"Wakey wakey, rise and shine!" Angela trilled loudly, jarring the occupants of the cabin into reluctant consciousness. She skipped over and gave Claudia a light shake, "Come on sleepyhead!"

"Are we there yet?" Guy groaned.

"Well..." Angela cocked her head to one side, "You know, I hadn't thought to ask. But I just thought since this might be our last time together as a group, we should all spend some quality time together."

"Or alternatively, you couldn't sleep and decided to make the rest of us suffer for it?" Claudia barked.

"Oh you are little miss grouchy when you've got your sleepyhead on."

"You're going to be little miss dead in a second," replied Claudia as she groped about for her gun.

"Oh, it's ok! I've got something that'll cheer you all up!"

"Suicide?"

"Travel games!" she squealed as Shak dashed forward to wrench the barrel of Claudia's gun out of the doctor's mouth.

"I usually play I-spy with my kids..." said Guy vacantly. His mind was clearly elsewhere.

"Sometimes Dan...uh I mean my adopted father would give me advanced maths puzzles to do for fun..." Claudia joined in fondly. "But you're all to stupid for that game," she sneered.

"BORING! I've got a great game!" Shak shouted, "Tenner If You'll Eat It!"

"You first, Herrison."

"I want to play at house! I'll be the daddy and Claudia can be the mummy!" he grinned dopily, "Cause we're in love!"

After much debate, and much to Angela's reluctance, the group settled down on Shak and Claudia's insistence, to a rather long windedly titled game of, "If You Had The Choice Who Would You Chuck Out The Helicopter?"

"Well..." Angela looked around as all eyes turned on her, "I um...I...I would throw out all the negative energy that's in each and every one of us..." she smiled, "Then we could all become better people."

"PISH!" Shak screamed out, "That goes against all the rules of the game."

"What rules?" Guy frowned, "You just invented it."

"The ones I be's making up of course. To stop her answering crap like that." She stuck her tongue out, "What about you Guy? That's a stupid name by the way."

"God wouldn't really approve of my opinions on the matter."

"God is for cretins," Claudia scowled, "See what too much God does to you? You'll turn out like that idiot on the roof. Or my parents."

"Castrating him probably helped that along..." Shak mumbled contemplatively. "Anyway, your turn Guy. Who's it to be, huh huh?"

"I'd really rather not say..."

Simultaneously, Shak and Claudia approached him from either side, and said in unison, "It's me, isn't it?" The doctor spoke with a glare, but Shakahnna had a beaming smile on her face.

"Hey Claudia, bet I could win this competition." The STARS captain grinned.

"How?"

The redhead raised her eyebrows twice in rapid sucession with a smile. Before grabbing the Jewish man's crotch. He gave an indignant yell and leapt back, almost falling off the bench. Glaring at Shak with the filthiest expression possible, he stood up stiffly and made his way to sit next to Angela.

"You're right," the doctor marvelled dryly, "You did win, Shak."

"WHEEEEEEEEE!" The redhead beamed, "So Dr Graham, that would be your turn then. Angela or Herrison?"

"I can't pick both?"

"I suppose you could, but for arguments sake, let's say there are Nazi veloceraptors with lasers on their heads who work for Umbrella and they're going to murder either Angela or Herrison, and you only have time to throw one of them out, which would it be?"

"Hmm..." the scientist gave the matter genuine thought, "Maybe I should calculate some equations to determine which of them is more irritating. Herrison is more annoying to me...but the world would be a much better place without Angela. Herrison is unlikely to procreate, whereas eventually Angela sadly will one day get married and most likely pass on her criminally irritating genes because she's too stupid to use a prophylactic sheath. So it all comes down to this..." she sighed and held out her hands as though she were balancing scales, "Benefit myself...or benefit humanity...there's not really a choice. Herrison it is!"

"But I'll use my big shiny gun to kill the velo...veloci...vel...monsters! Right now!" Herrison ran for the door, "I'll protect you Claudia!"

"Sit down, you inbred," she ordered. "What about you Captain Taylor?"

"Take a wild guess..." Shak grinned at everyone's blank looks, "The pilot of course. He works for Umbrella."

"I heard that!" a voice came over the tannoy. "I don't work for Umbrella!"

"Shut up and drive, Umbrella scum."

"Yes ma'am."

"Even though undoubtedly, I'm going to regret this...Herrison, who would you chuck out the helicopter if you had the chance?" The bespectacled girl spoke up.

"Duuuurm..." he looked at the ceiling, "The monkies."

Claudia pinched the bridge of her nose before looking at him, exasperated, "What monkies? The ones that sit in your head and work the controls?"

"No! The ones with the lasers on their heads. I seen them in that documentary..."

"What documentary?"

"Planet of the Apes."

"That was a work of fiction! And anyway, you mean the veloceraptors..." Claudia caught herself correcting him before throwing up her hands in dismay and looking at Shak accusingly, "How do you manage to turn EVERYTHING into a circus!"

"It's a gift," the redhead replied serenely.

The pilot's voice came over the tannoy, "We're twenty minutes from the base, people," a pause, "And I pick Herrison too."

"Umbrella workers don't get to play!" Shak replied indignantly.

"But I'm not Um..."

"RIGHT!" She stood up and marched towards the cockpit, but was impeded by Herrison who leapt forward and wrapped both his arms around her legs.

"I love you Shak!"

She looked down in disgust and booted him in the chin. "Don't touch me." She admonished vehemently, "MY personal space."

As Herrison whimpered like a hurt puppy, the group fell into silence once more, the prospect of approaching Achma one which held varying degrees of trepidation for all concerned.

"We'll send out the bioweapons first, to keep them occupied." Wesker sat at the head of the conference table which was occupied by a sullen Jonathon. "I had hoped to be part of the welcoming committee, but it appears Toedling had other plans, and his punishment merits that we will have to proceed with a slower order of events."

"Sir..." Jonathon spoke up reluctantly, forcing a deferential tone into his voice, "What is your plan?"

"It does not concern you."

"I beg to differ! If this girl," he sneered in spite of himself, "Has the formula to my father's virus, then it most certainly does concern me!"

"Young Lancaster, I would advise you to mind your manners."

"It's my heritage, not hers!"

"You may be in for a nasty surprise on that issue." Wesker leaned back in his chair and folded his brawny arms. He was feeling rather pleased with the sight of Jonathon's swollen eye. He had always found the boy's level of vanity distasteful.

Lancaster had to physically bite down on his tongue to refrain from throwing a temper tantrum. How dare Wesker treat him as though he were an insolent teenager? "What ever you say, sir..." he huffed.

"I've decided to employ one of my personal BOW's for the purposes of keeping our guests entertained," the blonde titan continued smoothly.

"Ha!" Jonathon snorted and Wesker raised an eyebrow. "Your measly petswill never take them down!"

"I suspect you're missing the point, Jonathon." There was no hint of impatience in his voice, "My intention is merely to give our intrepid heroes something with which to occupy themselves until such time we are ready to go greet them personally." He smiled sardonically.

"Your pathetic attempts at genetic engineering won't even keep them busy! What is it this time, Albert? Another hunter? Pah!" he sniffed haughtily, "My creation will show them a new meaning to the word 'Bioweapon'." While Wesker's intention was clearly to stall the St Appolonia's survivors, the scientist was confident that the fruits of his endeavours would utterly decimate them, thus ensuring not only that Wesker's plaything was removed from the picture, but that his professional competition would also be taken care of. What a fool Albert was, he reflected, for underestimating his creature's destructive capacity.

"Do elucidate..." The young Lancaster's statements held a degree of intrigue for Wesker, having heard similar monologues from the boy's father. And Daniel had been responsible for some of Umbrella's finest weapons.

"I know what you think of me, Albert." Jonathon was growing quite passionate, a fervour brought on by sheer revelry in his own scientific progress, "That I don't take pride in my work, that I'm not half the scientist that my father was. But you're wrong! I have created something which perhaps even puts the Minotaur virus to shame, something that even you would think twice about pitting yourself against...Michelangelo, named after the legendary..."

"So like your father," Wesker observed as Jonathon scowled darkly at the comparison, "He always had difficulty separating the Classical Arts from his scientific endeavours." Wesker found it mildly pretentious that the younger Lancaster had named his creation after an artist. Especially since he highly doubted that Jonathon had ever even seen the Sistine Chapel.

"My father," Jonathon sneered, "Knew nothing of true classics."

"This is neither the time nor the place for such folly," Wesker remarked disparagingly. "Regardless, we will stick to the initial timetable of events. When they arrive we will pit them against my hunter and your..." he waved a hand nonchalantly, "...creation. Dr Graham will be brought here, and I shall deal with any survivors."

"Not to rain on your parade, Uncle Wesker," Jonathon voiced his thoughts in the least tactful way possible, "But if this wench has the formula, don't you think it's a little risky to send out two lethal BOWs in her vicinity. If she dies, then the virus dies with her. And there's no way you can convince me that a woman can handle herself in a fight. I mean, she'd just cry about broken nails, wouldn't she?"

"You may have failed to notice the highly trained military unit which is accompanying her. Miss Taylor single handedly took out your father's licker. And surely you recognize the other young man with her..."

"Oh him..." Jonathon glared at Wesker, his cheeks burning, "What's he doing there?"

"Some form of protection role, I assume," he waved his hand dismissively.

"So she just needs a big strong man to look after her?" Jonathon's mask of attentiveness slipped back to its default state of sleaze for a brief moment before a distasteful glance silenced him.