Santa Monica, Residence of Maximilian Christiansen: The Former Bernstein Cartel
Wesker began to see if he could find something for Sana to wear as she was attacked by the pre-programming that Cortex had put into her.
"Orange Robes? Incense? What the hell is with you Cortex?" He sighed under his breath as he cracked open another box of crap.
"Well, You won't be getting those anything soon. We aren't made of money here...Well...Inuart maybe, he's a big on the Music scene at the moment, but I'm not going to start begging him for money...Ah, This should do. Here, put these on." He said as he pulled out a set of dusty 20 year old jeans and a Mahvel Shirt.
"Now, anything else you feel that you need or want?" Wesker asked, hoping Cortex didn't go all out Fetishist on him.
Wesker began to see if he could find something for Sana to wear as she was attacked by the pre-programming that Cortex had put into her.
"Orange Robes? Incense? What the hell is with you Cortex?" He sighed under his breath as he cracked open another box of crap.
"Well, You won't be getting those anything soon. We aren't made of money here...Well...Inuart maybe, he's a big on the Music scene at the moment, but I'm not going to start begging him for money...Ah, This should do. Here, put these on." He said as he pulled out a set of dusty 20 year old jeans and a Mahvel Shirt.
"Now, anything else you feel that you need or want?" Wesker asked, hoping Cortex didn't go all out Fetishist on him.