Two 1/2 years in the past.

The man named Anthony heard a commotion all morning from the staircase from the apartment. It was distracting because he was too trying to read the local newspaper. He got fed up with it and walked to his door to peek through the door hole. It looked like a man, and a young woman was moving heavy boxes into the vacant apartment next door. Because of the shuffling of the hardwood floor with the obnoxious footsteps, he cringed at the noise.

Anthony didn't correctly know on how to handle all of this and just rolled his eyes at the event. So with that, he turned around and walked to his kitchen table. As he sat down, he yanked something from the bottom as it was his M92F with duck-tape around the barrel. He peeled the tape off, and he started to take the weapon apart and started to clean it. The gun hadn't been fired in months, but he cleaned it anyway like he did every week. The chamber detached and the same with the rest of the gun, it was nothing more than a tool he couldn't wield as often anymore.

Eventually, the thumping of the staircase subsided, and Anthony raised his head in interest. He walked to his door to see no one. It was his chance to visit the convenience store seven blocks away. He shrugged at the thought and grabbed his coat. He opened the door to see a young woman walk up the staircase with a box she could barely see over. Anthony couldn't get a good look at her either since he could only see her hair.

"Hey dad, can you help me, I'm losing my grip." The girl called. Her arms appear to wobble.

Anthony looked to his right to see no one; it seems that her father is still inside. As he turned back to the girl, she started to lean back to compensate for the weight. Anthony walked several steps and used his right arm to support the bottom of the box. With that, the girl reaffirmed her grip.

"Thanks, dad." The girl chuckled. She wasn't looking in the direction of Anthony, and she made it to the top of the staircase and continued to walk to her new apartment. Anthony continued to take every step slowly and passed a middle-aged man holding a box. The day was going to be another one where nothing happens. Anthony adjusted his coat and walked onto the sidewalk.

The street was bumpy since with all things, time ages everything, he made sure not to step in the puddle that was seven blocks away before he crossed the street, it remained as a test to see if he could keep his alertness sharp. The walk went quickly beside the annoying group of teenage boys at the third block to his destination, always wasting time, and hassling those around them. Anthony always made sure to never to give them attention.

The walk was a most pleasant one.

Present time

Έchec sat in his fold-out chair to Ashley in her bed. Bandages with a dripping bag by her side. He sat there and stared at the wall. He felt hollow, bitter, and a growing weight over his shoulders. He just sat there and continued to watch Ashley sleep. The X-Stat. (The invention I referred when Ashley was treated. It is injected to wounds and tiny sponges expand and clot the wound so the person won't bleed out.) When they got back, they removed the sponges. Her bleeding wasn't that bad, so they applied a new set and eased her into the bed. Έchec sat there while the others were talking about something in the main room.

The talking stopped, and the door opened. Έchec looked over his shoulder to see Hunk walk beside him.

"This is completely new to me, what do I do?" Έchec kept his head forward. Hunk didn't respond to Έchec's statement. He stood there and looked over the bed.

"We were powerless to stop it, but she's here now, alive, because of you." Hunk crossed his arms. "I know you're a copy of a madman, and honestly, I'm still having trouble accepting you're not the same person. But what I think doesn't matter, because you got your sister, you have something to care for."

Έchec was starting to get even more confused, how would Hunk know how to handle this? He looked up.

"She's alive, that's all you need to learn from this experience, adapt and better yourself, to prevent further events like this from happening." Hunk nodded to Έchec.

"I think I understand." Έchec stood up from his chair.

"Glad to hear it, Bella's going to stay with us until further notice; I thought you two deserved to know." Hunk released his arms. He turned to the door and left the room.

"I'm here for you Ashley. I'll be back in a bit." Έchec stood up and left the room as well.

Other Side of the Safehouse, at the same time.

"Thanks again for helping me," Bella said as she followed behind Jessica.

"Not a problem, honestly this was starting to get a tad bit boring around here, with Ashley, Hunk, and Έchec."

"Hunk, that's new to me, what does that even mean?" Bella carried her gas mask inside the helmet and had it at her hip like a basketball.

"It stands for Human Unit Never Killed, an ex-Umbrella mercenary. He was one of their best to rival the silver-haired maniac we met earlier." Jessica continued to explain the situation to Bella. Έchec, Ashley, Edonia, and their task in visiting Spain. Jessica left out the detail of searching for Chris Redfield. As Jessica was talking, she made space in a supply room that was which was close to Jessica's room. She took out a box and pieced together a cot for Bella to use along with fetching a mattress from a closet.

"Hmm, I wonder why Anthony chose that to be his codename." Bella thought out loud as both Jessica and Bella pushed a sturdy box aside. The two were finally finished getting the room setup, and Bella sat on her cot.

"It was assigned to him because Alpha team in Umbrella was the one that was sent in for the deadlier missions, the names are supposed to have the members feel empowered for some other crap if I had to guess." Jessica shrugged.

"I don't know, sure it was made by design, but I think Anthony took a step further."

"Why do you still call Hunk that?" Jessica asked.

"I'm still getting used to the idea of him being the top Enforcer to the Umbrella company, it makes remember him as a person." Bella looked around the room.

"Hmm." Jessica rested her hand on her chin. The two went back to more small talk of what to expect, the rules, and a quick tour of the safe house. Hunk remained in the armory working on modifying his gear.

All of them started to calm down, and Bella just sat in the middle of the safe house. It was only two hours, and Bella already felt bored. Jessica typed away on her laptop and was looking blankly into the monitor.

"What do you guys do for fun around here?" Bella rested her hands on her hips.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Jessica looked away from her computer.

"Do all of you just work yourselves to death?" Bella laughed at her own joke.

Jessica just sat there, reflecting back on her work. Ever since starting this, she managed to keep her sanity by reading fiction books whenever anyone wasn't looking. Besides the time spent in Barcelona, she didn't really set any time for herself or anyone to relax. She turned to Bella. "What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking a movie." Bella pointed one finger toward the ceiling.

"The closest theatre is 50 miles away. Even then, it's a small drive through town." Jessica said without any serious thought.

"Well, I think we can watch something here, you see, I have a USB drive with several movies on them." Bella reached into her pocket.

"Sure, put it on the monitor in the armory, you could ask Echec to help you get it out."

"No no no. I mean as something to do together, I know it sucks at the moment, but we all need to lighten up. Come on, please?" Bella pouted. She made sure to puff up her cheeks and make a sad expression with her eyes.

Jessica didn't emote anything. "What did you have in mind?" Jessica was powerless to Bella's gaze.

"I'll get Hunk, and then I'll say what I got in mind." Bella stood up.

KNOCK KNOCK. Hunk lifted his head from his box which had his weapon in pieces on it.

"Hey Anthony, we're going to watch a movie, you wanna join?"

"No thanks, I got work to do." Hunk said coldly.

"Aw come on, it'll be on of your favorite movies. You know, the ones you used to enjoy or are you just going to sulk like a child by hiding in your room?"

"Now you've done it." Hunk opened the door all the way. He still wore the black clothing of his uniform but with being weighed down by her gear.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Is it Eastwood?" Hunk raised his left eyebrow.

"You bet it is." Bella's smile beamed like the sun.

"Fine, I'll be there in a minute." Hunk closed the door and neatly arranged his belongings to be grouped together, his gasmask watching him from his cot. He left his room and found Jessica and Echec getting comfortable by moving several boxes around to make the main room seem more open.

"Finally decided to give Ashley some air?" Hunk asked as he walked through the room.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand." Echec's eyes remained curious.

"Forget it." Hunk waved the thought off. Bella entered the room and sat in the middle of with three boxes forming a couch for herself with the spare kevlar jackets to act as cushions. Jessica remained on her fold-out chair and kept her hands on by her side leaning back as if she prepared to take a nap. Echec used had his sat on the ground with his legs crossed and with his upper body at attention. Hunk pulled up a stool and sat behind Echec.

"Hmm, hey Echec is this the first time you've ever watched a movie?"

"You mean the moving pictures which were abbreviated to a move-in. Yes and now, the consoles at the testing labs had still images with a voice over computer. Ashley always said she would show me one, and I count this as part of her promise." Echec nodded.

Bella was entirely lost by the part of 'labs.' She thought nothing of it and just pressed play.

Hunk kept quiet and had a bottle of water in his hands and just allowed himself to let this moment calm himself down. He knew being on edge all the time could make him dull in his psychological health. Nikolai will come, My revenge will come. Not today, not tomorrow, but it will someday. After he finished that thought, he eased the tension of his back and allowed his mind to follow the movie

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