FireworksWesker walked into the S.T.A.R.S. office, only to first see Forest Speyer and Jill Valentine hanging up a banner that read, "Happy 4th of July!" Below them was an obviously nervous Brad Vickers, giving them push pins and tape, handing them off like they were live grenades. Over to the left were Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, and Kenneth Sullivan putting up streamers that were in the bright patriotic colors of red, white, and blue.
Chris came striding down the hall, a S.T.A.R.S. ceramic coffee mug in one hand, various files in the other. He looked at all the American decor, and smiled. He then noticed Wesker sipping his coffee, walking slowly towards his office, as if trying his best to remain unnoticed.
"Good morning, Captain."
"Um, sir, on--I mean, tomorrow Claire and I were going to go see the fireworks at the Raccoon State stadium. And we were wondering if you wanted to, you know, tag along."
Wesker shrugged, adjusting his glasses with his middle and index fing
With God As My WitnessCain?
Mary-Weather looked at her older brother, face to face.
Are you alright? You look down today, more than usual.
Her brother didnt smile a lot, but right now, she sensed that he was totally down in the dumps. He just sat there, in his seat, looking out the window as rain pitter-pattered against it.
Cain sighed. That was about the third time hed sighed in the past two minutes, and Mary-Weather was losing her patience.
Why are you so glum today?
Cain turned toward his sister, resting both arms in his lap.
Riff is sending us away for a while.
Why? Mary looked worried. You without Riff? Thats a total disaster waiting to happen!
Yes, I know. He will come to meet with us soon, but he is sending us away from London for the time being.
I truly dont know.
Well, who might we stay with whilst we are gone?