(AN: I'm too lazy to do this myself. Morpheus will do it for me, or suffer this becoming a MorpheusXBruce fic. And since Bruce is dead, I know he'd hate it XD

Morpheus: …bastard. The insane author owns nothing… except the right to harm, maime and torturenon-cannon characters or even cannon ones however he sees fit.

Me: Spanklicious!

Morpheus: Please… no more…

On with the show!)

Chapter 2 : Insertion

The phone rang out, breaking his concentration and the tower of cards crumpled to the desk. He swore and slammed a fist down on the desk, causing the phone to flip through the air and land in his outstretched palm.

"Yo?"

"Lovely greeting, Mr. War."

The man's eyes opened wider and he smiled, widely and leaned back in his chair, slamming a pair of heavy boots onto his brown wooden desk.

"Death? What're you looking for now, man? I told ya I don't have any more money for your tight ass."

"Heh, no not money this time, War. I'm, that is to say, my friend and I, are assembling a team. We need some more help. I'm calling in the Horsemen."

"Awesome. Where you at bro, I'll come on over?"

The door opened to his shop, and in strode Death closing his cellphone shut with a click. War slapped the phone down and leapt over the desk with a single bound. He was tall, and wide like some sort of ancient war god. His hair was past his shoulders and was thick and brown. His skin was of a pale complexion but his eyes were bright blue. Light stubble was on his chin and his chest was spotless of hair, and gleamed.

He walked over to the Death and embraced him in a tight grip, slamming his hand down twice on Death's back, who responded the same. He glanced over at the two figures that entered with Death. One was a beautiful Asian woman, in a pair of worn jeans and a small red top. She had a black jacket thrown over hrs shoulders, which managed to hug to her figure perfectly.

The second was a man in a pair of black pants and a dark blue tank shirt. He was cold to the eyes, and you could tell he was a trained killer. His hair was gleaming silver, and his eyes sharp and pink. Death and War uncoupled and Death shook a hand in the direction of the two with him.

"These are Ada Wong and Morpheus D. Duvall."

"Holy shit; the Morpheus? The one who raided the Umbrella lab and injected himself with the G-T Virus?"

Morpheus' face was impassive, but a tight smile curled about his lips and he gave a half-nod, half shrug, as if wadding the topic off. It had been six years since the incident and he wasn't fond of remembering it.

"That was a long time ago, Mr. War."

"War. Only Death get's called Mister."

Morpheus gave a short bow of his head in acknowledgment and Ada smiled slightly. Death scratched the back of his head and broke the icy silent with a simple comment.

"Well, grab your stuff, we're leaving now."

War shrugged and disappeared into the back room for a while, a heated debate coming from the room. Eventually, he kicked the door open, a long black trench coat pulled over his bare chest and a duffel bag in either hand.

"We travelling non-commercial, yo?"

The tight lipped woman nodded, swinging her hand up to intercept the blow from her sparring partner. Her foot crashed into his unprotected side and she twirled him over her shoulder, punching fist down onto his chest. He coughed and rolled away, standing up. The two bowed low to one another, and she grabbed a towel from the sidelines. With it she mopped her face and neck, her short cut brown hair damp with perspirant. She sighed and looked towards the door, which had swung open. The tall figure strode across the room, kicking off his shoes and standing on the mat. He punched his fist into his palm and bowed to her. She dropped her towel and walked onto the mat, returning the gesture.

Her foot canoed up, crashing into his open palm. She spun, out of his grasp and sent a flying kick at his chest. He spun away, swinging a vicious upper cut at her, which she dodged with ease. Her foot cracked towards his skull and he ducked, delivering a fist at her chest. She caught it, and twisted his arm, slamming him to the floor. His foot pressed against her chest, and he rolled with her memento, throwing her over his head. He rolled, and she was on top of him, her fist raised. His lips crushed against hers and she smiled, dropping her fist to his face and caressing it with an open palm.

"Good to see you again, Death."

"And you, Pestilence."

"Damn! You two got some serious relationship issues that need some working out."

Around the table, sat a variety of figures; at the head was a blond man, a pair of sunglasses worn religiously on his face, covering his red-yellow eyes. Albert Wesker, the bio-enhanced super-soldier of the group of anti-terrorists known as the Organization.

Next to him was the silver-haired albino, Morpheus Duval. Also bio-engineered, Morpheus had the ability to become the Tyrant, a female talking Tyrant that controlled electricity.

On Wesker's other side sat the ex-HUNK member, Mr. Death. He was clad in a long black trench coat and a wore a pair of blue-tinged sunglasses.

Beside this ex-HUNK was his partner Pestilence. Another of the infamous Riders, she was feared for her martial art skills and her cold, ruthless ways. She was clad in white, yet a pair of red-tinged sunglasses rested on her face.

Next was War. The hulking man who was more brains than you might think. A computer genius and a ferocious brawler he was an expert gun-man. He was clad in brown combat pants, and only a black coat. He wore no sunglasses, and his only other feature was a pair of dogtags hanging about his neck.

Back on the other side of the table, next to Morpheus, sat the Asian-assassin Ada Wong. She was wearing a short red dress and a pair of black high heels. Her hair hung at her shoulders and was left just there; hanging.

Beside Ada sat ex-convict Billy Coen. He was wearing a white shirt, which hung open at the top and bottom and a pair of black pants. He looked utterly confused on why he should be there, and wore a pair of dogtags bearing the name 'Rebecca Chambers'.

"So," Billy broke the silence around the table, "What are we all gathered here for? Surely it's not time for Scout cookies yet…"

Wesker looked briefly in his direction, and under his sunglasses his eyes flickered in amusement. His hands were propped before him, fingers joined forming a steeple. He spoke in his drawling voice, simply and bluntly.

"We're here because we have a job to do, Mr. Coen. Now, we are missing two members of out team. One of them, a woman by the name of… Famine… will be arriving shortly."

He had paused as he spoke the name, obviously believing that taking on the names of the Four Riders was a rather childish thing to do.

"And the other?"

This came from Death, how had sat forward now. Everyone except Morpheus seemed to be more alert and listening. While one mystery guest was solved, the other remained just that; a mystery.

"She will be arriving direct from Maine. She's a… interesting character, make no mistake."

The door swung open, and in strode a woman. She was dressed in black; all in black. She wore a pair of black pants, slim and form hugging. A pair of knee-high boots complimented this and razor sharp knife was in a sheath there. She wore a tank-top, not visible over the long, high collared coat she wore. She threw it and her beanie hat off, revelling long platinum-blond hair.

"Team… Meet Amelia Wesker."

Ada stared, Death's mouth fell open and Billy blinked twice. Pestilence merely nodded and War gave a jaunty wave. Still, Morpheus was totally impassive, giving her a slight nod.

"Well," she said, in a drawl so similar to Wesker's, "Don't everyone jump up and greet me at once."

She strode over and slumped down next to Billy, throwing a duffle bag down at her side and staring around the table. Albert's smile widened at the looks of utter shock and Morpheus' stillness.

"I trust your flight was well?"

"Cramped, but I can't complain. What's been happening, Ablie?"

"Same old, Ames."

The two stared for a moment, both eyes hidden behind black sunglasses. Then Amy removed hers and tucked them into her jacket pocket. She was a beautiful woman, as all women were in the Wesker family. It seemed to be in the genes. She stared at the clock on the wall.

"When's the other chick arriving?"

The room had long since fallen into silence, Death and War quietly talking between them, as Pestilence listened in with half and ear. Ada and Morpheus were talking amicably and Albert and Amy were glaring at each other.

"I still can't believe you pulled me out of training for this… party."

"My dear sister," Albert replied, lowering his hands to the desk, "This is better than training. We're hitting unknown forces, in a foreign location with a eight man team. This is not your average mission."

She shrugged, obviously caring little for his words and stroked her arm absent mindedly. The door opened again, this time in strode the youngest member of their team. She was not short, but not the tallest member on the team. She was about a head of so less than Billy, with brown hair that fell as far as her shoulders. She was slim, yet defined and shapely.

"Ah," came Wesker's voice, hints of a smile tracing his features. Billy stared open mouthed at the young woman who had just walked in, while Pestilence rose up and ran over, hugging her tightly. Billy glared at Wesker, who ignored him and said to the rest of the team,

"This is Famine. Her other name is Rebecca Chambers, Ex-STARS member."

Ada blinked, wondering how the girl had survived Umbrella's purge. It had claimed the lives of Chair Redfield, Barry Burton and Leon… Why not her? She was a medic, not a killer like them! Of course… Umbrella would have thought the same, and that would undoubtedly lead to their totally owning at the hands of one who had survived the Mansion incident, but also an encounter with the re-animated James Marcus.

Morpheus gave just a simple nod, as Billy rose to his feet, shakily, looking at her. She caught him in her eye line and her mouth dropped open, her greetings to Famine lost on the impulse of seeing him again.

"Billy?"

"Becca… Why didn't you find me?"

"I thought they had you… After Caliban Cove, I just had to get away. I couldn't take it anymore, Billy…"

Billy nodded, and looked down at her, when she cannoned into him, her arms wrapped about him. Amy raised an eyebrow at this, but Albert ignored it, giving a light 'hem hem' to gain the attention of his team once more.

"Well, now that that is settled, lets go over the team shall we? I mean, we know next to nothing about each other. I'm not one for circle time, so let's make it brief, kids?"

War was the first one to answer, lifting his considerable size from his chair and cracking his back in the process. After rolling his shoulder gently he gave a tiny bit of a shrug and addressed the table.

"I'm War, the heavy weapons and computer specialist of the riders. I'm a martial artist and gunner, and I like surfing and hunting. I think my girlfriend is cheating on me with my brother, but I don't care much, since I'm cheating on her with both her sisters… and her best friend…"

He snickered and slumped down in his chair, leaving a heavy silence on the table. Wesker blinked, genuinely taken aback by the man's confessions and comment. He fumbled with the file before him and was getting worried about the silence. Finally, it was broken.

"Amy Wesker… I'm an expert markswoman and a knife fighter. I like piloting big things, like tanks, SUVs and military choppers. I... uh... like watching TV and, until recently, worked at the Organization's training camp as an Instructor in gunnery."

Morpheus smiled and Ada shot Amy a grin. Amy returned it, and Death gave a shrug. He wasn't that big on training camps, they reminded him too much of places like Auschwitz and he hated the thought of it.

"I'm Death. I'm the head of the riders, seconded by War. I'm the military higher, and an expert and close quarter fighting, knife fighting and heavy weaponry. I work best alone, or in a small team."

Wesker smiled. He thought that it was unnecessary that Death need introduce himself, except perhaps for Billy. It was he, Mr. Coen who spoke next, thought unlike the others he remained sitting and folded his arms.

"My name's Billy Coen and I was convicted for twenty three murders I didn't commit. I've been through hell and back, and I'm just an average ass-kicker with a vendetta against Umbrella."

Morpheus stood next, his figure rising with untold grace. The man was fluid, everything about him showed control and swift ability. He was cool, collected and his voice rang out, barely a whisper, yet everyone heard it. It was a voice to cut through storms.

"I am Morpheus D. Duvall, computer expert and swordsman. I'm a decent gunshot too. I'm the first of three bio-enhanced members of the team, and I can change at will into a Tyrant with electric abilities."

There was a drawn in whistle from War, and the other newer members looked a little shocked. Ada was the one most confused; three bio-enhanced members? She only saw two; Albert and Morpheus. She stood quickly, and said;

"I'm Ada Wong. I'm an undercover agent and a swift response to action. I'm trained in various knife and weapon styles, and I'm a hookshot wielder."

Next, eyes turned to Rebecca and the quiet ex-STARS member lifted her head to see them. Her body-language had changed over the years and she seemed a different person now, a young woman.

"I'm Rebecca Chambers, or rather Famine. After STARS I joined the riders to get my revenge on Umbrella. I'm still a major on medics though."

At last, eyes turned to the last member not to introduce herself. Her dark blue eyes stared back at the looks and she grumbled to herself a little bit before saying,

"My name is Pestilence. Put it bluntly, I'm the last member of the riders, the martial arts expert and the general pilot for us. I'm the Charioteer you could say."

Finally, now that all had been introduced except the blond bio-enhanced Albert, who still sat smiling, the team seemed slightly more at ease with knowing who each other were... except of course Morpheus, who hadn't changed a bit the whole meeting.

The white haired man, suddenly, stood and lifted his long sword from its place against the table. He gave Wesker a small bow of his head, before turning and striding from the room. Ada shot Wesker a look but he avoided her glance, merely staring straight ahead. His cold yellow-red eyes stared at the blank TV screen which suddenly came to life. Everyone's attention rose at this and the female figure displayed on screen smiled to them, her long blond hair falling down to her shoulders.

"Ah, Albert. This is your team?"

"It is. Aside Mr. Duvall, we're all here. And we are in fact ready to move out on your order."

The woman smiled, her blue eyes captivating and holding the gaze of each person in the room. Ever Morpheus would have had a hard time looking away from this blond beauty. Her eyes fluttered once, before she spoke in her mild voice,

"Well then, gear up. I want you ready to leave at 0800 hours, understood?"

"Of course."

The screen switched off, and War breathed a sigh through pursed lips. He turned to Wesker, a grin on his features and jerked a finger in the direction of the screen with a smile.

"Who was that?"

"That… was Lady Trish."

Dun, dun, DUN! Yes, Trish. As in the blond from Devil May Cry. Meaning this may mind up and RE/DMC crossover. Which would be sweet.

Vrante : 'Father' was merely what Alpha called the scientist Albie killed. He's the bodyguard of said scientist, and docile and refers to him as father.

No more? Spanklicious! Until the mission!