My room is the one right across from it." Claire was getting up to get to her bedroom. She paused when she saw the blanket in her hand. She walked up to Wesker and he moved to let her through, but to his surprise she stopped right in front of him. They stared at each other for a moment, well Claire stared into Wesker's glasses, but he was looking straight into her eyes, as well. Before he could speak or move, Claire stood on to the balls of her feet and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for the blanket" she said almost soft enough to not be heard. Then she continued down the hall and into her room. Wesker placed a gloved hand on his cheek, and stood there in silence for a moment before he too retired into his chambers for the evening.