How is everyone today? Good, I hope! Thanks for all me reviews! *feels like review queen*

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Well, here we go! Have been focussing mainly on STARS as of late, so here's a bit on the others. Just a favour, cos I don't know how obvious I made it in this chapter, all this stuff about glass is linked to what Ian 'thinks' in the first paragraph. Hope it makes sense!

Chapter 15:

Ian shivered at the sound of shooting. Ben looked as if he wanted to turn back. Why he'd want to do that I have NO idea… then again, Ben's always been big on chivalry and stuff like that. Must be too much TV… Ian tried to smile at his friend and was rewarded with a scowl the size of Kentucky. It's going to be like walking on glass to avoid an-all-out war with him tonight.

"Come on," Rosanna begged, "we've gotta get out of here!"

She was forced to push, bully and beg to get her friends down the sewers. They were weary from the day's slog, shock and sadness. The group moved sluggishly despite her efforts.

"We should be there helping them," Ben said suddenly. "We keep leaving them to do the hard work."

"That's their job," said Rosanna shortly. Even a benevolent spirit gets irked sometimes. Ian's sharp intake of breath did nothing to calm her down. "It's their choice. Besides, they know what they're doing and can do it better without us. In this particular situation, we'd just be in the way. Personally I think I'm too shell-shocked to be of any real use."

"I know exactly what you mean," Sena replied, slowing from a jog to a crawl. "This… it's just… wrong. I can't even describe it. And then I feel sorry for myself and remember what happened to Celia and how the STARS must feel 'cos they had to kill her and…. I can't stop thinking what are we going to tell Celia's family, and what the reaction will be. All I want to do right know is go-"

"-home to Mommy?" Ben suggested scathingly.

Ian muttered something close to "and now the glass shatters and is strewn over the ground". He was duly ignored.

"Daddy, actually. My parents are divorced. What's with you Ben? It's not my fault you're useless down here."

"At least I want to be helpful! All we're doing is running away scared, and a fat lot of good that's doing for them."

Ian cleared his throat. "Let the glass-walking begin."

"Huh?"

"Give it a break Ben. You've been all sullen for ages. We are running away scared, mainly because they don't want us to be there. Like Roz said, we'd just get in the way. Just focus on surviving for the moment, and-"

"-and leave them to- what? Not survive? You're a wimp, Ian. An utter wimp. Moron," Ben added as an after-thought.

Ian sighed slightly. He's just irritated, that's all. Let it slide. Keep on walking on that broken glass, that's right….

Rosanna rubbed her temples vigorously. "Stop it! We are all on the same side here, capeesh? That means, we help each other, not fight each other." She turned to Ben. "I know you feel inadequate. We all do. But they asked us to get out of the way and we're going to do it. So, MOVE!"

Sheesh! What's with everybody today? That reminds me…

"Ian," she hissed, "what's the time?"

"Uhh…" the luminous numbers flickered briefly over his face, "1:30. Ay em."

Half-past one! Only? That's what….six hours? How in hell did all that's happened fit into six hours?

The couple exchanged knowing glances, sharing a common thought.

Ian sidled up to his girlfriend's side and gave her free hand a gentle squeeze. "We'll get out of here sooner or later. Sooner, if we can avoid fighting with Ben."

"Why's he so upset about this?" she whispered back.

"He hates feeling useless. Especially since his brother was put into hospital. Maybe he has security issues?"

"Well, whatever. Let's just get the hell outta here."

"Agreed."

~*~*~ Fine au chapter

Hmm, my French sucks. What I was trying to say was 'end of chapter', Don't know if I got even close, but let's pretend I did. A bit on the short side, but I thought you might want to know what's happening to them.

I know, Ben's 'irrational response' isn't exactly believable, but if you remember, before he even went into the sewers, I was trying to make it seem like he… I dunno… blamed himself a bit for his brother's condition and felt…well….useless. I hope it worked, even slightly. And I'd been ignoring Rosanna's and Ian's relationship since…. The second chapter? Something like that. So today was the day I remembered it. Lightens the mood or something ay? Luckily I'm not gonna turn this into a romance, because I couldn't write one if it was ad-lib and I don't really like romances anyway. So there you go.

REVIEW please! Need incentive?....

Wesker, baking: I think these ginger-bread men will be ready for the next chapter…. Any volunteers for the eating of?

Rosanna: I thought you were on strike.

Wesker: Yeah, but then Shady Trip. 7 finished her story so I have nothing to live for 'cept baking.

Rosanna: Oh….

Wesker: I am so much better at cooking than my son as written by her genius.

Rosanna: I see.

Wesker: Indeed. Anyone wanting gingerbread men? Anyone? I think Zarbok indicated an interest before….. Oh well, I might have to eat them all by myself….