I've finally figured it out! Now, I'm not sure if this is going turn out as short as I think it is... Anyways! Here's a little something to keep you with me! (Emphasis on little)

"Are you going to stop drinking now?" Olivia asked as she sat next to Kendra's bed in the sickbay.

Turns out her drinking situation had gotten out of control. As if she cared.

"Probably not."

"I don't mean to interrupt..." Wesker said as he walked into the room.

A "I'm trying not to grin right now" smile appeared on Kendra's face. They'd become closer, so seeing each other wasn't as dreaded as before. After all, it's not like he could just ignore her.

"I'll give you two some privacy." Olivia said as she exited the room.

"So...is your little habit through?" he asked when Olivia left.

"I wish you people would stop asking me that. I can't just fucking...quit!"

Once Wesker finally got her calmed down from another "I Can't Quit" rampage, he sighed and decided to finally tell her about the trip.

"Kendra, I'm not sure if you've acquired any knowledge of the upcoming trip, but William and I will be heading to Russia -with other trainees, of course- for several weeks."

She played with the IVs for a while before finally answering, "Who else is going?"

"That hasn't been decided yet."

"Well, make sure I'm on the list."

Knowing the true nature of the trip, Wesker honestly wanted to avoid her determination, which he knew she would use, to go.

"I'll see what I can do." he lied.

"Does this have anything to do with...y'know...our little secret?"

Secret? It took him a minute to get what she was referring to. He hadn't slept in days because Marcus had been driving him crazy with errands. From researching what Marcus liked to call "break-throughs" -which were actually the same things showing up again- to getting test subjects to do the ridiculous research on.

"No, just some research we need to perform." he stated as he left.

Wesker hastily walked the hallways, desperate for some sleep. Upon turning a corner, the blonde encountered a surprising sight; Spencer himself standing there.

"Ah, Albert. So nice to see you. One thing, put that lovely Kendra on the list for Russia, will you?"