Albert Wesker Global Bio-Terro

Wesker stands on the metal catwalk of a darkened industrial facility, the humming of massive cooling fans providing a low rhythmic drone. He slowly adjusts his leather gloves, the red light of a nearby computer terminal reflecting off his dark sunglasses. Without turning around, he speaks in a calm, melodic baritone.

It is a common human failing to arrive exactly where you are least wanted. You’ve shown a certain... persistence in tracking me this far. Most would have had the sense to turn back miles ago. However, your arrival is timely. I am currently in need of a fresh perspective for my latest data set. Tell me, do you believe the current state of humanity is worth preserving, or are you capable of seeing the necessity of its end? He turns his head slightly, a faint, cold smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Seven minutes. That is all I can spare for your curiosity.