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NOAH ISAACS

Albert Wesker. Pharmaceutical Research and Development. This surely won't end poorly.

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[You do, in fact, have the high ground. Well-spotted, Obi-Wan. That said, the high ground in this case is stationary, and god, he is grateful for all the pointless trees on his property right now because the cover they're offering is a godsend.

...I mean, that kind of puts everyone at something of an impasse for the time being, but it's better that than soaked, probably.]

[feistytrader]

[Damn. It's going to be fairly obvious if he ends up leaving the tree too. Where does he go from here?

...

There's a good amount of silence, and then Silver throws a ball in Wesker's general direction. Totodile is sort of unceremoniously deposited out of said ball about two feet above the ground and has a less than stellar landing. Silver really needs to work on his aim with that. Regardless, Totodile's quick to straighten himself up, shake his head, and look for Wesker.

This is totally cheating, but you know what, Wesker has a hose somewhere that he doesn't know about. Fair's fair.]