The Main Street was quiet. Safe too. The entire horde of zombies that roamed around on the street was nothing but rotting corpses now. No one missed them. Not Dorian Savage. Just more victims. For all he's concerned, fewer humans the better. The buildings on the sides of the road were mostly sat in rubble and buried with the occasional layer of rotten corpses of the undead. Not a bad place to land a U.S.S. chinook.

The horrible night of walking with the insufferable Richard James was finally coming to an end, one night escorting the least pleasant person was almost enough to drive him insane. Did he miss any of it? No. The constant complaining about sleep, food and other things human require to function was the bane of his mission, one he would never pick on even the slowest of days. That's why humans are the weakest link. They need food, water, sleep, exercise and among other things, something to complain about.

Setting foot on the Main Street from the overhead bridge's walkway, Dorian almost shed a tear, to finally get rid of something he would describe as something as little as bothersome itch. Richard James proved to be an intolerable oaf that always finds a way to irritate the strongest of beings. The rear of the jet black chinook was open to receive him. Neither of the two could wait.

Leaning against the wall of the cockpit was Captain Rodriguez. A single long bench stretched tip to bottom on both sides of the aircraft, that's where the scattered members of Delta Team were resting the morning. All were awake and ready for anything like true soldiers. On the very end of the right bench by Rodriguez was a young man in a suit like Dorian's only less expensive and perfect. Tim Scam.

His plan for evacuation wasn't as good as he hoped, at least he didn't have to escort him like Richard. Tim had bigger balls than that weakling. No one made a move when Dorian stepped in, he was the general of the entire Umbrella Secret Service, and no one even stood in his glory. Captain LUPO stood and made quick eye contact. He smiled and let Richard get comfortable in the back with Tim and Rodriguez.

The Frenchwoman, Captain Karena LUPO LesProux was a seasoned soldier with military experience and roots. Wolfpack treated her as their mother, the harsh one who accepts nothing less than perfection. Dorian could barely tolerate humans more than Wesker, and yet he respected this wide variety of colourful characters.

She cared for her team as he does for himself. Derek Simmons abandoning them under Lord Spencer's orders was such a missed opportunity that is was almost unforgivable. Umbrella didn't deserve their service and loyalty. Neo-Umbrella does, in the future when all goes to plan.

"General Savage," she said in greeting. "It's great to see you." She almost smiled, but her strange blue gas mask made it hard to see her mouth. Her eyes looked quite gentle; she probably was smiling to some degree. On the inside at the very least because her tone of voice was welcoming.

"It's good to see your team still among the living, Captain. How was your journey?"

"It took the entire night to get here in one piece, but it was all worth it. I'm still concerned about the matter of our mutiny."

He rubbed his chin. "Hmmm. In what way?"

"We can't simply leave Umbrella without some form of retaliation from them. We went AWOL; they won't let that slide. Can they?"

"Who are they gonna bellyache to? Me? Master Romanov? Truth be told, they don't care. I do, and when Simmons hear that an exceptional team like Wolfpack has survived, he will see to reason to understand my motives. You let me worry about Umbrella, they won't act without my confirmation."

"And what are your motives, sir? If you don't mind me asking."

"To see Umbrella in better hands and the culling of the weak. You are the type I want to keep tabs on for future employment. I don't know what the hell Lord Spencer thought when he made the order to abandon your team." He extended his arm out and clenched his fist. "Some people are worth the effort, and everyone here on this chinook is more than worthy to join Neo-Umbrella. When the time comes of course."

"When will the time come?"

"I'd consider it classified, but the date is unconfirmed. Everyone here will be suited to their strengths once Umbrella is overthrown. When Lord Spencer steps down, you fine people will step into the light under a new employer."

"So we wait until the time comes? That doesn't sound very well thought."

"Would you prefer the alternative? Abandoned by your employers and left for dead?"

"You raise a good point, sir."

"I always do. I don't know how long Master Romanov was planning this takeover but if he didn't make plans to do so, everyone here, excluding me, would be dead along with the rest of this city. I think that's much better than the alternative. It's actually a good thing he let me in on the fold since I can mark everyone as KIA."

"Will you be joining us for this evacuation?"

He breathed a huge gust of air and flared his nose. Smiling. "We did our jobs. Now we leave the city to die." He sits on the very end of the bench by the open door. The benches used to be cluttered with U.S.S. uniforms and weapons but were set on the ground by the passenger's feet. There was room for everyone and then some more

Dorian got comfortable and stretched his legs. Nothing feels better than a job well done. Maybe a cigarette, so he took out his cigarette packet and picked a fresh cig. Umbrella manufactured the cigarettes so he can get them for free, along with any other drug he so chooses. The type of junk that could fuel a sex party. After all, he still had his youth. Man needed to live, and it's been a while since his last party... With his dear Alexis on Rockfort Island he was feeling a little lonely lately...

Before he could get halfway on his lovely cigarette, Dorian got a call on his PDA. It was from Master Romanov's youngest son, Sergei Romanov. He was the commander of the U.B.C.S., essentially a brother, one that's almost five times his age. He is respectively a general in his own right, yet still, officially an ex-colonel of the U.S.S.R. A rival he and the late Albert Wesker shared.

He was still in the area and messaged him some coordinates to meet up with him and Simmons. Was Simmons still in the city? It looks like his evacuation lies elsewhere. His P90 was still slung over his shoulder, and he felt like taking a walk.

The coordinates lead to Jack Street, behind that bar, Jack's Bar Dorian last recalled it. There was a business centre Umbrella often used for private meetings next to it. The chopper must be on the helipad waiting for him. Might be nice seeing Colonel Romanov and Mr Simmons again. Once everyone evacuates, the plans to overthrow Lord Spencer will arrive sooner and with a higher chance to succeed. Oh, joy.

Dorian stood back up and walked out, Captain LUPO tried to call him back, but he just saluted her in response and left. Richard was a thing of the past, and now it was time for his personal mission, to get to the chopper and wait for evacuation. That being the key word around town. He still had plenty of ammunition and a thirst for more killings. Like a feral cat, Dorian leapt onto the chinook and then on top of the bridge's roof. His feet clamped perfectly still. Unmoving. The breeze felt nice ruffling through his hair. He discarded his cigarette and disappeared into the sunlight.