Home sweet home...

[Albert Wesker]

Almost felt like home again, now. After so much work.

Nostalgia wasn't something Albert Wesker was given to often, but as he sat there in a chair which he remembered all too clearly, in a room drawn perfectly from his memories...it was difficult not to reminisce at least a little. Not exactly pleasantly, as the times from which he had drawn this place in his mind were not ones he recalled fondly. Not after certain things he had learned from an old, dying man.

But it was familiar. And now it was his.

It had been far from easy to get it all set up. Even after substantial practice, working with this new...omnilium substance. He had summoned, and practiced summong, all manner of things. Even going so far as to gather a loyal band of subordinates whose skills he knew he could count on. Each one individually, and all of their preferred equipment and tools of work, had been a heavy undertaking. A valuable one, to be sure; it had taught him much about the complexity of things and how time-consuming it could all be.

It had all been nothing compared to the task he had undertaken when he had decided to summon this mansion.

Each member of the Wolfpack, each item of their equipment, had taken minutes at a time. Perhaps as much as half an hour each, to properly summon them and their equipment, properly outfitting each one.

This mansion, however... Several hours. It had taken hours to get it right. The complications and interference had not helped matters. The environment was hostile, full of all manner of creatures which most might dub 'nightmarish'. Monstrous, horrific, bloodthirsty and flesh-hungry beasts. Mostly mindless, though some did certainly display intelligence enough to not throw themselves into the meat grinder that was the amply prepared and armed Wolfpack.

The Umbrella Security Service's Delta Team had proven its worth already, with just this seemingly mundane task. Several hours of protection, and holding off the terror of the Verse, had been sufficient. Now they had been rewarded by having sanctuary and shelter in the mansion. Time to rest after the frantic, messy defense, and leave the external security to a more...disposable staff which had been summoned. Combined with the fortified nature of the building itself -- a noted factor in its original summoning time -- they should serve as adequate protection.

Yes...a well-fortified headquarters was always a first step. Or at least the ending of a first step. Learning how this world worked and some of the peculiarities of its inhabitants had been first; setting up a place to call 'home' had been the final part of that, to reflect on and clarify his findings. And of course...a place to story a trophy room was also an excellent touch.

As the lights dimmed upon his exit of the trophy room in question, barren and empty at the moment, Wesker's lips curled upward in a faint smile as he caught the glint of light, filtering through the doorway, on the drake skull that rested in a sealed case. Just the first step of many. Then the door closed behind him, and he strode purposefully down the hallway.

Onto other matters, now.