Us or Them

Angela's eyes fluttered open and she stretched, feeling oddly happy despite her horrendous dreams. She was lying half-naked on a cold steal table, bright lights shone in her eyes; the room was white on white on white. Angela yawned and swung her legs over the table, sliding off. Her bare feet hit the cold ground and made her jump; she giggled at the action and continued to explore her surroundings. She looked herself over in the mirror, a half grin on her face.

She'd been left in only her bra and underwear, revealing her thin figure. Angela had always been self conscious, barely confident enough to run around in a midriff-showing shirt, and yet here she stood, half naked, a handful of camera's mounted in the corners all watching her standing in front of one way glass without so much as a blush. Angela turned looking herself over. There was a bandage on her right arm and a handful of cuts and scraps covering her body from her adventures in the Hive. She turned away from the window and was surprised to see a large plasma TV mounted on the wall behind her. That Television now crackled to life. For a moment there was only a blank screen, then, white letters began to scroll across the blue background.

Good Morning, Specimen

Angela tilted her head curiously to one side. "Good morning, Doctors." She replied the Umbrella scientist were the only ones who ever called her that.

The Hive Has Been Breached

Angela nodded, "I know."

The Virus Has Escaped The Hive, It Is Time For You To Be Activated

Again, she nodded. "My orders?" she asked, her expression was calm and blissful.

Again the screen flickered, this time the image of a man appeared. He was young, no older than 25. He was moderately handsome with black hair and dark eyes. He wore a lab coat with the Umbrella logo on the pocket. Angela knew him instantly. Joseph Christ, one of Umbrella's top scientists and head of Project 666, the project she was classified under. She had every right to hate this man and yet she couldn't seem to manage it.

Her first real hint at what had been done to her since the hive.

"Hello, specimen," he said, sneering the second word. "You are to observe actions of specified targets and carry out primary function."

She nodded and quoted tonelessly "Primary Function: the detection and destruction of any and all infected bodies. Primary function has been made secondary. New primary: Observation of Specified Bodies"

Christ nodded "good, you will find your clothes and weapon in the top drawer of the Chest behind you" he motioned toward the back of the room.

Angela turned; surprised she hadn't noticed the metal chest that stood in the corner opposite the door. She went over to it, smiling to herself, and opened the top. As promised, there were her clothes, neatly folded, with her Falcon Handgun in its hip-holster on top. She smiled wider as she pulled her tank top on, followed by her short blue jean shorts and her beloved Falcon.

Christ's voice broke into the momentary silence. "you will find more clips and your specs as well."

Smiling, she pulled out the five clips for her Falcon and what looked like normal sunglasses with a mic attached. The fact that they where slightly tinted was the only thing the specs had in common with normal sunglasses, the inside of the lenses act like a computer screen, giving her access to maps, her location, and anything else deemed useful by Umbrella. As soon as they touched her face data began to steam across the inside glass. She watched the numbers and letters flow by, showing her current location, the Racoon Hospital, and the fastest exit into the streets.

Christ continued, his tone still seeping of assumed superiority. "In the bottom, you will find that ratty old messenger bag you always lug around." She didn't rise to the insult. It stung but she couldn't seem to muster anything remotely resembling anger. Angela pulled out the tray the clips had been set on and pulled out her messenger bag. Rifling through it quickly she was relieved to find nothing had been disturbed, meaning Umbrella hadn't bothered to search through her stuff. She ran her fingers gently over her most prized possessions. Her laptop, her 'mother', Amelia's, diary; 'Uncle' Keller's journal, the MP3 player Lisa had gotten her for Christmas, and the heavy-duty pocket knife Matt had bought her only weeks before The Hive. It also contained a handful of extra clips slid loosely around in the bottom, to which she now added the five from the tray, and an array of other odds and ends. With a start she realized one of her treasures was missing.

"Where's my necklace?" she called over her shoulder.

Christ sighed. "It's wrapped around the strap; I knew you would make a fuss if it wasn't."

Angela quickly unwound the silver chain and delicate cross and clasped it round her own neck, holding it fondly.

"Now," Christ said impatiently, "It is time for you to do what you were made for, specimen."

Swinging the messenger bag over her shoulder, she turned and mock-saluted the screen.

"Yes sir, Umbrella Jackass, sir." She said and turned to the door.

Using every ounce of her Umbrella given speed shot out of the room, laughing happily to be out of umbrella's clutches, even if not completely; And into the infected streets of Racoon city.

Billy Rose: HELLO BILLY! I'm not completely re-doing it, i just fixed a whole bunch of stuff that made it harder to understand.

and yes, once again you are the first to figure out the titles are all from the soundtrack

Hatari Hanzo: You want more, you got it! yeah, all of them are from the RE:A soundtrack, good guess'n buddy XD

Anon: yup, the whole fic has been updated, but no, Kaps will only be referenced in this one, but i have many plans for him in the future ;)

The Axe Man: I assure you, had there been an RE category in the movie section i WOULD have posted it there, and the movie was just fine >.

Next chapter:

we'll finally see our young heroine in action,

learn a little about her past,

and see some of her rather useful abilities.

so if you wanna read more,keep those reviews comin!