LBHE is up and swinging at the online party! Woot woot! *ehem* So an early update this week seeing as its turkey weekend and what not...seriously, I've got to prepare and practice my elbow jabs for the early morning black Friday Sales. XD (Last year an old biddy half my size nearly put me in a choke hold... O.o Seriously man, never get between the elderly and the last sale item...bad things happen to good people... shudder...very bad things...anyone else out there going to be battling the crowds?

Trish

The car ride was a quiet one. She sat by herself in the back seat. The two suits sat in the front. Half way through the ride, they had stopped and picked up another rider. He couldn't have been a couple years older than two in the front but for all of that he had more experience. Experiences, one could add, that showed through to his face, which looked as if it never had a reason to crack a smile more than once in a blue moon. He wasn't taken in by her charm. Easily he took the seat facing her own, making his large frame somehow fit neatly into the back of the van.

"Miss Trish, my name Chris. Chris Redfield. I'm here to escort you to the compound."

"I didn't know car rides were dangerous," Trish replied, bored. "I thought this was just a routine information check."

"Usually they aren't," Chris agreed with her. "You should know by now that nothing about this is routine." He cast a discreet annoyed look towards the front of the vehicle. Apparently, he was the one in charge or at least the one in charge of the two idiots driving the vehical. "I'm an agent from BSAA."

"BSAA?"

"Bio-Terrorism Security Assessment Alliance. The BSAA is an internatioal response to the growing bio-terrorism. We are sanctioned through the European Union as well as several other legal entities that wish to remain anonymous."

"Bio-Terrorism?" Trish asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're a little out of your league don't you think?"

"I thought that was supposed to be my line," Chris replied. He reached for his pocket and withdrew a photo. "You know this man?" Trish took the photo. Pale hair, closed eyes, strait line mouth. Even without peeling the eyelids back, she would know that face anywhere. It was Dante. This elaborate demon driven plan was getting out of control…if in fact it still was a demon revenge tour. Her gaze flickered back to the brown haired man who'd handed her the photo. She considered her options.

"And what if I do?"

"I don't do 'what if,'" Chris replied. Trish studied him for a moment. His hazel brown eyes didn't flinch under her gaze. He was worn in a rugged kind of way. He reminded her of Dante, minus the swagger and the hair color.

"And what exactly do you do, Chris?" Trish asked, inflecting his name with all the singular, polite teasing charm she could manage. She wanted to pique this man's interest, throw his game off a bit before striking. She leaned back, relaxing, showing off her body to its fullest. Anything to further her odds, but the house was in her favor and she was not only stacking the deck but dealing the cards as well. Physically speaking, even strong humans didn't pose a threat to her. Not really.

"I assess threats," he stated evenly. At that she smiled sweetly. To his credit, Chris looked decently on guard. Who ever these people were, they would never see it coming until it was too late.

"I was hoping you would say that," Trish replied, pleasantly. Chris gave her a solid look holding his peace and stupidly ignoring that gut instinct that was screaming inside. She continued with her sugar coated smile, waiting. His level of alert began tripling exponentially as the silence between them stretched on for a moment more. She didn't wait long though; she was a killer by instinct and allowed just a fragment of her nature to enter into her eyes. He reacted on his gut, moments too late. Lunging forward she summoned the rest of her energy, dodging into the gap between the front seats. Clutching the detonating time bomb, Trish drove the mini-electrical storm towards the car's dashboard. Chris was only still reacting as her shoulder brushed his lightly.

The dashboard came to life, all the little lights dancing and flickering. Plastic melted under her hand, squeezing up between her fingers like mud, feeling pleasantly warm. The radio screamed, its volume increasing tenfold at the sudden influx of electricity before breaking through to static which sizzled away to silence. The man at the wheel went ramrod strait as the electricity coursed through his body, jumping from his hands at the wheel to his foot at the pedal. The tires of the car blew and black smoke from blown gasket rings rose from beneath the hood. The suit in the passenger seat recoiled before reaching for the wheel as the van began to spin wildly out of control.

Everything was going according to plan. However she had underestimated these humans. She thought they only had bullets in their guns.

Two shots to her stomach left her feeling numb, the nausea and subsequent wooziness would come later. Meanwhile the car swung about on the highway crazily, swerving in and out of traffic lanes. Left and right other drivers blared their horns.

"She's fried the entire car!" The passenger side suit screamed. The driver himself was unconscious from the jolt, slumped to the side, his forehead hitting the side window. Reaching over, passenger side was doing the best that he could just to keep the car on the road. The engine was failing, sputtering and smoking now as the car slowly began to decelerate.

"Shit," Chris grunted, pulling the trigger again and again. More sharp pain along her side and on the top of her thighs blossomed into being. It hurt more than she cared to admit. Snarling Trish recoiled at the added pain, her elbow driving into Chris's jaw as she turned her attention onto him. Facing him, her free hand wrapped around Chris's throat as she pinned him to the back of his seat in a single powerful thrust. Straddling one of his legs with her own, she dug into her side with the free hand, pulling out the slugs. Gagging, Chris struggled with the crushing hand she had placed over his windpipe.

"What is this?" she demanded icily, pulling the small syringe like bullet from her side. "What did you shoot me with?" She pulled three more out of her side. It was getting hard to concentrate. Shaking her head, she studied the small slugs, dimly surprised that it was taking this long to process what they were. Chris threw her hand aside as the van swerved for the last time, throwing Trish off balance and onto the floor of the car. She struggled to sit up, clutching at the side handle, her arms failing to do more than purchase her several more than a few inches of upward mobility. How was it that the side driver's wild swerving was throwing off her usual perfect balance?

"Nearly 300 cc's of rhino tranquilizers," Chris coughed hoarsely, answering her previous question. Sedatives. The thought flashed across her mind. Snarling, she pooled more energy into her hands, closing a fist over the spent slugs. The hell she'd go down with out a fight. Sparing the humans had been a courtesy. Now she was pissed and they wouldn't be walking away from this without some major dental work in the near future.

"Have you assessed this threat yet?" She hissed, raising her gaze from the slugs she held in her hand to him.

His gun was level with her heart. He wore a hard face.

"You better believe it." He replied flatly, pulling the trigger.