The Flight

[Albert Wesker]

It really had been a near thing, now he thought about it. His brush with death and delay as he crossed the Nexus and blindly made his way through the Pale Moors to sign up for this entire blasted thing had left him arriving just on the tail end of the sign-up time window. If not for the genial tone and intervention of his digitized assistant, it might not have gone so well -- or so quickly, for that matter -- and actually followed through with getting him signed up and ready in time to get on board the actual plane before it left.

And now, here he was.

"Quite an experience, I imagine, sir," Cricket spoke up, in his ever-cheerful manner. "Always managing to cut things so close and still have them go so well."

"Not like it's by choice," Colonel responded in his usual flat tone. "And it isn't any sort of experience besides a negative one. Leaves a bad impression."

"I was under the impression you didn't care about what sort of impression you gave, sir. You certainly don't seem anywhere near sociable enough for that."

No response was forthcoming from the soldier navi on that comment. It wasn't wrong, by any stretch of the imagination. Colonel really didn't care too much for what others thought of him or what sort of impression he gave off. He would do whatever job he set out to do, and that was all that mattered. Not that it was ever a bad thing to not give off a poor impression. Certainly would be of some help somewhere along the line.

"....as pleasant a conversationalist as always, sir. I will drop that particular subject for now, then."

"What did you manage to find out in your search?" Colonel rather abruptly changed the subject, as soon as doing just that was mentioned.

"Ah, yes. Allow me to share my findings." And the helpful little assistant program did just that, pulling up the information he'd managed to gather and displaying it on the screen of the PET. It wasn't a terribly large amount, all things considered, but it was enough. Enough to give an idea of what was going on around here. What had gone on last time this Syntech organization had gotten involved with something. It made a good heads-up, and set off the bright orange CAUTION alarm in Colonel's head.

"We're in for quite the event here, if nothing else," he noted after reading over what had been gathered up. "Make another backup now, and do so regularly. Just in case."

"As you say, sir. I had intended to do just that, but I felt I might be being paranoid." And the little helper program went silent as he set about making a backup of his data and storing it on the dataverse, once again.

He stared at the hand-held device for a moment longer, before turning his attention away, clipping it back in place on his belt. And then he simply sat back to wait. For whatever was in store when they arrived at their destination.