ring, ring [Exemplary]

[Albert Wesker]

It didn't come as a surprise, but it did come as a source of great agitation. The console controlling the emergency exit was displaying not only the emergency status, but also the message he had been hoping not to see.

'AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED'

The words just hovered there, bright red and glaring. Below them, there was a field for entering something; a passcode of some type, by any decent guess. To the side, there was a card reader of some sort. "Such security, even on their emergency systems..." Despite his growing frustration, Wesker couldn't help a light smirk from twisting his features. "Clearly they only wanted very specific individuals to escape this way." It was proving to be quite the irritant, but there was nothing to be done for it. In his present state, he couldn't very well simply force the emergency doors open. And without the proper card or passcode to go along with it, he couldn't activate the system to open them the regular way. The automated system droned out overhead, warning again of the impending detonation. Only eight and a half minutes left, and ticking down all the time.

He turned away, moving back down the hall to the intersection at an unsteady jog. He tugged the map out of a pocket, unfolding it as he went. "Which...way..." The map was smudged with smoke and grease, and splattered with blood in places. Telltale signs of whatever sort of chaos had gone on here. Most of it was still legible, thankfully enough; some quick study told him all he needed to know. Likely spots to search, to find something useful. Left at the intersection, and off we went. He put the map away again, lurching in mid-stride and staggering until he ended up leaning against a wall. His breathing ragged, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to blot out the agony to focus on the simple objective of moving forward. He briefly considered returning to the medical room, as it was so close; searching through it for something to deal with the near-crippling pain.

He didn't really have the luxury of spending time rummaging among all that wreckage to find anything for that, however. He knew that, and so he forced himself back upright again. And with a stride far more unsteady than his pride would ever normally allow, he was moving. Through a hallway scorched and battered with the signs of a very recent outbreak of violence, but with no signs of the ones who caused it. A normal man might have been unnerved, or at least wary; Albert Wesker was not a normal man.

He was just irritated the mess made it that much harder to move quickly in his damaged condition.