She was loving the power..the responsibility. Excella Gionne was known for her beguiling ways and sharp wit. After all that is how she became one of Tricell's prominent figures. Green eyes, long dark hair she kept piled upon her head, the woman was quite lovely. She had never been satisfied with it however, constantly keeping the beauty regimen of various injections and enhancements to keep her "natural" look. Being immortal was what enticed her to such an offer as Wesker had…

Eyeing the security cameras, the woman blinked and rubbed at her eyes. For a brief moment, she thought she had seen a shadow moving Against the wall... It must have been sleep deprivation. Shaking her head, Gionne tried clearing her thoughts. Ever since partnering with Albert Wesker, the woman had seen more unnatural things than she could count.

Grabbing a silver case that lay next her, Excella paused before leaving her desk. She didn't want to seem too eager to see him..that was a sign of weakness. But she was eager...more than she liked to admit. The man had a presence, was handsome...and powerful. Yes the power was a far more attractive thing to her than anything. After all, she was a business woman. Mulling over her greedy thoughts, finally she reached the main control room in which he normally secluded himself. Pushing open the door quietly, the lovely Italian strode quickly over to the couch.

"Albert, it's time.."

Nodding silently, her superior moved to her side, settling onto the plush seat. Flicking the side of the needle expertly, Gionne turned gently.

"The final preparations are almost complete. Then, we can leave."

Stabbing the needle almost excitedly into his arm, she watched as his flesh accepted the cocktail welcomely. It had been over a decade since the unknown Virus had bonded with him, and yet it was still would not talk much about it except a few main details. The blood types had not matched, the prior subject had traces of the virus in her system before the final had caused an unstable link within Wesker's DNA.. He had attempted to see if Alexia Ashford held the key years ago.. Not such luck as his plans had been thwarted by Redfield. …But..he had found a genetic loophole that would serve as a temporary fix. Uroborus..

The man nodded approvingly as he stood, rolling down his sleeve. Excella followed smoothly after, his sultry voice trying to entice him into conversation.

"You know I had my doubts when you first brought Las Plagas. But now...Uroborus is complete."

Wesker's jaw flexed, his gaze looking out over the facility.

" Then you would be happy to know your position at Tricell is secure."

The woman lowered her eyes seductively, letting her fingertips graze over his leather clad shoulders as she moved closer to his side. Excella almost seemed to chuckle, her lips parting slowly.

"Oh I have my sights on something much bigger. You'll be needing a partner, right? I believe I have proven myself..."

Intentionally, she let her hand begin to trail below his waistline.. Growling, Wesker's gloved hand clamped about her jawline It was like an iron vice, fending her advances off immediately. His voice lowered dangerously in a warning, face stolidly cold and close.

"Perhaps you have." Gionne jerked free as his hand pushed her away, lust turning into quieted rage. It was as if he was mocking her...she nodded without words.. Pausing to think carefully what she said next. Then their meeting was so rudely interrupted..

"BSAA are here.."

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Chris slumped next to his partner, both physically exhausted from the last couple of days. On the way to the outlying villages, more of the cyclists had turned up, attacking the caravan. Several more BSAA had lost their lives, and at what cost? Finally pulling into the waypoint, the remaining survivors were met with another one of the monsters that were parasitical spawn. Las Plagas was running rampant amongst the remaining villagers, making a death experience a bi-minute occurrence.

A man almost larger than a two story building lay dead at the last caravan's side, the spider-like parasite that had altered the grotesque creature laying in pieces. Redfield and Alomar had gotten separated from the rest of the Delta team, leaving the two of them trying to survive the night. Sprinting from the abandoned vehicle, the two headed towards another that had been overturned during the battle. Leaning down, Sheva picked up a bloodied pair of dog tags, her eyes looked distant and frightened.

"Where are you Josh..."

Josh Stone was far more than a comrade

to her..Redfield could see the familiar look in her eyes about the man.. The same look he saw in the mirror when he thought about Jill...Chris looked at the wreckage, feeling hatred boil to the surface. Stiffly he started walking towards the water, his shoulders together in stress and fury. Outraged at his emotionless state, Alomar followed, raising her voice in heat-tipped anger.

"Where are you going?"

Redfield looked over his shoulder, the dark hues of his eyes were smoldering and in a dangerous state of warning. Moments before the beast had attacked the caravan, they had been given the order to retreat. He had no intention of following that order. Setting his jaw, her partner huskily answered his partner's question.

"I have a personal stake in this. I'm going on."

Furiously, Sheva stood up to Chris, a cocky side finally showing through her normal, sweet demeanor.

"Personal stake? There's people dying out there!"

Advancing angrily, Chris' voice rose, desperation and hope finally showing through the surface.

"I'm going after Jill, Sheva."

Spinning upon his heel, Redfield started walking away, from his partner, from his life, from everything just for this one hope.. Throwing her hands into the air, Alomar would not let the man have the last word.

"You don't even know if that woman in the picture is her.."

Chris slowed, cocking his head to the side. Slowly his misty eyes looked back, the deep sorrow he had carried for over three years finally exposed for the world to see. He could not give up this last shred of hope, even if it killed him. Whispering slowly, the man looked Alomar directly in the eyes.

"It's her, ok? I know. I have to believe it's her. I know it is.."

Alomar gripped the tags that still remained in her glove, falling silent in sudden understanding. Jill was his Josh. something more than just a partner...something more than just a friend. Looking up, she saw that Redfield was moving farther away. Jogging to catch back up to the emotional man, Alomar cleared her throat.

"So, where are we going, Chris?" Turning in surprise, the man stopped mid ride.

"We? You were going to throw in the towel a second ago."

Placing a comforting hand upon his forearm, Sheva's lips curved into a defeated smile.

"Those are my people dying out there."

Raising an eyebrow, Chris threw one last challenge to his partner.

"There won't be any orders from here on end, no backup. we're on our own."

Smiling wider, his challenge was only met by stone cold resolve from the small woman.

"We're partners. to the end.."

Redfield's eyes softened, a smile breaking through from the man finally.

"Partners.."