--get started as soon as possible. *nonchalantly* Do you know if there’s a — Cpt. Albert Wesker Derek Reese Charley Dixon

—backup server that holds the Red Queen’s final twenty-four hours of output? — Cpt. Albert Wesker Derek Reese Charley Dixon

--That might give us a clue as to how all /this/ started. Cpt. Albert Wesker Derek Reese Charley Dixon

// #QueenBee ~ Pause

*dropping to the butter soft leather seat opposite Cpt. Albert Wesker, — Charley Dixon

--he leaned back, both hands to the armrests* I know she controlled the hive, Captain. — Cpt. Albert Wesker Charley Dixon

--That she was the most sophisticated computer program on the face of the planet,— Cpt. Albert Wesker Charley Dixon

-- and that she controlled a large percentage of Raccoon City’s civic infrastructure,— Cpt. Albert Wesker Charley Dixon

-- including the state prison, and *glancing quickly to the gleaming watch on his wrist, — Cpt. Albert Wesker Charley Dixon

--he lifted his gaze back to Cpt. Albert Wesker* And that at last report, the Red Queen has been /off/line — Charley Dixon

--for close to forty-eight hours. *The glimmer of a tease sparking in his otherwise respectful — Cpt. Albert Wesker Charley Dixon

--glance, he gave Cpt. Albert Wesker a small smile* How’m I doing so far? Charley Dixon

// #Timebomb ~ Pause

*poker-faced, he reached down pressing the tip of his finger to a protruding corner, and slid -- Cpt. Albert Wesker

--the eight by ten color image from between the manilla file cover, quietly studying the security camera -- Cpt. Albert Wesker

--image* *under his breath* Snitches get stitches. *glancing up, a small smile on his face,-- Cpt. Albert Wesker

-- he raised his eyebrows* *claritying* Nobody likes a tattle-tale, Mr. Wesker. *casual precision -- Cpt. Albert Wesker

--in his movements, he turned back the folder cover, and sifted slowly through the remainder-- Cpt. Albert Wesker

-- of the images, careful not to linger on the images of John Connor and Cameron Phillips* I can't-- Cpt. Albert Wesker

-- say that I am, Mr. Wesker. A complainer, that is. *meeting the man's gaze with a calm smile* Why do you ask? Cpt. Albert Wesker