Billy ran his fingers through his slicked hair in frustration, his dark eyes narrowing in suspicion at the joviality of the new player to their group, Dorian. Something about him, the way he was just casually going about this horribly, fucked up situation made him come off as way too slick for his liking.

Between him, Benton and Alexis; it felt like he was standing in the midst of sharks that could go into a feeding-frenzy and devour all himself, Rebecca and Evie in an instant. Then again, perhaps he wasn't really one to judge with him being a convict. "Framed convict" he quickly corrected himself quietly, his gaze moving away from Benton and Alexis towards Rebecca and Evie.

Well, at least with those two; he had nothing to worry about. Rebecca came off as pretty earnest and straight-forward, letting you know where you stood in her eyes. Her career in law-enforcement would probably give her a moralistic drive to see through whatever horrors that were in her path. Evie was just an innocent kid caught up in all of this mess, and wouldn't wander very far.

CRASH! Billy snapped his head towards the double-set of doors to his right at the sound of what sounded like furniture being knocked over or cabinets getting broken. The confounded racket seemingly lasting a few seconds before silence fell over the grand hall.

Without saying a word, Billy slowly slid his .45 from the back of his jeans; slowly approaching the door. It was possible that whatever made that noise was just zombies, but at the same time, perhaps it was a person.

Gripping his fingers on the door knob, he slowly turned...and pushed the door open, taking a few steps back. "Oh great..." he grumbled in annoyance at the sight of three zombies, one of them wearing uniforms similar to Benton, trudging around a large dinning room table

Eyeing over the small dinning room, plus kitchen situated in the back visible through the window next to a bright red door. Billy fired away, watching the zombie to his right collapse in a heap, blood pools spreading out through their open wounds. It died over a collapsed bookshelf.

"Guess it's official, this place is infected too," Billy sighed.

Dorian slung his MP5 over his shoulder, the small few kills he had were interrupted and he was trying to isolate himself with Alexis. Not everything went to his preferences but it did save him a few rounds and a bit of hassle, couldn't help at least giving a fake smile. Three bodies were counted around the dining tables with two by the door to the left.

"I appreciate you saving me a few bullets. I thought I could check the kitchen out for some chef whites or an apron or something." Dorian walked to the red door with a fire motif on it; he tried to open it like a normal door but he was so wrong. He struggled. "Well, this is unfair. It's locked."

"Should I?"

"It's not important really." Dorian pulled back and slammed his right shoulder into the middle. The door didn't budge and he let go in a huff. "Whatever, I didn't want to go in there anyway."

"Captain, we could just vault over the counter."

Dorian scratched his scalp. "I knew that." Dorian slid his body over the waist-high counter, with each leg first. "I figured it would be more entertaining to kick down the door."

"Men..." Alexis followed him slowly over the counter.

Evie went followed Billy, gripping the bat tightly. She actually hung back close to the door they had come through and saw the bodies littered around the dining table. Evie would have jumped in if it had seemed like it had got out of hand at any point.

Billy couldn't help but let out a snort of amusement at watching Dorian vault himself over the counter. Eyeing down at Evie as she came in from behind, bat raised; he gave her an encouraging smile. "Keep close kid, don't go wandering off too far. Also, if you really want to deliver some damage in your swings; make certain you cork your hip in with your swings."

Billy brought his arms up, making the motion of holding a back as he leaned pivoted back and swung his arms forward, turning his hips with it. "You'll deal more damage that wa-" Pausing at the moaning and groaning of another uniform zombie, rising up from behind the counter of the kitchen behind the new guy; Billy pointed. "Dorian, counter!"

While Dorian was pissing about on his PDA Alexis caught on with the moaning and groaning behind them and swung her handgun around. She fired two rounds, one hit the zombie's chest and gut area, it staggered but still stood even despite piercing the armour. Dorian whipped his head around and slid his MP5 into his hands, his stance was firm while he waited for the zombie to raise its head for a clean kill. Alexis recognized the black uniform, like Benton's only less armoured, and damaged.

Dorian fired a single round at the zombie's head, it exploded the back of its head with bits of skull and brain blown out. Its body fell, dead. Useless. Dorian set his MP5 on the counter in the middle of the kitchen. "You did a great service calling out to me, thank you."

Alexis vaulted back over the counter to check the zombie Dorian just put down. "Captain..."

"What is it?"

Alexis checked the pockets of the zombie with little enthusiasm. No hidey hole was safe as she checked everything thoroughly. She sighed."It's James..."

"Who's James?" Billy asked.

"One of my guys..." she replied.

"From the First Investigation?" Dorian said from behind the counter.

"Yeah. That just leaves John and Nathan. He's not carrying anything special, not anymore..."

"I'm sorry about your friends," Benton replied, referring to both Kenneth and Edward. With his attention still focused on Rebecca, he cleared his throat, trying to find the right words to build the bridge over the gap that separates them from the Umbrella operatives, "Look, I know this has got to be a difficult situation for you. You're the cop here, and I'm sure they will rely on you at some point," he said with a nod of his head at Billy and Evie, "The same way I will. I know you don't trust me but... I trust you. All I ask is a chance that you utilise me when you need it. Work with me so we can all get the hell outta here alive."

The gunshots in the kitchen caught his attention. With the doors open, he could see both Billy and Evie standing there by the table, looking into the room. They didn't seem panicked or too worried. The faint sound of Dorian's voice setting the mood. It still appeared everything was under control on their end. He then stared back at Rebecca.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. They were both great guys, very helpful in teaching me to be ready for being cop." Rebecca said. "But I don't think any amount of training could prepare someone for this." She glanced over towards where all the shooting had just went down figuring it appeared that Billy and the others had it under control. Rebecca nodded after thinking for a second. "Yeah, okay. I guess if we wanna get out of this we should trust each other."

Billy peeked out into the main hall, staring intently at Benton as he seemed to be relaying his concerns to Rebecca. He'd have to talk with her when he got the chance. For now, it was best to get things out in the open with Evie. Making a non-verbal gesture for her to approach him, he leaned up against the half-blooded faucet, next to the door. "Hey kid, listen. These guys…" he eyed over at Alexis and Dorian, at them conversing, "I'm having a hard time trustin' any of them. It's way to much of a stretch for me that they either don't know a whole lot about this place, or the fact that their company's involved in some pretty shady stuff."

Moving away from the bloodied faucet, he sighed deeply. Glancing away, he closed his eyes in slight annoyance; letting it known that he wasn't a hypocrite. "Considering my own situation, I'd get it if you were having a hard time trusting me. All I'm saying for now is just… help me keep an eye on them for now. Just for anything suspicious that they might do or say. I could be wrong, and that they're just caught up in this situation like us… but still"

BANG! The sound of gunfire got Billy's attention, causing him to turn and draw his gun; pointing it in the direction of what sounded like multiple shots, a door just by the bloody sink. He was staring at a young man, early-twenties, with short brown, shaved hair. Wore a bright orange S.T.A.R.S. vest.

"Damn..." Billy was simply just standing there; pistol just pointed at the officer. He noticed a dead waitress behind him.

"This isn't good." Dorian shook his head.

The table in the middle of the kitchen was a great place to vent his disdain, firmly with his hands fixed on the edges. Dorian started taking some slow breaths. More and more people are making themselves noticeable with them just suddenly showing up out of the blue. He only came to the kitchen to get away from the humans but even that was too good to be true. There was room to pat himself on the back for fitting in fairly, well.

Dorian was sure he heard someone eavesdropping him and Alexis shortly after that U.S.S. zombie was killed. They had to talk about it since that ex-member was part of the investigation team Alexis sent in to meet up with later on.

It was a good presumption to say they all have already perished to the horrors of the facility. He stressed out the fact they all went missing when they ventured out further beyond the Training Facility, with some decent findings. Information that would abolish Dr Marcus' name and bare fruit for their efforts.

There wasn't anything to salvage on James' body. Must've turned when he set his equipment down or something like that. Since he was a member of the team with information Umbrella wants, Dorian checked all the pockets which turned out to be useless, only apart from a crumpled note.

There was enough information written on it to suggest their findings was passed down to one person to safeguard. It didn't say who it was but they were bunkered down in the refinery in the furthest of areas. Outside the Training Facility no doubt.

Alexis felt reassured to locate her last two men and find the incriminating information about the company's founder. That would give Marcus the one-two punch out. His name would be tarnished more than usual and he will be dead by the end of the day.

This is a great opportunity to show up Wesker and Birkin by killing Marcus for good, plus, he can prove his blatant superiority. Dorian was sure Marcus would reveal himself again, increasing the risk of the nosy survivors to discover the truth.

Alexis found a new set of chef whites. They were purest of white and triple extra large, fit over her bust like you wouldn't imagine. Her hips weren't as thick so she done up the trousers nice and tight. She flourished her threads to Dorian and asked for his opinion. He admitted white brought out the green in her scales... She had some clothes now and only had to relay over the mission with Dorian, and then pass it on to Benton.

Dorian went as far as he could at the back of the kitchen with her and kept his voice low. "We can go over the mission now."

"Rightly so. I'm ready."

"We will get around to finding the final evaluation eventually, only once we get out of this facility."

"I have to admit, that's the best thing I heard all day: a potential survivor. Hopefully, he will have enough findings for this mission to be a passable success."

Dorian gave a reassuring smile. "With recent events, our primary mission is now oursecondary mission. Command sent me down here to finish what you started but that was before that P.A. went off. Did you hear it?"

"From the branch line? Yes. What of it?"

"After that command got a call from Dr Marcus; he's alive."

"Still? But Dr Scott-"

"Believe me, we all know of his impotence but I'll grill the Council about it later. Marcus being alive is a problem for everyone associated with Umbrella, and now I have strict orders to eliminate him and make sure he stays dead this time. I need everyone here to support my mission as I am taking direct control."

"Everyone? What of the civilians?"

Dorian went all flustered and lost his smile. Looked like he was going to go on one of his famous and hilarious rants. He threw his arms and forced a smile. "Let's say it's my best interest to keep them alive to get the mission done. Personally, the sooner they die the better."

"So what? We earn their trust as long as it helps the mission?"

"Until they become a threat or a liability. With this place being dark the last twenty years I have no idea where anything is in here and I doubt you do too."

"We can't work so close to them, everything here is related to Umbrella. They'll know about our... questionable nature."

"Once Marcus is dead, we'll kill them all. I'd sooner shoot them down right now but…" Dorian sighed. "With Marcus back with all these leeches around, we cannot pass up the extra guns."

Alexis looked away, reflecting her near miss with death. She felt smaller than normal. "You wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. If Marcus got command all in a stir then it must be bad."

"We have a job to do, we'd best get to it. I want you to inform Benton that Marcus is our top priority. How's your radio?"

Alexis placed her hand on her faulty radio and looked back up to Dorian. "Mine can't make any calls and Benton's is lost."

Dorian scoffed. "Damn. Okay, I'll scout the facility and give you any crucial news, or more orders. I want you and Benton to stay safe and keep an eye out for anything that might be useful for our mission. Shoot to kill any threat if necessary while working your way out of the facility. I'll keep you posted since I can't work around these people."

"Seems a bit half-baked don't you think?"

"That's why I'm separating myself from the civvies. To think we're having to put up with all this because of Wesker and Birkin; it's their fault Marcus wasn't disposed properly and the 'half-baked' alliance with these trespassers."

"Must be a mid-life crisis for them."

"They just don't want to underestimate Marcus and his leeches. With the praise he gets from them and Spencer, I'm obligated to agree to disagree with their choice."

"It won't be easy working with these people, only to kill them."

"I know but extra hands on deck might not be the worst idea ever." Dorian scratched his back. "When Marcus is dead and the facility is open I will be sure to piss off our bosses a bit more than usual. Just to make things fair."

"Maybe when it's open you could be the general manager," she smiled.

Dorian stuttered, nicely. "No, no..." He scratched the side of his head. "I'm already on the Umbrella Council, I don't need this. It will either be Scott or James."

Alexis laughed, more than usual. Red-faced with tears, she was losing her breath after a minute of non-stop laughing. Dorian smiled that she was having a nice giggle. "James..." She laughed some more. "That bumbling oaf?"

"He's… not completely useless..."

"He'd lose his head if it wasn't on his shoulders!" Alexis' chuckles were soft, and cute.

"All the more reason for me to grill the Council later." Dorian took out some 9mm magazines from the pouch over his thigh and gave it to Alexis. "Take these and get back to Benton."

"Oh... sure babe." She took the ammunition and put into her deep pockets. She walked away before she started laughing again, vaulting over the smooth counter. "I'll check out the lower levels as soon as I can slip away.

"Please do." Dorian smiled. "All the evils these days are all underground..."

"That's what I'm counting on."

"To think we had three eligible bachelors to evolve that day, and Scott was the winner. I'll never let that bastard live this down."

"I don't expect you to, babe."