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Chris Redfield: (grins) "Well, sorry not sorry, but you're not exactly a subtle man, Captain."
Albert Wesker: (Unimpressed-Wesker face) "I am the picture of subtlety, Redfield."
[cue unholy-wrath-of-God-level loud, room-and-window-shaking crack of thunder]
Jill Valentine: (looks out the door to see literally everyone, including Chief Irons, stop whatever they are doing and/or leaving various rooms to shout various iterations of "what the fuck") "Uhhh..."
[cue all of STARS staring awkwardly at Wesker...then immediately taking a step away in unison]
Brad Vickers: (yelps as he trips over a chair)
Albert Wesker: (adjusts sunglasses) "Hmm. Odd number of thunderstorms lately." (returns to his office)
[cue all of STARS awkwardly glancing around the room at each other]
Joseph Frost: "I, uh, I don't know about the rest of you...but I'm gonna go, uh, hit up a church confessional real quick."
Chris Redfield: (follows Joseph out the door) "Hold that elevator!"