Wesker's temptation was intense. He could snap her neck right there, but chose not to. The woman before him thought she was his equal, what a fool. Excella did not know she was nothing more than a means to an end to him.. Her mortality could be choked out with one small squeeze.. The appearance of Valentine in the doorway interrupted the man's train wreck of a thought process. Her voice was barely audible, oddly strained.

"The BSAA are here.."

Excella turned to look back at him, her anger from the episode earlier still apparent. Malicious control dripped from her voice.

"It seems your friend, Chris Redfield, has come to pay you a visit."

The Italian narrowed her eyes at Wesker, frustrated she had not provoked a response from him. Cocking her head to the side, she let her tones become a singsong taunt, as if talking to a child.

"Do I sense concern?"

The man's eyes flashed, his voice low and threatening.

"The plan is within its final stages. I will not tolerate Delay."

Wesker's eyes followed the two women as Excella huffily left the room. Jill followed like an obedient puppy, not saying another word. The thought that Redfield was within his immediate grasp teased at the back of the vengeful mind. The last time they had crossed paths, it had been several years ago. at the second Spencer Estate. He moved to the large bay window once more, eyes trailing down to the pistons of his plan. A sadistic smile toyed at the curves of Wesker's mouth.

"I believe I should thank you, Spencer."

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Everything was running smoothly. It was a small victory that Valentine hadn't even been aware of her presence, the antitoxin working adversely, but effectively, within her body. She felt such intense regret with that woman.. The fact she had not stopped Wesker from turning her into his personal ..puppeteered assassin.

However the injection she had placed to paralyze the woman before was not just a paralytic. It was a cocktail to disrupt the chemicals the scarab pumped into the woman's body daily. It would lead to a soon.. Natural immunity. She would be free , and Wesker would have no idea why his precious brainwashing machine no longer held sway. It had taken her over a year to synthesize this..

After Jill had left the room in a drunken haze, not even realizing she was still there , the anonymous female had the computer array to focus upon. She searched through data files, and kept a watchful eye on the security surveillance. The woman hissed, stomach knotting into sudden hatred as Excella's figure walked out of view. She had wondered if the rumor that Tricell's minion being involved was true.. Tricell was something she kept an eye on as a last resort, much to her chagrin. The woman was a snake.. And now she knew who was responsible for all those villagers dying.

Gionne had been a snag she had not planned for... She was out of time here.

Resetting the now corroded files, almond eyes narrowed as Wesker's lone self paced the length of the screen. Rouge hues flickered briefly, identifying the target and options. Moving from the chair at an alarming speed, the woman abandoned the room. The spectral figure of her body wavered in the hall, catapulting her through the air. Within seconds she was crawling with her back to the wall, a few feet from the observation deck door. A coy smile played at the female's mouth as she leaned to look through its partial opening. The man before her had his arms crossed behind his back, lost in thought. She had to take this window.. It was her only shot to appeal to him.. To stop him.

"So you're alone I see.."

Her whisper was lost within a larger sound. Rearing back her leg, the woman slammed its strength into the door. Its heavy steel swung wide open with a crash, but its guest was nowhere to be found. The surprised man turned to defend himself, but the intruder was gone, only leaving what looked like a bent portal of smoke to the normal human eye. Wesker whirled at the sudden noise, a silenced pistol drawn and at the ready. His feline eyes scanned the open doorway, sense flaring at the disturbance within the room. A strange scent began to fill his nostrils..something..like flowers. This was not the BSAA.. this was not Chris.

Blinking, that was his mistake. Within seconds Wesker's enemy was right in front of him, the dregs of speed creating a mist around her cloaked met his eyes even caught what most viewed as a heartless man, off guard.

Angelica Burrows stared back at him, so close that their faces could have touched. Despite her cowl covering her face.. The deep blue eyes he remembered had long been replaced by the compound crimson that reflected into his own, he could not forget her scent. Wesker paused, dumbstruck for once in his life. He had been to her funeral..though no one had known it..she was dead...A devious grin curved at her mouth, her hand rushing forward, palm up. The cowl was simultaneously thrown as a distraction.

"Got your nose."

Angelica's knee jammed into his , her palm finding the old broken spot that she herself had nursed all those years ago. The creature was fast..far more agile than he anticipated for a dead woman. Pushing down, and pulling up with her leg, his body fell from under him backwards, in one clean sweep.. She was crouching low, the moves obviously meant to disarm rather than inflict damage. The blood from his nose trickled down the sides of his face, dripping even as the wound already was healed.

Kicking his gun to the side as it had gone skidding from his hand during the fall, the object of his recurring nightmares leered slightly above him.

"I'm disappointed in you , Albert. Thought after all these years you would be more of a challenge.."

Baring his teeth, Wesker righted himself within an instant, back kicking off the floor to land onto his feet with catlike grace. His arms coiled, aiming for a torso strike. A match in speed, Angelica caught the very center of his hand, even as the power of his blow pushed them back across the floor several feet. Bending it back at the wrist painfully, the woman crashed her knee into his lower groin. Groaning, the injured man recovered, his other fist phasing to meet her jaw. It connected, sending her body flying backwards onto a control panel which lay several feet .

Wiping a trickle of blood that spattered across the pale of her lips, she looked at him almost animalistically.

"That's the Wesker I know."

She stayed there momentarily, eyeing him as her chest heaved from exertion. Little did she know he was doing the same. The years had not taken a toll upon the woman's face, seemingly the same age she was the day he had brought her to Raccoon. During their scuffle her blonde hair had come out of the pulled back state, and was now flowing around her shoulders in massive waves.

Her patience..that was her mistake. Wesker's body phased across the distance, his hand clamping around the woman's throat. She didn't struggle as he drew her to him, her soft body melding closely with his. Angelica's smell filled his mind, his other hand smoothing back her hair as he growled.

"You are supposed to be dead. We should fix that.."

She did not react, or show any discomfort. Angelica's fingers moved up, plucking the silver glasses that sheathed his inhumanity from the world away. He bristled at the gesture, grasp becoming slightly tighter to prevent further movement. Her eyes never wavered, or showed any signs of change, Merely scanning his face. A silken eyebrow raised at the statement, a laugh would have ensued had the grip about her throat not been there.

"Ironic coming from you..."

Her devious nature seemed to disappear with that statement, turning into complete anger. A fire brewed behind the unnatural eyes, almost burning Wesker's soul as he looked into them. Hissing from beneath his grasp, the woman growled from the pressure upon her throat , the sentence becoming raspy and harsh..

"You've caused a lot of trouble with my work, Albert. What did I tell you when you died? I've been watching.."