358/Not Trustworthy

Not Trustworthy
Date of Scene:	11 May 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Albert Wesker, Melinda May, Gregory Stark

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Albert Wesker has posed:
The time late evening, well after nightfall. Most people around here do not go around walking black clothes and a black trenchcoat attempting the Man in black Routine. But this man wearing wrap around sunglasses for most will stand out. Walking through the warm evening night over dressed like he was was perfectly find in the warmth with the weather. He is of all things ordering a hotdog from one of the local venders. A small snack it seems.

His blonde hair slicked back as he offers a half hearted smile as he accepts the food and pays for it a Soda in his hand as for the most part he just continues to walk on. Enjoying his meal. Looking around the area he is musing of the changes that have taken place or perhaps marveling at the areas it's self like he was a tourist.

Melinda May has posed:
This kind of task almost never falls on May. She's usually assigned to pilot on missions or lead tac teams into dangerous operations. Even Tailing a single man just seems ... anticlimactic. But, May does as she's assigned.

Dressed in simple and unremarkable dark-colored civilian garb, she strides along the sidewalk as if headed for a specific destination. She even walks right past the target as he stops for a hot dog. Seriously? Ugh. Those things'll kill you.

She's focused enough on tracking the man in the trench coat that while she might have peripherally made mental note of anyone else around, she doesn't make a point of watching out for others.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     A jaunty whistle echos out through the night along with the slow clack of footsteps. Heel heel toe heel toe toe heel toe, over and over very precise to be in tune with the quiet upbeat whistling. Around from the corner walks a man dressed head to toe in white, his own outfit the practical inverse of the one belonging to Wesker.

     He'd not been personally assigned the mission but he'd found a way to be here anyway. His white mirrored sunglasses stream a constant feed of information to him as he walks adjusting the thick white leather gloves on each of his hands. Every spot of him is that pristine white even his mirror polished shoes that reflect the world without even the smallest spec of dust on them. His hair is trimmed down to the exact millimeter to be perfectly even across his head as is his rather nice blonde goatee.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker is not stupid, he knows he is being tailed and watched. He actually wonders if she thinks she hasn't been spotted. With the Sunglasses and contacts, Wesker's able to see as any normal human can at night. Since most wouldn't wear such glasses out at night chances are it's high tech. Still as he finishes his hotdogg he will drop the paper in a waste bin. He's tidy at least. He shows no sign of seeing the people he crosses an ally by as a few of them slip out very quiet like as some people approach him from the front having a good toom when someone suddenly pulls a gun on him pointing it at Wesker.

"Your money or your life pretty boy." Wesker of course has his drink out and then says.

"Not a healthy idea boy."

"Fuck you!" Comes the response and before they can do something, Wesker has tossed his Drink High into the air as it flies up.

Come the sound of punching and moments latter as the gang of people are now on the ground, groaning out, dazed but alive Wesker catches the cup in his hand not having spilled a drop. Wesker moved at speeds so fast the normal human eye could not track. For those with special tech, Wesker's Coat and under suit are armored and he is armed with a gun, and a knife.

"Next time listen to that nagging feeling boys." and he keeps walking on.

Melinda May has posed:
As she'd already walked past Wesker when the muggers approached him, she can only turn back in time to see him catch that beverage with all of the thugs on the ground around him. Damnit, somewhere he's acquired powers. That's intel she could have used beforehand.
And of course, Shiny Mr. Stark's arrival won't draw any attention. Noooo. This is going pear-shaped, and fast. Unless...

May alters course to meet up with Greg. "Mr. Stark. We need to talk." And she uses a military-esque hand signal that is hopefully blocked from Wesker's line of sight to indicate to the white-dressed man to follow her lead.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "Fancy meeting you here." Gregory comments, a single thumb resting just inside the pocket of his jacket as he leans at an angle. He doesn't hide the fact that he's looking over her shoulder at Albert.

     "Sure, let's pick up where we left off in Pompeii, I can think of about" He counts on his white gloved hand. "Eighty six things we can talk about." Just sneaking in a pass phrase into the conversation with all the grace of a sledge hammer just to show he's got some understanding of the operation before following her right along to have that little chat.

     While he might lack some of the natural charisma of his brother he's certainly for the moment got the confidence down pat, even as he makes sure to stay just calm as a clam behind those custom built corp-spec glasses only available in Madripoor, warranty void where prohibited, illegal in 34 countries.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Time for the Hunter to become the hunted. That is how it goes, and the words. Mr. Stark. It makes Wesker Smile. This could get interesting. Still he finishes his drink and walks past a trash can tossing the soda cup over his shoulder before it flies through the air and bounces into the wastebin.

In a casual walk he turns the corner heading to a church and once he is sure he is out of Sight.

If May is getting intel from the Radio on Wesker she will get an alert, "TARGET LOST"

Wesker's whereabouts are unknown. And with what unknown powers, that could be dangerous for anyone.

That super human speed comes in handy for sure. The Crew in the area had not been expecting it which allows him to very quickly in less than thirty second circle around infront of May and behind Mr. Gregory Stark.

And moments later over Stark's shoulder Wesker can be seen slowly approaching the pair. His voice cold, even, an ever so slight smirk on his lips as he says. "Beautiful night isn't it? I do hope it stays as peaceful as it is." One of his flaws, he loves to toy around with his prey. "Tony Stark? No you are his Twin Brother Gregory." Yes, yes Wesker has been in Madripoor and knows who Gregory is.

Melinda May has posed:
May can't keep her eyes on Wesker since she's addressed Stark, so his disappearing reappearing act with accompanying updates from the comm unit in her ear has her mentally cursing in Vietnamese. And since the jig is up, she steps to the side so that Greg isn't stuck between her and the clearly dangerous black-clad man.

"Mr. Wesker. Interesting to see you in Manhattan." She doesn't offer anything more than that. She knew that this man was dangerous simply for his intelligence and access to resources, but now she suspects much, much more.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Greg flicks a small coin from one finger to the next in his hand while looking towards May. While Wesker may be at the wrong angle to see if May as someone who's had training to spot this sort of thing could catch that very slight twitch in his eye the moment the name Tony Stark is brought up.

     The coin pauses between two fingers, and Greg simply flicks it back behind himself with the force and speed of a hyper-sonic jet. One quarter sent with that much strength without him properly moving. Just the anger and nanites to propel the small coin. Of course it wouldn't smack into him but that's not the point. The point is to send a message.

     After flicking the coin Gregory reaches up his hands not turning or even moving. He moves them down to his pure white tie adjusting it on the spot while looking through May. "Gregory Stark, pleasure to do business with you Mr.Wesker, but I'd like to refrain from name calling."

     He offers a fake smile just locked onto his face trying to remain calm the usual chipper business tone taking over as he then adjusts his gloves. "Just for future reference, some people take offense."

Albert Wesker has posed:
As he looks at her that smile could grace the devil himself and says. "Indeed my dear, My reputation proceeds me. I am assuming you know of me from that unpleasant incident in Colorado. But you have me at a disadvantage but you have been following me fore the last half hour?" Of course he only noticed her in the last fifteen minutes really. "So tell me, Umbrella Security Force, or some other organization? Either way I would suggest that unless you wish to... Dance with the Devil tonight, and find out what sort of Animal I have become. Tell your compatriots to back off. Esspecially the one who has the sniper rifle pointed at my back."

Turning to look at the display with the coin he says. "Impressive display, and it was my mistake Mr Gregory Stark. Rest assured I have no desire to disrupt this lovely evening." he says with a smile. And for a brief moment his eyes acryally can be seen glowing red under those sunglasses of his for a brief moment.

"the Next move... is entirely yours."

Melinda May has posed:
May's been tailing Wesker for over an hour, but wasn't boots on the ground except for the past twenty minutes. Romanoff woudl have been so much better for this op. She doesn't answer his attempt at trying to figure out who she works for, simply reaching one hand up to the comm unit in her ear. "Tac team, stand down." Yes, that includes the sniper with the rifle. But that doesn't mean EVERYONE included in this op.

While May /did/ notice Greg's reaction to Tony Stark's name, she neither comments on it or shows any visible reaction in return. It's just mentally filed away. For now.

"You can't blame anyone for taking notice when you change venues, Mr. Wesker. You're a known person of interest."

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "And a rather interesting person of interest at that." Gregory speaks in a calm tone of voice still not turning to face wesker. Though he does press a button on the side of his sunglasses just to send the message for his own personal security to back off. He passes it off as a quick need to readjust his own glasses, before setting his thumbs right back down into his pockets.

     "I'll admit personally if you'd handled the situation with a bit more tact you might not have ended up on anyone's watch-list." Stated in a bit of a rather calm manner as he points out Weskers own shortcomings. "May have even been able to run the same scam twice if you were a bit smarter about it." Trying to just push those buttons with each word.

Albert Wesker has posed:
As Wesker knows that these two know more details. "You can blame a couple of trigger happy fools for that incident. It wasn't my operation it would not have gone down that messily." Wesker places his hands in his jacket as he listens to them ever step of the way. "Eventually I will need to return and take care a some people there. Tell me my dear may I have the pleasure of a name. Even a made up one?" he asks. Of course this is all in a low tone.

"So If I may be so bold what sort of change in venue do you think I have made?"

Melinda May has posed:
Damnit. Shouldn't slip like that, May. Her expression does not show that she's perturbed at getting called out for that slip. It's like talking to a Vulcan. "Last I heard, you were in charge of Umbrella operations in Colorado." That's not the only thing she's heard, of course, but it's true enough.

As for the request of a name, she doesn't offer one. Not even a fake one. Get used to disappointment.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "She's Gregory Stark aswell," Greg starts, talking in a calm voice as he looks through data brought to him through the glasses connection to the super computer back at the tower. "Didn't you know? That's everyone's name up here." In reality he's trying to get a better idea for the scan, stall for time pry through the information.

     He looks over towards May. "You want to go grab a smoothie?" He sounds so calm about the whole thing as he talks hands going deeper into the pockets of his uniform as he tries to just pry that little bit further. "I'm feeling like a nice orange smoothie and maybe a few apple slices, my treat!"

Albert Wesker has posed:
in the moment that the glasses start to scan Wesker they are gone. Unless Gregory has super speed and super reflexes, Wesker will attempt to gram them off of his face crushing them in his hand. "Now now, it's not polite to scan without permission. Let me keep my secrets for now."

So far Wesker hasn't actually threatened anyone. "I have no desire to harm anyone tonight my dear, so please go about your business and leave me alone. So Please tell your Tact teams to back off. Because I promise you will not see them alive again if they harrass me. I susspect we will meet again your forces and me in Raccoon City soon enough. Until then, take care." And Wesker turns to walk away.

Melinda May has posed:
The instant Wesker is up in Greg's face crushing those glasses, May takes a step back into a very clearly martial arts stance. She doesn't stand a ghost of a chance against someone inhumanly fast, but she can at least try. And if he so much as pulls a single attached hair off of Stark's head, May will NOT reprimand any tac team member or sniper that takes a shot at Wesker. He's provoking right now despite his honestly insulting words.

But at least she doesn't stop the man from walking away. Right?

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory pauses for a moment, just locked still on the spot. He doesn't move for a long moment, before reaching into his pocked. Paused like that he adds. "I'd prefer if you didn't touch me," That twitch visible for just a moment to May.

     As he pulls his hand back from the pocket there's something waiting inside of his gloved hand... Is that another pair of identical glasses? He unfolds them one handed the other still resting in his pocket, before placing them back on his face sliding the new pair right back up the bridge of his nose. "Unlike some of us, I don't enjoy killing people."

     "If you're not up for smoothies I can call my personal Chef, he makes excellent pad-thai" As if the conversation he'd been having with May a moment ago hadn't been stopped. Though he is hiding that feeling of discomfort behind the overtly cocky nature of the statement.

     Deep down inside he's not afraid of Wesker, no he's afraid of all those little microbes that transferred between skin through even that moment of contact. Millions of little single celled organisms crawling and writhing on his skin. The thought made him half want to puke on the spot, but he needed to be stronger then that. No one would ever accept a man who was afraid of microbes, no one would ever want a son like that. He had to man up, he had to act tough. Had to be the man his brother could never be.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker has already turn the corner and will zip away. moving very quickly to loose the tactical team. He smiles laughing to himself, he still had Greg Starks Glasses and he pulls out a small box that is lined with gold which should stop any tech in it from being transmitted and closes it up as he will head off onto his own to his next destination. Gotham City. Oh this was going to be fun. Peices are moving, everything proceeds acording to plan. They know he will be returning to Raccoon City as he planned.

Melinda May has posed:
May waits until their spotters report that Wesker is gone, nowhere to be seen, then sighs and expansive sigh. That was an unmitigated disaster. "Stark, thank you for the invitation, but there's a mountain of paperwork waiting for me after this. Maybe another time." And unless his private chef is Surat Thani, she doubts his pad thai is going to be truly authentic.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "Suit yourself" Stark says with a bit of a smile, only now bringing out an antibacterial wipe to clean off the side of his face. The nanites have already attacked and destroyed the offending germs, of course but one can never be too sure. A quick tap on the side of his glasses and there's a man walking out from inside of a nearby building holding a plastic bag. Gregory drops the now used disinfectant wipe into the bag before it's sealed by his helper. "But you're missing out."