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Wesker smirked as he fixed his sunglasses and popped his neck in an inhuman fashion. Alice and her little heroic friends thought they had finished him off in the little scuffle back at the Arcadia. But they forgot one thing. The T-virus that ran through his veins was strong. Much much more powerful than he himself had anticipated. Yes, they made sure to put a sizeable amount of bullets through his chest and such, but the grave mistake that Alice made was leaving Bennett in the enclosed room with him. It was like leaving a hamster in the cage of a deadly snake.

"I told her that the T-virus was so strong that it fought me for control. That I needed to feed, hence the dead survivors on the tables in that room I was sitting in. She should have known I would feed off of Bennett. And they called her Project Alice? Dr. Isaac wasted time in making a useless Umbrella pawn that was no smarter than an average human." Of course, no one was in the Umbrella helicopter with him, but his superior like attitude always made him think out loud. He glanced at the bomb timer he had in his hand, his gloved finger pressing the "Purge Facility" button. He smiled at the thought of the entired ship and its occupants being destroyed.

The evil smirk instantly dropped from his face as he heard an odd ticking sound behind him. Wesker moved from the pilot seat and walked down the aisle of the helicopter, stopping and turning to the right as he found the source of the noise. He quickly removed the red supply bags only to find an unexpected surprise waiting behind them. An Umbrella bomb with three seconds left before detonating. His eyes glowed a menacing deep red color under his sunglasses as the countdown of the bomb reached its end.

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On the top deck of Arcadia were three, clearly out of breath people. Alice along with Chris and Claire Redfield. They had just finished running from the bottom of the ship where they had watched Wesker escape in the Umbrella aircraft.

"Ha! I didn't want you to miss that," Alice exclaimed as the helicopter and presumably Wesker, were engulfed in the massive explosion of the bomb. It was like a giant firework display for all of the survivors to see as they stepped out on to the deck of the Arcadia for a breath of fresh air. A much welcomed surprise for them after the long containment inside the glass prisons they had been forced in. The gently sea breeze that swept by made it even better.

Claire could only nod in agreement to Alice. A big smile plastered on her face after realizing he didn't exactly get away after all. All thanks to Alice's quick thinking beforehand. It was like she predicted what would happen and decided to put the bomb into that just one aircraft he would get into. It was brilliant. The woman she was fighting side by side with was amazing. That's all she could think of.

Claire glanced over to look at her brother. He too had a small smile on his dirt covered face. The memories were slowly coming back to her. She remembered bits and pieces of things. Like Alice, and that dreadful day where she reached down on to Alaska with the remainder of the convoy, only to be captured by Umbrella. She had escaped and fought at her captors, but only to have a red spider device slapped on to her chest. They didn't even bother going after her. From then on, everything was just fuzzy until Alice had removed it from her. She hated the memory loss so much.

The distinct humming sound of helicopters approaching ruined Claire's train of thought. She turned around to look at what Alice and Chris were staring at in the sky.

"What is that?" Chris managed to ask. The question being directed at Alice more than his sister. They could only remain still, watching as the twenty plus helicopter squadron advanced towards the weather beaten cargo ship they resided on.

"Trouble," Alice replied. Just when she thought that they could provide the survivors with what they deserved, a force that reeked of Umbrella managed to step in her path once more. She promised the people on board of safety, food, and shelter. Alice wasn't going to give in without a fight. That she could guarantee.

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Luther clumsily ran out to the edge of the sewage pipe, out of breath and with torn clothing. He turned around at the sound of two moaning zombies, both of which were fixated on clasping their tentacle like things protruding from their decaying mouths on to his flesh. Luther wasn't going to have it. He brought up his right hand that held his handgun, and sent two perfect rounds into the head of each zombie.

"Star power bitches!" His little triumph of escaping an ugly death was overshadowed by the sounds of helicopters. The thick fog that had surrounded the Arcadia was long gone, and he could clearly see people on the top of the deck. Luther wasn't far off from the ship. It was reaching it that had him stuck. He continued to gaze at the survivors on the Arcadia. Actually, he was only staring at one in particular. It was Alice. At first it was because she was the only one on board that caught his eye. To him, she just stood out like a bright star among dull ones. He chuckled a bit at his lame comparison of her to a star. His smile fell as he noticed the tense pose she was in. It had him assuming that the oncoming helicopters she appeared to be looking at weren't exactly a welcoming committee.

Luther estimated he was over a mile away from the ship. Nothing separating them other than a huge and vast amount of water. "If I don't find a boat right now then I gotta swim over there. Awesome," Luther muttered. His day just kept getting better and better...


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