To Wesker none of these are facts until any of them can be proven. So for the time being he has neither reason nor intention to believe any of this alien stuff.

What's easy enough to believe is that this building is, indeed, a hangar. It's massive. Which it has to be in order to house the collection of vessels within, each of them easily the size of a passager plane. All things considered, they may very well be decomissioned planes. Planes with their wings clipped and dressed up- Admittedly wildly. An unusual amount of effort for a ruse.

Wesker spots the lingering data point nearby and just frowns at it. That must be how they are monitoring him. A camera. He doesn't like that he can't explain how it's floating. And yet Wesker steps right in front of the data point, seizing it up with his eyes and crosses his arms before adressing it. "Chris, if this is your doing then I'm disappointed. I thought the BSAA knew better than to make up fairytales about aliens and expect me to believe them. Then again, you were always lacking behind, weren't you. But Spencer is dead now. And with him the last shred of Umbrella has died as well. And if you value the lives of your little agents here, show yourself and we end this ridiculous charade before they end up like that arrogant old man."