2 hours later, Angie heard voices downstairs.
She only dared to leave the bedroom when she was sure the voice she heard was Jill's.

- Hi! – said Jill, noticing Angie – What's wrong? Why are you shaking like that?

- Someone was here...

- What? ALICE!

- What! – Alice was just coming up the stairs.

- Angie said someone was here!

Alice stared alarmed to Angie.

- Are you sure?

Angie showed them te room. She hadn't move anything from its place. The girl explained it all.

- Carlos! LJ! Come up here! – said Alice.

Angie heard them running up the stairs.

- What's all the fuss about? – asked LJ quite surprised

- Someone was here. – said Alice to them, pointing at the stuff on the floor.

Both stared for a while to the mess of papers and notebooks.

- Why did they only look at the desk? – questioned Jill

- Because they knew where they would find what they were looking for – answered LJ

Everybody stared at him.

- What? Ain't it obvious?

Alice went inside the room and started searching anything on the floor.

- Are you alright? – Carlos seemed worried.

- Yeah... – Angie tried to seem strong.

- Does this mean anything to you? – Alice had suddenly got up, and was holding one of the notebooks.

- No... not really. – Angie was confused – Why?

- Because it's missing pages.

Angie entered the room and grabbed the notebook. There was in fact a visible gap in the pages. Angie read the previous and the next page.
It didn't seem an important thing. But if it was ripped out it means it must be.

– Alright everybody... lunch- said Jill going down the stairs.

Everybody followed her. Angie saw they had stopped in a chinese take away.
After taking her package of food, she sits in the kitchen table, still reading the notebook.

- You should have seen it! One of the guards was standing right next to the room! Alice just goes there, punches him in the nose and... voilá! Files Room just for us. That guy was a chicken... I'd never faint because of a girlie punch! – LJ reported to Angie, who laughed at the thought of Alice punching LJ.

- I found out what this is – said Angie after a while– It's my dad's notebook, from 7 years ago. See this? – Angie shows them a drawing made by a child in one of the pages – I remember doing this. It was right after he invented the virus. See how we both are standing? He was supposed to take the virus as well, but he couldn't, because everybody was used to see him in a wheelchair, and it would be weird to see him walking from a day to another. The virus was to be kept secret until my dad found it safe to use in other cases. But he had used it before. He had tested it on rabbits and rats to see it's effects... and he tested it on himself to see if it had the same effect on humans. So he found out it allowed us approximately 72 hours of free movement, before we needed another injection. After that, he only used it when we were both on Holidays. Normally we spent our Holidays here.. and we both had good fun!

- And he didn't know what could happen if the virus was kept in the body for too long? – asked Jill.

- Oh yes! He knew exactly what would happen. That's why he created the anti-virus, that would stop the cell mutations once they had reached a certain level. He then explained me what could happen if I didn't take the anti-virus, and that I had to be very careful. After injecting the virus, I had to inject the anti.virus.

They all stared at each others for a moment.

- And Umbrella stole it? – questioned Carlos.

- Yes. My dad had invented Regenerate, based on the virus. He had spent 5 years studying its properties, and he found it was safe to make it if it was used under medical observation. But Dr. Isaacs, the one who did experiments on you – said Angie to Alice – found out, while analysing the product, that it had some curious properties...

- What did he mean by curious? – said Carlos

- He ment something that would be highly lucrative for Umbrella.

- UBCS – Alice muttered

- Exactly – confirmed Angie – They took the virus from my dad, but later they got to an agreement. They would only use the virus with my dad's consent. My dad, who was already very important inside Umbrella, became even more important. A vital asset. Not only the Head of Genetics and Viral Weaponry Researches, but the 1st in the Umbrella's top scientists.

- However? – said Alice

- However Dr. Isaacs didn't follow the rules. He used the virus on one of the Umbrella soldiers and injected the anti-virus about 2 hours later. He made a super soldier. Isaacs then informed Major Cain of the succeeded. Of course Cain loved it... They went on experimenting the virus on other people, promising huge amounts of money in return. And as you may have guessed, they exceeded the 3 hours of exposure to the virus. Dr. William Birkin found out what had happened and informed my dad and the president. The president asked my dad to take measures about it. Which was kind of unjust, since they had done all the crap and my dad had to pay. Cain told the president what they had achieved... so he asked my dad to design a special lab for those experiences. Then, the Hive was born. My dad designed it and overviewed its construction. And he also made the Red Queen. A digital version of me, all in red. I remember helping him make her... about 2 years ago... he had put some lights on my body, to pass my moves into the computer and make an exact copy of them. It was lots of fun. We named her Red Queen. He sometimes called me queenie... but anyways, the Red Queen is a computer program, whose function in the Hive was to protect the exterior from infection and take several measures of security in case the virus was unleashed. Then the rest is what Alice told us.

- And what about those things in the Arklay Mountains? – asked Jill

- Probably Dr. Isaacs experiments that he wanted to keep secret from my dad.

Alice thought it was strange that Angie knew all this, and talked about it so lightly, like it was nothing.

"That's because I grew up with it..."

Alice was the only one who had heard that. She, besides Angie was the only one infected.

"Even so..." Alice thought

Angie didn't respond. She kept reading the notebook.

- These are only reports of experiments with the virus. No one believed us when we told them about it... I guess they wont believe if we show them this either... they'll just say they are false documents.- said Carlos

- Dead end... – sighed Jill

Angie smiled.

- Not really... I know someone that might believe us

- Who? – questioned Jill

- William Birkin – said Angie cheerfully. – He was a very good friend of my dad and he knew about the t-virus.

- You think he can help us? – asked Alice

- I'm not sure but it's worth the try.

- Where can we find him?

- My dad must have his phone number somewhere... I can look for it after this.

They all finished their meal in silence.
Angie went back to her father's office, closely followed by the others.
Sitting behind her father's desk, she opens one of the drawers and takes out a phonebook. After a while searching, she finds Birkin's number and begins dialling it.
Only after Dr. Birkin picked up the phone, Angie realised she didn't know what to say.

- Hello? – Birkin said in the other end.
- Err... hi...
- Hello? Who are you?
- Angie...
- Angela? Oh my God! Are you OK? Where is your father?
- I'm fine... my dad...

There was a long silence.

- I'm so sorry... – Birkin said in a weak voice.
- It's OK...

Birkin sighed.

- Listen – said Angie trying to change the subject – I need your help.
- Where are you?
- In my dad's house...
- What?
- I'm in my dad's house!

Birkin seemed nervous.
- You're alone in your dad's house? How did you get there?
- I'm not alone...
- Who's with you?
- It's a long story... listen, can we please set a date for a meeting? The soonest possible.
- Yes... You want me to go there?
- Yes, please.
- When? Now?
- If you can.
- Alright... I'll be there in half an hour.
- OK, thank you.
- Welcome, see you.

Birkin shut the phone.
Everybody was staring at Angie.
He's here in about 30 minutes.

- He's from Umbrella? – asked Carlos.
- Yes.
- What? – yelped LJ
- We can trust him! – said Angie quickly.

Between nervous looks, expectation was rising.