Wesker stood silent and still to one side, his main objective complete. He was there to add legitimacy, to soothe uncertainties, and to pave the way for the intrepid little team. Once inside the Tower he'd said nothing, allowing them their time, but when Albert shot him that quick, wary glance, one of his pale eyebrows rose.

"And when the deed is done?" The lights were so low there weren't even reflections in Wesker's sunglasses, just the two, black pits where his eyes should be. "I assume you have an exit plan."