Part I

"Go on vacation they said, it'll be relaxing they said, fucking morons," she muttered as her feet carried her up the stairs and toward the mansion. Her sore and bruised knuckles rapped hard against the door; sure there was a doorbell, but what fun was that? Especially when her knuckles were already torn to hell.

There was a shrill ringing from the PDA in her pocket and she ignored it while she waited for either Alice or Spencer to open the door. The ringing grew louder and echoed off the stone white pillars behind her. With a disgruntled mutter she whipped it out, hit the ignore button, and slammed it back into her pocket. It started up again and with an angry yell she pulled it back out of her pocket and turned the damn thing off. Of course that was supposed to be against the rules of her working for Umbrella, but hell, she was supposed to on vacation so fuck it.

The door opened and revealed the smiling face of Alice the security chief for the Hive. Or was it of the Hive...? Alice clearing her throat brought her out of her internal monologue debate.

"Oh, yeah, sorry Alice, I need back in," she searched her pockets for her Umbrella ID and security pass.

"Aren't you supposed to be on vacation or something?" She was amused at the younger and definitely much shorter woman's frustration; even though she could clearly see her ID and Pass on her chest.

"Yeah, well things didn't go well, bar fights, car crash, stupid people on non-motorized bikes," she kept searching and patted her rear end thinking maybe she had put it into her back pocket.

Alice's eyebrows shot up in amusement then she looked down at her watch, "You've only been on vacation for...seven hours and thirty-two minutes. And it's a thirty minute drive here."

"Huh, really? Feels like it's been days. Come on Alice, you know me, you know I like to get shit done quickly," with a frustrated sigh she threw her hands up in the air and yelled in exasperation.

"Lose something?" Alice was more so amused, "Why don't you come in and we can talk or something, you do have the week off after all."

"Well I guess I can take a breather...wait is Spencer here?" Her mouth curved at the sound of his name as it left a bitter taste in her mouth. She was not the only who believed that the man Alice had 'married' was a complete douche. Alice's eyes twinkled as she shook her head.

"Nope, he went out somewhere, we have time to kill," she motioned for the woman to follow her into the large home that was secretly a facade to the rest of the public. Though how anyone would just happen upon this exact location in the mountains away from the main city was beyond her. Though she had to admit that Umbrella was definitely thorough in their facade-making-thingy.

She led her to the sitting area where a bottle of champagne was sitting on the table in front of the couch, "Were you planning a little party Alice?"

"Oh you know, the usual soiree when my better half is out," they both laughed at this as she poured a bottle of champagne for the girl in front of her while she took a swig straight from the bottle.

"Sheesh Alice, you're my kind of woman," her bright white teeth shown as she flashed a grin at Alice. Maximilian, yes that's her name and she knows it's really a man's name, was not shy about the fact she enjoyed the same sex.

They drank and joked for a while, mainly about why Spence was so angry, the theory on their part was that he had some serious penis issues. Alice could actually account for this though Max would rather not have known anything about the small angry man's genitalia.

"Mind if I use your restroom?" Alice shrugged and pointed toward it as she drank down the last of their second bottle of champagne. Max staggered just a little muttering about the mansion being at a tilt. She heard a snort of laughter behind her signaling that Alice had heard her.

With an unladylike burp and a burst of champagne induced giggles she slid into the large bathroom and managed to close the door behind her.

Outside, still sitting on the couch, Alice was laughing to herself waiting patiently for the yell from her friend in the bathroom. She vaguely noted that someone had entered the house; she knew it was Spence just by the sound of his walk.

As if on cue he walked around the corner with a smile on his face.

"Got the anniversary party started did we?" Alice shrugged with a grin on her face and waved the bottle of champagne toward him offering him a drink. He declined as she pouted.

"SON OF A BITCH! ALICE! YOU KNEW!" Spencer jumped and whipped out a 9mm Beretta from the holster inside his jacket; Alice couldn't recall seeing him ever move so fast and she had had sex with him. She giggled at the thought and she saw Spencer only relax a little; instead the look on his face turned deadly as Max walked back into the room.

"You knew and you saw it and you di-," she stopped and stared at the gun in Spencer's hand. "Oh hello Spencer."

"Maximilian," he grunted out and slowly holstered the gun. "I was under the impression that you were giving your coworkers a vacation from your moronic ways. I hoped you had extended the courtesy to us as well."

"Play nice you two. I invited her in, she was ready to go back to work, apparently she vacationed herself out," Alice waved him off and shook her head as Spencer looked at his watch.

"Within nine and a half hours? We literally just authorized your vacation this morning," he shook his head violently and muttered about firing her.

"Who else would keep your wife satisfied?" Max had smirked then quickly ran over to the button on the wall that opened the sliding mirror windows down.

Spencer was at a complete standstill and lost for words. Alice was laughing hysterically as the mirrors slid shut behind Max.

Max was definitely buzzing, otherwise she would have honestly never said anything like that when Spencer was around. She happily skipped down the stairs and narrowly avoided a face plant to the ground as she caught herself.

"Geeze Max, you freaking lightweight," she shook her head and took a look around. The barrels and boxes in this room always made her feel like something was about to spring loose from one of them. Shaking it off she made her way up the shorter and seemingly less dangerous steps toward the train. Of course this going without incident apparently wasn't in her cards as she slipped on the last step and cracked her chin open. With a self-pitied whimper she held her chin and got up. She wandered casually into the engine room of the train. She sat down and before she knew it, she was completely out cold.