They could sense something.. The primal animal sense when an unfamiliar intruder is afoot moved through them all. The Las Plagas infected sniffed the air, the scent of something unfamiliar wafting in upon the wind. And unwelcome presence was aboard the ship, and it was getting closer..The locals that had stabilized in the Uroborus had become Wesker's personal hencemen and guards, spotted all over the ship as a deterrent for anything getting in.. or out. They were arms with guns.. Native weapons , and much worse.

The infected never saw the attack coming as a cold knife sank into his neck and ripped through the flesh backwards. It was like a demon amongst them, stabbing, slicing, ripping. A woman maybe half their size flit in and out of reality, leaving a path of blood in her wake. The archers sent showers of arrows from the crows nests, deadly tipped with fire.

The hailstorm of flame did not meet its target quite yet.. Jumping, the woman crawled like a black widow against gravity, and into the platform where the archers had gathered. Grabbing a machete off of one of their backs, her foot plantedInto one of the creature's back kneecaps. The former man stumbled off the edge, and to the deck below with a yelp..

The other few backed up, restringing their bows and loosing the arrows once more. Leaping high into the air, their assailant jumped over the arrows and landed boot first onto a majini's head. It exploded into rotten chunks of flesh and bone, the parasite within blooming up like a morbid lotus flower. Using all her supernatural strength, Angelica punched through the parasite. Screeching in pain, the member sank back into its dead host's body before finally dying itself.

The last pair of remaining Majini soldiers began to back away, realizing there was no escape from their position. The creature before them confused what was left of their minds. It had no fear of death, moved like a demon of the night.. Its eyes were like the man that kept them here... In one last attempt, they opened fire with their remaining arrows, desperately trying to take the demon down.. The stolen machete moved like a wind fan within her hand, deflecting all the arrows into different directions. All but one..

The foreign object sank into her shoulder, causing the attacker to stumble backwards and down onto one knee. Yelling in excitement, the Majini withdrew their knives, rushing forward to claim their prize. Letting them get only a few steps away, the woman spun. In one motion she drew out the razor sharp point of the machete, and slashed what seemed like the air. Her back was turned as the men stood there, eyes wide. Their weapons clattered the deck loudly, blood beginning to pour from their jugulars and center throat. Slowly the heads separated from the bodies.. Falling down to the lower deck with their former comrade.

Angelica yanked out the arrow that had sunk its way into her shoulder.

"Hnnn.." Throwing the useless article down, she moved forwards, eyes set upon the containment area ahead.

—-

"Shiiiiit. .. shit shit shit shit.."

Sheva Alomar darted into one of the corridors of the ruins, her back flat against the crumbling wall. The woman quickly realized that normal means were not going to jack against these two.. Splitting from Chris, she had darted into the catacomb hallways for cover, praying that her partner had followed suit. Leaning out to see if the adjacent hallway was clear, Alomar hoped that within this large game of cat and mouse...the mouse would at least come out alive. Narrowing her dark eyes, a flash of blue met them, Jill Valentine's bright suit prominent against the earthy browns of the ruins. The other woman's back was to her, and she was hallway down the corridor, searching for her quarry. Sheva's eyebrow and lip were already bloody from the blows she had received from the woman.. And she was NOT wanting a repeat.

Gritting her teeth, Sheva tried not to breathe. Valentine had proven to be more of a match than Redfield had ever let on. The proof had been displayed earlier with her various assaults. Retreating to the safety of her side of the wall, Alomar ever so slowly withdrew a flash grenade from her supply back. She bit her lip, holding the weapon close to her chest as the opposite index finger curled about the pin of the grenade. It was a long shot..

Rolling out into the hallway, the lithe female pulled the pin. Simultaneously she threw the grenade towards Jill's location, staying crouched and prepared. The other woman whirled at the sound, hissing animalistically.

' What is she.. Part cat..'

She started towards Alomar, but halted to look at the object that had clattered next to her feet. A blinding flash of light sent Valentine reeling, her hands trying to shield her seared eyes from their pain. Sheva took her opportunity and vaulted towards Jill, surging on top of the other woman's shoulders. Long, tan legs encased her head, balancing into a flip throw that sent Jill smashing cranium first into the stone floor. A nasty 'thunk' was the sound of her enemy losing consciousness, as Alomar deftly landed upon her feet. Leaning down, she brushed the blonde hair from Valentine's face carefully. Within her unwilling sleep, she looked almost kind..She didn't have time to linger long.

Sighing heavily, Sheva made a silent decision right there. If they could get out of this alive, she would do anything to bring this woman back... She would somehow be her friend..but right now she had to be counted amongst the enemies. Gunshots echoed from within the ruins, causing Alomar to jerk upwards. Now that Valentine was out of the equation..she had to find Chris...

…

Wesker moved his fingers through his hair and chuckled. If he could dare to feel it, this was fun..he could afford to be cocky. This day was shaping up to be.. Glorious.. Still riding the high from before.. Now this.. The smell of fear exuded from the two BSAA partners, wafting about the ancient chambers like a puff of fresh air. He could see the childlike anger across Redfield's face, the frustration of being found in this enormous game of hide and seek. After their first attempt of warding him off had failed, Sheva and Redfield had darted to the safety of the halls.. Wesker's taunts had drawn his adversary out, however, much to his pleasure.

Wesker's smug smile never moved from his lips as he dodged bullets as if they were no more than flies. Redfield was crouched, firing desperately in an attempt to land a shot. It was to no avail. The virus had given Wesker the speed beyond any man, even faster than what the human eye could process. It was as if the man was teleporting himself in and out of reality…

Their ordeal had chased Redfield and Wesker back into the main room, the later pulling his prized magnum from his hilt. A murderous expression lit up the inhuman face, only to be replaced by annoyance quickly. Sheva bolted back into view, a deadly kick aimed for the blonde man's head. Wesker whirled, replacing his weapon, and catching her foot in the process. Slamming the young woman to the floor, he threw his arm back. Chris had tried to take the opening, but had been too late. His side blow was slapped by Wesker's forearm, countered, and rematched. Sliding backwards, Chris fired his handgun once more, finally forcing his former captain to retreat.

Wesker growled to himself. He was too exposed here.. A stray bullet could get lucky. Leaping with alien speed and agility, Wesker did not even use the staircase to reach the top of the landing. Once again at the top of where he had descended, he cocked his head, shaking it in mock sorrow. He didn't even sound winded..

"I expected more of a challenge from you after all this time. How..disappointing."

The seven minutes were up, and he was losing interest in his game. He had more important things.. And people to worry about. Sneering at the pitiful creatures he had joined with, Wesker began to move towards the elevator lift that had been concealed behind a rock face. Stopping within his tracks, the man scrunched his brow in surprise. The satellite cellular he kept on his person had begun to ring..

Retrieving the device before he stepped into the lift, Wesker held the machine up to his ear languidly.

"Yes...?"

—-

She had made it to the containment laboratory.. And had gotten to work quickly.

Flicking a syringe filled with a viral stimulant that she had retrieved from the synthesizing station, Angelica's lips spread into a devious grin. The line she had dialed with her pilfered mobile had been her objective. Wesker's smooth voice filtered over the speaker, tinged with confusion and wariness. Cold eyes blanched as they stared lucidly at their deadly prize, the various strands of DNA and virus coalescing into small pyramids of scientific structure. Quietly the woman spoke, answering Wesker's pliant question calmly.

"So this is what you've done with my work. We need to talk, love. "

Shutting off her communication apparatus before letting her rival answer, the former Umbrella agent placed the stolen phial within her pocket. Love.. the word had come out of her despite the anger she felt in her core. The word felt taunting and hollow to her even after it flew out of her mouth. She sucked in a shallow breath as she turned to leave. Her boots fell softly upon the steel plated floor, followed by the noise of electrical systems shorting out and exploding. The woman's hand was up, curled into a ball as she controlled the world around her. A small trickle of blood dripped from her nose. The power she used here she did not do often.. It had been years and now she had twice in one day.. It was putting a toll on her body. ..

Moving through the shower of sparks, Angelica moved from the room as the door seemed to shut behind her without aid of hand movement. The sun was at its brightest, the time before sinking behind a haven of dark earth. With that blinding light, flaming eyes glowed virulent red, a keen urge for revenge brewing behind their inner depths. She was going to have to play both sides if this was going to go as planned.