"That's what we should have done in the first place," Benton said sternly.

"If the mission didn't involve Marcus, I'd sooner agree with you, but it was a choice from command. Now that the worst is over, we can get rid of them now."

"Nothing personal General, but my chances of survival is higher with them then it is with you. Why? Two of them are cops for one. To serve andProtect," he said firmly, his glare reflecting off the man's shades. "Your job is to lead and kill. I'm expendable, especially if it comes down between me and completing the mission," he further added, not daunted or wavering in his low tone. "I'll deal with these people myself when the time is right."

"Well then, this is rather ironic. Our opinions on them seem to have reversed."

"I'm just looking at results. We're still alive and making decent progress. So far, so good. They hold out until we reach Marcus, that's when we could leave them to die."

Dorian admired the brutal tenacity of his soldier, though the truth was spoken. To tolerate the outsiders' interference was one thing, but to not protect the company ideals by just cutting them from the equation was unheard of. That was a gamble on company reputation.

To be ordered to work under Wesker and Birkin was not a good position, one half was an egotistical worm wired on paranoia and the other one was an inconstant madman. Both brilliant, but with flaws. He will vent all his frustration on the terrible choices about Marcus' rampant escapades at the next Council meeting.

"To be frank, this mundane order was not mine to make. You think I approve of this? I don't. But, a good general has to adapt to the situation."

Dorian turned to the door behind him and went to open it, as he did, he got a text on his PDA. It was Wesker. It simply said, Kill the trespassers and pick up the pace. Dorian pretended to not see that order. Wesker had to learn from his mistake of making a ridiculous order. And perhaps overestimating a dead man.

When Dorian opened the door, everyone remained still. He simply waved Alexis over; she was glaring at the young Irvine. Felt like she was boring a hole into the back of his head or something. She walked outside and Dorian closed the door behind. There wasn't a single word said.

Dorian placed Benton and Alexis in front of him. "There's been a change of plans. Even though I suggested we stick together in the first place, I feel that we don't need these survivors anymore. Benton believes these people can still be of some use for a while longer. Alexis, do you feel the same way?"

Alexis rubbed her arms. "Yes. We can carry these people until they are of no further use to our cause. No doubt the closer we get to Marcus, the denser the leeches will get to protect their master." Her body shuddered under the freezing outside air, being cold-blooded was a problem she would never ask for. "Those little teeth gnawing all over... could easily swarm prey with mob mentality. Better them than us."

"We'll get rid of them when we need to," Benton added.

"Then after… careful consideration, this is where we part. As much as I'd prefer to lead the mission, you both seem to have your heads screwed on right, despite fallbacks. It seems I've wasted my time."

"Sir?" Alexis said unsure.

"I've been entrusted to get rid of Marcus and lead your mission. Since you've adapted rather well thus far, you can resume your mission without me. While I hunt down that fucker, I want you two to find the Investigation Unit's notes and survive. These facilities are beyond salvaging, but those notes have a more detailed investigation. We cannot afford to lose them."

Alexis nodded. "They'll either be on John or Nathan's corpse."

"I expect they are. Find them and work on your escape plan."

"What if we find Marcus first?"

"Kill him. Hopefully, I'll get to him before you do, so don't worry too much. I won't let him out of my sight."

"So, nothing's changed then?" Benton muttered.

"On the contrary, a fair bit has, Captain. Congratulations on your promotion."

Benton looked up to his commanding officer for his use of words; they caught him off guard and he was a little lost for words. "What…?"

"Your team held you with such high esteem, Benton. Without Blake and Martin, you're the second-in-command, and Captain Daemith here is unfit for work in the meantime. In the case of the mission going awry, it is best you take Alexis' place as captain for the duration of the mission."

"I… don't know what to say." Benton realised Umbrella definitely did things differently than other organisations. Had it been the military, a court marshal would have been the predictable response.

"How about jackpot?" Dorian chuckeld. "Just kidding. Just get that damned evaluation, that's all I ask from you, Captain."

"I'll get it done."

"That you will… Putting down those survivors will be up to you. Right now, or save them for later."

Benton couldn't talk. His options was being weight around inside his head.

"All the best for your mission, Captain." Dorian walked away down the stairs. He quickly vanished from sight as the darkness around the cathedral consumed him.

Watching the general walk away, Benton could only think of one thing to say, "Godspeed, sir." He then sighed, a little excited from his emotions getting the better of him, but that scored him a promotion. He then glanced at Alexis, holding his stare on her. "We should probably get moving too," he said, a little softer than usual.

"Yes… Captain."

Captain huh? Sounds weird coming from her… Benton thought.

Bentonglanced at Alexis, thinking about her opinion on the survivors. He had to assume it was to stay close to him, but for what reason, he didn't know. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see she valued his opinions, especially after being able to pull her out of her reptilian trance.

Alexis felt her stomach, it was throbbing and feeling a bit bigger than the few hours before. That horrible image of being locked in that room with her brothers wouldn't leave her head, especially since she believed it was a trap set by Marcus. She wanted to make him suffer like the way she suffered in the arms of her own kind. Let him see the monster he made her. The vengeful thoughts looping around her head was spoiled once she felt a sudden urge to vomit.

And she did. Alexis blew chunks all over the steps, multi-coloured lumps smothered in yellow bile coated the ground. She breathed heavily and coughed up blood into her hand after the sudden queasiness. She wiped her mouth clean and licked up all the blood she smeared, smacking her lips. "Oh, no. This isn't good..." Her stomach was on fire, her head dizzy. Hungry... "I don't quite feel like myself."

Irvine clamped his hands over his ears in fear, lowering his head lightly as if he had some sort of headache. T-These people… th-they were gonna kill me! Put me up against the wall and shoot me! Feed me to one of those monsters!

Do you see now Irvine? You can't trust any of them,whispered the voice gently into his ear, causing his head to snap up in Billy's direction, Richard is a naive fool, unable to identify a true killer when he's seen one. Billy is a man who would break your tiny neck like it was nothing, and sleep like a baby. The rest are like the soldiers; they are merely bidding their time. Once the opportunity presents itself… bang, bang, bang, bang… You will die.

Irvine gaped in horror, his gaze turning to Alexis' back. A shiver of dread ran up and down his spine at looking upon the unnatural, being of science. He was beginning to break out into a cold sweat at the mental images that began to form in his mind, painting a very pretty picture of what would be a gruesome and horrific death at the claws of Alexis. He backed away from the door.

She'll rip you apart, tear your throat out, devour your eyes. She'll eat you to the point of where even the bones will be gone. A monster like her would show no mercy against you, whispered the voice, planting more and more seeds of doubt in his mind.