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Wesker frowned slightly as he stepped into the room. Krauser apparently had little or no enhanced strength in this place, not enough to make a difference breaking down a door at least.

A locker room. He knew from experience the sort of interesting things that people left in those, having regularly searched through his teams possessions without their knowledge.

[from here]

The storage room was dark - not surprising, the electricity didn't seem to be on during the night. The beam of Alec's flashlight swept the room, searching for anything relevant. It wasn't too hard to find the gauze, and, switching the flashlight to his left hand to keep the pill bottles company, he reached for it. There was still pain in his shoulder, but it was a dull, faraway pain. Thank you, morphine.

"Catch," he said, lobbing the gauze to Javert in an easy, underhand toss.