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Author's Note: Don't read if you're not willing to look at resident evil through a different microscope.

Sitting on the hood of my car, I stared silently at those opposite of me-A fierce red haired woman and cold, calculating man. After a few drawn out moments of uncomfortable silence, I finally began to speak.

"The Angels' are moving," I said, running one slender hand through my long dark hair. "Angelous cannot hold them off forever."

"My husband knows this well enough, Honour. Have you only called us here to reiterate such bitter news?" The red haired woman had a red hot temper to match. Liana Darkstar knew how to wield that double edged knife well; like an intricate talent or charm of sorts. But she had yet to really know the power of patience and refined words.

Flashing her my ebony gaze, I considered her words for a moment, before carefully choosing my own.

"No, I called you here because I don't think it has sunk in yet. Tell Angelous to withdraw, Liana, and to take your son and the other Guardians with you. That includes, you, too, Dark," I added, gazing a Dark for a moment, knowing that he was stubborn as hell.

Opening his mouth to protest, Dark was soon cut off by Liana. "Where do we go Honour? You have your precious plane, full of your viral security and manipulated by the mythical Alexia Ashford, but you fail to realize how it feels for us of weaker planes."

"Honour—" Dark began but was soon cut off by a steady hand I raised.

"I know your anger, Liana, but throwing such petty words at me will not help you. Dark, I know your arrogance, your greatest strength yet most woeful weakness, but there is no logic in any argument you might provide. Go into hiding; take shelter in your stronghold in Guardian city. Realize that my hands are tied. Alexia has commanded me to remain out of this fray. I cannot get too involved. Even now I say too much." I grew quiet after that, in an eerie way almost. Raising an eyebrow at me, Liana looked about quickly, while Dark did so slowly, as if expecting spies to have finally showed up. Blinking slowly, I waited for their caution to die down. There was nothing living within miles of us. I didn't have to send my mind out to know that. The T-Veronica Virus had sharpened my senses-not dulled them.

"Honour," Dark finally said in his gruff voice as I finally began to open my eyes again, "We can avoid this no longer. My men are being persecuted by those damn Angels. I had hoped that an increased Guardian population would help, but it will not. There's not a plane left to help us-You T-Veronicas fight for only your own benefit, the Angels are breathing down our necks, and Dante is too occupied with devil hunting. The Four Planes are in a bind. Would you watch us falter? You have no love for that gang of oppressors, but surely you do for the Guardians."

Sighing, I stood up off the hood of my car, readjusting my leather jacket as I eyed Liana, and finally, Dark.

"There's nothing I can do. As you said, I fight for only my own benefit. And as it is, I'm late for a meeting with Wesker, and I have no intention of pissing off one so close to my Mistress Alexia." Turning away, I opened the car door and slide into the black leather seat, closing the door once I was comfortably in.

Pressing her lips together, Liana eyed me coolly. "We wont survive---I'll see you in Hell."

"Yeah," I said with a small smirk, playing into her anger, as I put on my thin black sunglasses. "Me and all my mutated buddies." Pulling away, I began to drive back to my plane.