Even if Wesker hadn't been aware that his young districtmate and her companion were in the area, it would have been hard to ignore the way they were announcing themselves now. Their voices carried down the empty avenues, the crash of the metal can was like the cracking report of a gun.

Like the siren call of a dinner bell.

Wesker circled in, watching for several long minutes from the alley between two attractions. The way they cavorted and carried on, one might have thought the pair were on vacation, not competing in a fight to the death.

His mouth tipped, amused, perhaps it was time to enlighten them. His chin dropped, his eyes flashed, and he moved.

Appearing as if out of the very air, he went for Barbara first; his strike unbelievably fast, his grip inhumanly strong as he dragged her off the can and into his vise-like arms, his fingers digging into her jaw.

A quick twist - that's all it would take and then he could deal with the other....