She was there, within his very grasp. All his years of searching, questioning himself, and Angelica Burrows had become nothing but a memory from the past. That was until now.. Unfamiliar emotions flooded at the back of Wesker's mind, forcing himself to try and focus upon the anger out of the plethora. He still kept a firm hold upon her neck, intending to crush her windpipe if the woman tried to lash out once more. His other palm however, pressed to the slim back, almost cradling her dangerously close. Angelica did not even flinch, just let him press ever closer. His body stayed rigid momentarily, demeanor confused by his own actions. He never let anyone this close..

Her sudden anger caught him off guard, and thankfully fueled his own constant stoked beneath the lips flattened into a thin line, a frown creasing at Wesker's alabaster skin.

"Things are not always as they seem. With Uroborus I will be ushering in a new world, Angelica."

For once, his voice lacked the condescension he used with most. It remained calm and explanatory, though in the back of his mind he kept trying to tell himself his need to explain to no one.. Angelica's voice was still tinged with the same fury, though somewhat more icy than before..somehow more inhuman with her anger..calm even.

"Did you forget? We were supposed to help people, Albert, not kill them. You realize you have a debt to pay..."

Wesker glared, finally understanding why , after all these years, she finally had come out of the shadows. This woman was the only one capable of taking away everything he had worked for. She was here to stop the creation of his most crowning achievement. Vindictively he applied pressure, the temptation to snap her neck suddenly evident. Snarling as the victim squirmed finally, obviously in pain, Wesker lifted the woman off her feet.

"You could have been a god amongst ants, my dear."

Angelica's eyes had been shut as he lifted her, but after that statement, they flew wide open, her body now still. Without one word she slammed her forehead into his. Wesker reeled backwards, a booted foot slamming into his chest. The powerful kick drove the man into the wall, within seconds a forearm pressing tightly against his throat. Wild eyes met with his, sparks igniting within his core. Her pink lips were curled back against sharp teeth, breathing hard as precious oxygen now flowed freely into Angelica's lungs.

"The last person who tried to play god, became Satan, Albert."

His mouth shifted to the side slowly, the all too familiar smug smile curving his lips. He still was her teacher in many ways however, she hadn't pinned his arms. Raising the flat of his palm against her arm, a powerful shove collapsed her hold almost instantly. Grabbing the back of her head, Wesker swung her body out wide, slamming the side of her head into the reinforced, steel wall. Dropping down, Angelica dizzily tried to recover, blood pouring from her nose,lips , and various cuts. The room swam before her eyes, clarifying too late. Drawing out a sedative needle, Wesker injected the exposed curve of her neck.

Catching the woman's body before it slammed to the floor, the triumphant man lifted her up. Cradling her body close to him, keen eyes leveled upon his hand gun that lay still on the floor . Flickering his gaze between the weapon and the female that lay within his embrace, the man gently brushed the tousled hair from her face. His gloved fingers traced down her cheek, stirring up buried thoughts of her that hadn't been a reality since a very late night in a S.T.A.R.S office.

"You will see, I am not destroying the world. I'm saving it. If I become the devil in the process..so be it."

Moving to the door in which she had entered, Wesker abandoned any thought of using the sidearm that still lay cold upon the floor. Whispering half to her, half to himself, the man tried to convince himself that the only reason he was doing this, was for this reason only..

"I may have some use for you yet.."

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Excella slammed her fist into the console's side, a frustrated yelp of anger echoing throughout the room. Her pet project was being demolished by the pesky BSAA. The Irate Italian keyed the elevator's computer system, the thought of her precious U8 dead making the pale woman flush with rage. Connecting in with the elevator server, Gionne activated the two way feed upon her personal computer. Smoothing out her dress, the self absorbed woman put on her most beguiling smile. She was ready for the camera.

—-

Chunks of flesh and pieces of charred tentacle flew across the landing deck. It had been their last grenade, and Sheva had tossed it admirably. The creature had eaten it, and upon the explosion, became some sort of a morbid meat pie. As the creature wallowed in pain, the cadaver remains slipped back into the void that it had originated from. Breathing hard, the two partners stared over the edge. Both had an odd feeling that it would suddenly come from nowhere once more..

After a few seconds of staring into the darkness, Sheva turned, holstering her weapon with a relieved sigh. A soft, suctioning noise emanated from one the sepulcher structures as it detached from the wall. Redfield's eyes could not leave it, the yellowish liquid reflecting both the curious stares of both he and Sheva. The object hovered briefly before the pair, the metal plate upon it displaying Valentine in etched letters. Chris could barely breathe, half tempted to rip open the lid himself. As the segmented doors opened outward, the yellowish sludge that they had seen previously came spilling out. The coffin was empty..

An enraged Chris Redfield spun upon his heels, his gate stopped short as the image of a brunette stranger enveloped the computer screen. Chris growled, wishing he could throttle the smug female that stood oddly calm on the other side of the video feed.

"Who are you? What have you done with Jill?"

Redfield narrowed his dark eyes at the lovely woman on the screen, his jaw clenched in fury. Her cruel smile melted through, a harsh laugh crackling over the static as she answered.

"Even if I knew, do you think I would tell you?"

Alomar stepped forward, eyes flashing and looking as if she too wanted to plant a bullet between the other woman's eyes.

"Excella Gionne. She's one the heads of Tricell... And an officer in the Global Police...why?"

Excella's surgically enhanced beauty seemed to peel into sadism, her lips tersing into a faux pouting empathy.

"You've done your homework. I don't have to explain myself to you..but weren't you ordered to..pull out?"

The woman's entire facade dripped and oozed with confidence, the cold eyes filled with contempt for those she was conversing with. Fading hope drained from Alomar's Face, the fury diminishing into realization and worry.

"So it was you who gave the order..."

Cocking her head to the side, the brazen Italian had no qualms in cutting the woman off. Folding her arms upon the screen, all traces of humor or amusement left Gionne's face.

"After you two are done with your little vigilante mission, you should leave. There's nothing here worth throwing your life away for."

After that statement the video feed was cut, Jill's medical profile and picture shimmering back into view. The rage bubbled inside of Redfield, his jaw setting in a grim look of anguish and anger. Excella Gionne… the name felt rotten in the back of his throat. Raising to meet Sheva's gaze, Chris could see the same contempt flitting across his companion's face. The two partners eyed each other silently, a feeling of dread weighing heavily. Everything was becoming far more complicated...