He turned the page, his eyes going over the last few sentences
of the chapter. Wesker smirked in satisfaction and continued
with the book, wondering when exactly he'd had his last free
day. It had to have been a long while ago. The novel had been
dusty when he'd picked it up and although the bookmark indicated
he'd read up to page twohundred and something he felt as if he'd
never held it in his hands before. In a line of work like this
one, crime fiction was not priority.  He sighed, moving into a
more comfortable position on the couch. Two days after their
referral to the hospital Wesker had been able to place first
calls through to Spencer. He'd personally visited the head of
the company the day he and Annette had been transferred back to
Raccoon. Suffice to say, bureaucracy was a complicated matter
within Umbrella, especially when so many high-rankers were
affected. Spencer opted for the explanation that he 'couldn't
openly accuse anyone of deliberately causing a high-grade
outbreak'. In truth, Alfred's na