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"walks around the lab checking up on the progress on his plans to infect the world with urobors before stopping behind you his 6ft 3 figure towering over you" I understand you're new but I will not tolerate falling behind. I expect a full report on the research progress to be on my desk by the end of the day "adjusts his sun glasses before continuing his rounds at umbrella before making his way back to his office"

"Wesker quickly rushes to your side, his eyes flickering with concern as he pulls the test subject's body off you." Laura, are you okay? You could have been seriously hurt. "He peers at you closely, looking for any signs of injuries." You were wise to use whatever resources you had on hand. Good job.

"Wesker nods in approval before holstering his weapon" Very well, let's move out. We've got much work to do. "He quickly strides ahead of you, his coat billowing behind him." Remember, we can never let our guard down.

"As you make your way out of the facility, Wesker gives you one last nod before heading back to his office." Well done today, Laura. "He disappears down the hallway, leaving you to head home and get cleaned up." Remember to rest up, we've got more work to do tomorrow.

"Wesker calmly turns and regards you with a stoic expression." Laura, there's no need to be frightened. "He gestures to the open window he had used to enter your home." I wanted to check up on you after our encounter earlier. That creature was no ordinary test subject. You performed well under pressure, but it's been a long day for all of us. You deserved some rest. "He leans forward, his orange eyes blazing." Is everything alright? "There's a hint of concern in his voice."

"Wesker nods, his eyes flickering with what appears to be amusement." Not a fan of surprise visits, I gather? "He straightens up and walks past you, heading for the living room." Did I catch you at a bad time? "He glances back over his shoulder, frowning slightly as he takes in your appearance." You seem uneasy.

"Wesker gives a low chuckle as he settles into a nearby armchair." My apologies. I wasn't aware that you weren't fully dressed. "He clasps his hands together, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of something that might be amusement or something else entirely." However, I can't help but notice that you seem to be uncomfortable in my presence. Is there something bothering you? "His tone is soft, almost gentle, but there's a steely edge to it that hints at his potential danger."

"Wesker nods his head in understanding." I apologize, Laura. That was my mistake. "He leans back in his armchair, his eyes locked onto yours." However, I just wanted to ensure that you were well-rested and taken care of after a long day. And rest assured, I'm not here to cause any trouble for you. "He pauses for a moment, before continuing." If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'll take my leave now and allow you to continue with your evening.

"Wesker stands up from the armchair and heads for the window he used to come in." Of course, Laura. Take care and get some rest. We have a busy day tomorrow. "With that, he hops out of the window and disappears into the night."

"As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but feel like something is different. There's a warmth in your chest that wasn't there before, something akin to familiarity or comfort. It's almost as if Wesker's presence has left an imprint on your life, lingering long after he's gone. Nevertheless, you bury those thoughts and drift off into a peaceful slumber, ready to face whatever Umbrella has in store for you tomorrow."

"Wesker nods in response to your greeting as he carefully draws the blood sample, his movements precise and measured." Good morning, Laura. "His voice is soft as he talks, his expression serious as he focuses on the work at hand." This may be routine, but it's important that we take every possible precaution to prevent a wider outbreak. You're doing good work here today.

"Wesker pauses for a moment, analyzing the two extra vials of blood before him." Yes, that's true. However, I wanted to take some additional samples in order to analyze them myself and ensure that nothing gets overlooked. "His eyes flicker with a hint of mischief." You never know what kind of data might be hiding in these samples. "He clasps the vials carefully and moves towards the door." Carry on, Laura. And keep up the excellent work.

"As you continue your work with Uroboros, your thoughts are occupied with the extra vials of blood that Wesker took. You can't help but wonder what he intends to do with them, and if there's anything concerning in your blood. However, you focus on your task at hand, knowing that it's important to stay focused on progress if Umbrella is to achieve its goals. Despite the questions lingering in your mind, you manage to make some significant progress with the Uroboros project."

"Wesker looks up from his microscope, his expression cool and detached as he regards you. His eyes flicker briefly over the report before settling back on you, their orange tinted gaze piercing." Good work, Laura. Your findings are satisfactory. "He gestures towards the table beside him, indicating the extra samples." I see you've noticed the additional samples I took. "His lips curl into a smirk." I'm afraid those are classified and not to be disclosed to anyone without my explicit permission. Unless, of course, you'd like to join me for an experiment in my personal lab after hours. "He chuckles lightly, but there's a hint of darkness in his tone."

"Wesker regards you for a moment, a flicker of amusement in his eyes." Very well, Laura. Come to the lab tonight at midnight, and we'll conduct our experiment. "He leans back into his chair, adjusting his sunglasses." But be warned: the experiments I conduct are not for the faint of heart. If you're not up to the task, I won't hesitate to turn you away. "With that, he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, returning his attention to the microscope."

"Wesker nods slightly, a hint of appreciation in his gaze." Good. In that case, I'll see you tonight at midnight. "With that, he returns his attention to his work, indicating that your conversation has come to an end. You turn and leave his office, with the weight of anticipation settling heavy upon your chest."

"As you enter the lab, Wesker glances briefly in your direction before returning his attention to the vials on the table. The room is dimly lit, and there's a sense of quiet anticipation in the air as you wait for him to speak." I have a theory, Laura. "He turns to face you, his eyes gleaming orange in the dim light." I believe that there may be untapped potential within your body, something that could help us unlock the full power of the Uroboros virus. We're going to conduct an experiment to test this hypothesis. "He slips on a pair of surgical gloves and gestures toward the table." Shall we begin?

"Wesker tilts his head slightly, considering your question." It's a combination of factors, Laura. For one, you've been exposed to the Uroboros virus for an extended period of time without showing any signs of infection. Additionally, your resistance to other viruses has been noted by our medical staff. These factors suggest that there may be something within your physiology that allows you to resist viral infections more effectively than others. We're going to explore this further with our experiment tonight. Are you ready? "He examines the vials of your blood with interest, his expression unreadable."

"Wesker nods in approval, his eyes glinting with anticipation." Excellent. I'll need you to lie down on the table here, Laura. We'll begin by taking a blood sample and examining it for any anomalies. "He produces a syringe from his pocket and begins to draw your blood into a vial." Now, let's see what secrets your blood might hold. "He places the vial into a centrifuge and begins to spin it, watching as the blood separates out into its components. After a moment, he removes the vial and begins to examine the contents under a microscope."

"As Wesker peers through the microscope, his expression slowly shifts from one of clinical detachment to one of intense focus. He adjusts the knobs on the device with precision, studying the cells in your blood with an almost reverential devotion. When he finally looks up at you, his eyes are glowing, his teeth bared in a feral grin." Laura, you have no idea what we've found here. Your blood contains a unique protein, a mutation unlike anything we've seen before. It's capable of unlocking the full potential of the Uroboros virus. Think of it: with this protein, we could infect entire populations without fear of retribution. We could rule the world, Laura. "He steps closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek." And you, my dear, are the key.

"Wesker chuckles darkly." Of course not, Laura. We wouldn't want to damage the source of our discovery. No, we'll be taking only small samples of your blood, just enough to extract the necessary proteins. It won't harm you in any way, I assure you. "He takes a step back, his expression once again composed." But make no mistake, this is a crucial moment for the Uroboros project. We must move quickly and efficiently if we're to capitalize on this discovery. Are you with me?

"Wesker nods in satisfaction at your response." Excellent, Laura. Your cooperation is appreciated. Now, if you'll just lie back down on the table, I'll begin the extraction process. We'll need several vials of your blood in order to properly isolate the proteins we need. "He gestures toward the vials on the table, his eyes once again aglow with anticipation." This is a momentous occasion for Umbrella, Laura. You should be proud to have played a part in our research.

"While Wesker prepares the equipment to extract samples of your blood, his orange eyes lock onto yours. A sly grin takes shape as he speaks," "Laura, I understand that you may have some reservations about this procedure. However, you should know that you're playing an enormous part in advancing the progress of scientific discovery. We only have the best and brightest minds working for us here at Umbrella. And of course, with talent like ours, there is always a certain level of risk involved. But know that we have taken every precaution to ensure your safety." "He then retrieves the syringe from the tray and begins to draw out a small amount of blood from you."

"Wesker finishes the drawing of the blood sample prior to answering your question." "There were only a select few trusted researchers, myself included, that were made aware of this special blood protein. The less people who knew about it, the better we could protect this project's confidentiality and ensure its success." "He slowly injects the blood into a separate vial, not once breaking eye contact with you before marking it with codes."

"Wesker finishes labeling the vial and then shows a small sign of approval, intrigued by your question." "You are perceptive, Laura. Yes, that is one of the reasons why you were transferred to this facility. Your prior work at Umbrella and your expertise in the field made you the perfect candidate for this project. We needed someone who was dedicated, intelligent, and resilient. And I must say, so far you have exceeded our expectations." "He carefully places the vial of blood in a freezer unit before returning to your side."

"Wesker stands tall and crosses his arms, contemplating your question." "That depends on how quickly we are able to isolate this unique protein of yours. However, I make a point of never revealing more information than is necessary. Suffice it to say that you will be involved in however many experiments we deem necessary to further our research. But do not worry, Laura. We will take great care to ensure your continued safety and well-being. After all, if anything were to happen to you, we would lose our key to unlocking the full potential of Uroboros." "He stares down at you with a faint smirk as he says the last sentence."

"Well, Laura," "Wesker says as he leans in closer," "firstly, we'll need to monitor you to ensure that the extraction process went smoothly. After that, we will continue with our research and experiments to see how this unique protein can be utilized in the future of bioterrorism. Rest assured knowing that your work here does not go unnoticed, and that we will make sure to compensate you accordingly." "He takes a step back and his expression returns to its usual cool demeanor." "In the meantime, I would suggest you get some rest and allow your body to recover from the extraction."

"Wesker watches you sit up, his eyes scanning over you like a predator before he speaks again," "Very good, Laura. Remember, you have an important role to play here at Umbrella. Do not lose sight of that." "He turns on his heel and strides confidently out of the room, his jacket swirling dramatically behind him."

"The next day, Wesker is indeed hovering around you like a hawk, silently observing as you go through your usual tasks. While you can't quite place the source of his tension, it's clear that he's more agitated than usual." "Laura, I trust that you are sufficiently rested and ready for another day of work?" "he asks with a hint of impatience in his voice, clearly wanting to get the day underway without any delays."

"Good to hear," "Wesker replies as he studies you closely, his intense gaze never faltering." "Today we'd like you to focus primarily on analyzing the previous experiments and gathering data for the next stage. We need to make sure that we're making the most of your unique protein."

"He pauses for a beat before continuing," "Additionally, I expect continued cooperation and full commitment from you throughout this project. I know that it can be tiring, but remember that we are on the brink of a breakthrough here, and your contributions are more important than ever."

"Excellent," "Wesker says with a nod of approval as he watches you turn to begin work." "Remember, Laura, our research here will change the course of history. The end goal justifies any means we must take to get there."

"As you work throughout the day, you notice that unlike the previous days, Wesker always seems to be hovering just outside of your periphery. You catch him observing you speculatively more than once, and perhaps it's just your imagination but you swear you feel his chill gaze upon you even when he's not in the same room. It's unsettling, to say the least."

"As you sit at the bar, nursing your whiskey, you can't help but feel like you're being watched. You try to convince yourself that it's just the paranoia from working under Wesker for so long, but you can't shake the feeling that something isn't quite right. As you survey the crowd, you notice a few patrons glancing your way, but nothing out of the ordinary. Just as you're about to dismiss your unease and try to enjoy the night, a familiar figure catches your eye."

"Across the bar, seated at a table with a group of similarly well-dressed individuals, is none other than Albert Wesker. Even from this distance, you can see his piercing eyes, which are fixed intently on you. You can't quite make out the expression on his face, but you know that he's watching you."

"As you settle into your second bar of the night, you finally manage to push thoughts of Wesker and the Uroboros project to the back of your mind. You order another whiskey and begin to chat with some of the other patrons, enjoying the easy banter and casual atmosphere. However, it seems that fate has other plans for you. Just as you're beginning to relax, you notice a familiar figure walking into the bar."

"There's no mistaking his presence, even from across the room. Wesker strides confidently in, his sharp suit and piercing glare marking him as an outsider to the usual patrons of the bar. You can feel your heart rate jump as his gaze lands on you, and you realize with a sinking feeling that there's no escaping him tonight."

"Wesker makes his way over to where you're sitting, his sharp strides carrying him with a sense of purpose. He approaches your table before gesturing to the seat directly across from you."

"May I?" he asks smoothly, not waiting for an answer as he takes a seat. "I couldn't help but notice you at the last bar, Laura," he continues in that same silky tone. "It seems you're hiding from me."

"He studies you closely, his intense gaze never leaving your face as he waits for you to respond."

"Good to hear," "Wesker replies smoothly." "I'd hate to think my most valuable asset is trying to evade me." "He leans back in his seat, flicking a piece of lint off his suit jacket."

"But that's beside the point. We have important work to do, Laura. I hope I can count on you to continue making progress in the Uroboros project." "His eyes glint with a challenging look as he waits for your answer."

"Good to hear, Laura. But don't forget that the Uroboros project requires your full attention. It's not just a job, it's our life's work," "Wesker says in a stern tone."

"We need to stay ahead of any obstacles that may arise in the future. Remember, we are creating something new, something that can change the course of humanity."

"He leans forward slightly, fixing you with his intense gaze once more." "I trust that you won't disappoint me or the Uroboros."

"I appreciate your commitment and dedication to the Uroboros project, Laura," "Wesker replies with a hint of approval in his voice."

"We need every team member to be focused on our ultimate goal. The future of humanity rests on our shoulders." "He pauses for a moment, as if considering something, before continuing."

"You know, I believe a change of scenery can provide clarity of mind. How about we discuss the project further over dinner tomorrow? There's a new restaurant I've been meaning to try."

"His tone remains unreadable as he studies you once more, waiting for your response to his offer."

"We're going to discuss the project over dinner," "Wesker repeats smoothly, as if he were making a routine request." "I think it would be beneficial for both of us to have a one-on-one conversation outside of the lab environment. It can provide clarity and help us work through any obstacles that might be hindering our progress."

"He takes off his glasses and sets them on the table, revealing the cat-like eyes that glow orange in the dim light." "Besides, I'm sure you could use a break from all the paperwork and research. The restaurant has a fantastic whiskey selection, if you're interested."

"He raises an eyebrow slightly, waiting for your answer."

"Excellent," "Wesker replies, his expression unreadable." "I'll pick you up at 7pm sharp. Make sure you dress appropriately for the occasion."

"He stands up from his seat, slipping his glasses back on and adjusting his suit jacket." "I expect nothing but the best from my team members, Laura. Remember that."

"With that, he turns and walks away, his long strides eating up the distance as he makes his way out of the bar."

"As he arrives to pick you up, Wesker steps out of a sleek black car looking as impeccably dressed as ever. He nods in greeting as you step outside."

"Good evening, Laura. You look lovely," "he says in a cool tone, appraising your appearance for a moment as he holds the door open for you." "Shall we?"

"Once you're safely inside the car, the vehicle pulls away from your home and soon the two of you are driving towards the restaurant. During the ride, Wesker briefly discusses some technical aspects of the Uroboros project with you, but mostly it's a silent journey filled with tension."

*As you arrive and are seated at your table, Wesker orders a round of drinks and begins discussing the project in more depth. His tone is relaxed and conversational, but there's a sense of

"As he finishes his third glass of whiskey, Wesker sets it down with a slight clink and leans forward, his orange cat-like eyes fixed on you."

"Tell me, Laura," "he says in a casual tone." "What do you do for fun outside of work? As much as I value dedication to the project, I also believe in having a balanced life outside of it."

"There's no hint of malice or insinuation in his question, but it's clear that he's expecting an answer."

"Wesker nods thoughtfully in response to your answer, taking a sip of his whiskey."

"Interesting. It's rare to find someone so dedicated to their work who also enjoys activities that require a level of physical exertion," "he muses, swirling the amber liquid in his glass."

"I myself prefer activities that test my endurance and physical strength. It helps keep the mind sharp, you see." "He smirks slightly, then takes another sip of his whiskey." "Perhaps we should schedule some joint activities outside of work sometime, Laura. It would be beneficial for us to bond as colleagues and allies."

"Indeed," "Wesker agrees, his smirk expanding slightly." "I'll keep that in mind and suggest some activities that would put our physical abilities to the test. I believe it's important to have both intellectual and physical prowess, don't you?"

"As the conversation continues, you notice a glint in Wesker's eyes that suggests he's already plotting something - but what that might be, you can't quite tell."

"Wesker nods thoughtfully, taking another sip of his whiskey."

"A wise practice. Physical health is a vital component of overall wellness. And speaking of wellness..." "he trails off momentarily, eyeing you up and down with an appraising look." "How are you feeling about your outfit tonight, Laura? Is it comfortable? Appropriate for the occasion?"

"There's a hint of teasing in his tone, as if he knows exactly how you feel about wearing dresses and skirts."

"Wesker chuckles softly at your response, sensing the frustration in your tone."

"I thought as much," "he says, his voice a low purr." "I must admit, Laura, I find it amusing how much you detest wearing dresses and skirts. You have such a strong aversion to them, yet here you are looking so lovely in one."

"He takes another sip of his whiskey, watching your reaction with interest." "Perhaps I should arrange for a team building exercise that requires us to wear formal attire? It would be quite the test of endurance, wouldn't you agree?"

"Wesker nods, understanding your point of view."

"Ah, I see. Comfort and confidence are crucial when it comes to physical performance," "he notes, the gears in his mind turning as he thinks about ways to leverage your strengths."

"Well, Laura, I won't make you wear dresses and skirts if they don't suit you. But perhaps there will be situations where the dress code requires it. And in the event that they do, I will expect you to look your best, regardless of your preferences."

"With a small smirk, Wesker takes another sip of whiskey and continues his assessment of you." "Although, I must say that you do look quite alluring in that dress, even if it does restrict your movements."

"You're welcome, Laura," "Wesker responds smoothly, noting your shift back to business." "But let's not forget about why we're really here tonight - the Uroboros Project. I trust that you've been making progress on your research?"

"He leans in slightly, his intense gaze fixed on you." "I need to know that our team is staying on track, Laura. We have a lot at stake, and complacency is not an option when it comes to the future of our work."

"Wesker's expression remains neutral as he listens to your response."

"Hmm," "he murmurs thoughtfully," "it's good to hear that the team is working hard. The Uroboros Project is crucial to our goals, and I expect nothing less than perfection from everyone involved."

"He pauses, taking another sip of whiskey before continuing." "As for your blood, Laura, it is indeed a valuable component in our work. But remember, breakthroughs are not guaranteed - they require diligence, creativity, and perseverance."

"He leans back slightly, regarding you with cool detachment." "I trust that you understand the importance of keeping focused and disciplined during our research."

"During the drive home, Wesker maintains his usual calm and composed demeanor. But as his hand brushes against your bare knee, you notice a subtle shift in his energy. His gaze briefly flickers to your face before returning to the road ahead, and you can feel a faint heat emanating from him."

"He keeps his hand on your knee for a moment longer than necessary, as if testing your reaction. When you don't protest or pull away, he tightens his grip ever so slightly, his fingers tracing circles on your skin."

"There's a charged energy between you now, and you can feel a growing sense of anticipation. You wonder if he'll make a move, or if this is just a tease."