Sitting within the pilot's chair, Angelica eyed the vial in her hand. It glinted an evil green in the light. Her squinted eyes watched the object as it floated in mid air, levitating above her flat palm. Fingers drummed at the chair arm, steady and impatient with there rhythm. All the world's little problems had started with something no bigger than what she was staring at now, all because of a man too greedy for his own, complacent this.. All this pain over such a small thing. .

'The right to be a god.'

The words echoed throughout her soul, reverberating into the deepest, darkest reaches of her mind. Had become something animalistic within her change? She was something less than human...or more. The dark lust for power constantly tempted, corroded in her heart, making it almost impossible to look within a mirror anymore without feeling a lump rise in her throat. She couldn't look, for fear of what she would see there..

Angelica's eyes rolled down to their rims, staring at the constant video feed that was playing in front of the chair's computer screen. She had been like a five year old with cartoons, watching, waiting..

Wesker's lone self finally entered an elevator, seemingly fidgeting during his ascending wait. Excella had broken off from his company for some reason she knew not what.. Nor did she care. Angelica watched her counterpart on the screen, shifting and leaning himself back against the railing of the lift.

It was strange, methodical almost, the way he kept shifting and rubbing the backside of his neck. Had anyone but she been watching, they would have mistaken the action for exhaustion. Something was not completely right.. She knew. The virus was not being stable for him as much as it had been for her.. He was possibly due for a refresh of Uroboros. Angelica closed her hand on the floating phial, swiveling the chair to look at the doorway. Her quarry was

close..

"Time to discuss our next move, lover."

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His handgun jerked steadily within his grasp, finally dropping the last of the Majini bodyguards. Blood and brain matter had splattered the floor thoroughly, causing it to look like a morbid painter had inspiration within the most odd of places.

After boarding the ship, Chris had stayed to himself, brooding over the last few occurrences. His partner had been quietly supportive, offering emotional and physical backup when needed. What was crossing his mind now, was finding Excella, then forcing every bit of information out of her by any means necessary.

Redfield slammed his broad shoulder into the heavy, observation deck's door. More of the eerie plant life they had encountered within the ruins was illuminated within glass tanks, as well as the Tricell lordess at a computer station. The woman seemed to be frantically synthesizing a serum within a vial display upon the desk, and putting the contents within two silver cases. Sheva was the first to advance, her weapon pointing directly at the woman's head.

"Excella Gionne, stop right there!"

Chris followed like suit, his gun trailed upon the female steadily. Gionne whirled, looking quite fearful as she backed against the desk. Scooting the cases behind her form, it was as if she were protecting them.. Redfield kept moving forward.

"Look, just stand down and no one will get hurt..Where's Wesker?"

Excella's evil, azure eyes met his within a single moment of weakness, her hands moving slowly behind her back. Her teeth ground against one another, as a soft hiss of a labored exhale cascaded from her lips.

"Maybe, if you're good...I'll tell you!"

Swiftly grabbing the cases, she bolted for the opposite door. Sheva opened fire immediately, one of the bullets knocking a metallic briefcase from the other woman's grasp. Desperate for survival, Excella abandoned the case, fleeing. A hailstorm of bullets barely missed her, ricocheting off the steel walls as she ran. She still had one case.. She didn't dare go back for the one dropped. Within seconds, the elusive female was gone behind reinforced blast doors. Sheva huffed angrily as she holstered her revolver, the blood rushing to her cheeks in frustration.

"You got to give it to her, she's tough."

Her partner was preoccupied however, clutching a syringe that had dropped from the shattered case. Eyeing it curiously, Sheva's eyebrows rose in question.

"What's that?"

Shaking his head, Redfield slipped the object within his ammo pack for safety, a blank curiosity replacing his former anger.

"I don't know..but she was protective of it..."