Alex found K-Unit in the kitchen.

It hadn't been hard. The apartment was small and there was only one hallway. He simply followed the sounds of voices to the brightly lit open area that contained a kitchen, living room, dining room, and hall closet.

They all turned to look at him as he entered, making him feel even more awkward about being slow and unsteady on his feet. But then the girl amidst them smiled warmly, as if they were old friends. "Alex," she said happily. "You're awake. Come sit, I'll get you something to eat as well. It's a good thing you're up, or these pigs probably would've eaten it all."

"You're a good cook," Eagle said defensively.

"And you're a glutton," she responded, smiling in a way that revealed she was only joking. "Come on," she urged the blond teenager. "Sit."

Alex sat warily, his eyes darting around, plotting escape routes. Just in case.

In case of what, he had no idea. But just in case.

The girl set a bowl of soup in front of him. It was a dusky red color, and smelled distinctly good. "It's minestrone," she said softly, as if this had been why he was staring at it. "I promise, no poison, drugs, or other toxins. Just soup."

Wolf sighed and set down the gun he was cleaning. "It's alright, Alex. We've all eaten it and we're still alive. She doesn't look like much, but the girl can cook."

The girl in question, her hair still up in the same messy braid from Alex's last encounter with her, swatted the man with a dishcloth.

Alex took a hesitant bite. They hadn't lied, the soup was quite good, and more than that, until he started eating, he hadn't realized how hungry he was. As he gulped down soup, the girl stood at the counter doing dishes. Alex scrambled to remember her name. Alice, maybe?

"Alicia," Snake said. "Would you mind starting a new pot of coffee?"

Alicia, it was then, quickly began fiddling with the small black electric coffee maker plugged in near the stove. Alex polished off his soup and she quietly refilled it, though he hadn't asked.

"If you can't finish it, at least eat half," she pleaded quietly. "You need to get your strength back up."

Between bites of soup, Alex spoke. "Another agent was there."

K-Unit abruptly stood up. "We'll be outside," Wolf said. "If you need us, give a yell."

Alicia nodded absently as they left. "What do you remember?"

Alex inhaled sharply. "I killed her."

Alicia shook her head. "No. No, you didn't kill her. They did. Umbrella killed her."

"Umbrella?"

She sighed. "I suppose I should fill you in. My name is Alicia Kennedy. I'm a United States government agent, sent here to look for an MIA agent from MI6. MI6 most likely would've sent one of their own agents, had it not been for a radio transmission that their frequencies picked up." Alicia pulled out a small voice recorder and pressed play.

Alex heard his own voice. "MI6, this is Agent Rider. Repeat, this is Agent Rider, code name Cub. Requesting back-up on mission 56793240, code name Alias. Alias is a trap set by Scorpia. They're working with another company, I don't know who yet. I'll keep-" the transmission fizzed out.

"Shortly after, MI6 also received a digital scanning of a logo you found on a wall." She tapped the recorder's screen and a picture that Alex vaguely recognized popped up. A red and white umbrella top with a black U in the center. "This is why I'm here. This logo is the Umbrella Corporation symbol. Umbrella Corp is a global bioterrorist group, the same one that developed the T-Virus." She waited for recognition from Alex. "You don't know what T-Virus is, do you?"

Alex shook his head.

"T-Virus," she explained, fiddling with the 'recorder,' which he now realized was a phone, is a biogenetic fluid transmittable man-made virus. It breaks down cells in the brain and chemically reorders the cell structure, biodegrading certain nerves and replacing them with toxins. Victims transmit the virus through fluids and, most commonly, bites." She pulled a file out of the bag that was slung on the back of her chair. "This is the file from the Raccoon City outbreak. And Raccoon City was just the beginning. It's happening all over the world. Even now, STARS is in Siberia cleaning up another outbreak."

Alex flipped through the file, shaking his head. "This isn't possible." Even so, dim bells flickered in his memory.

"It is. I've experienced it firsthand. That's why I'm here. MI6 practically begged my government to send me. If Umbrella is working with Scorpia, you and I may be the only chance our contries have at stopping them."

Alex snorted. "What can we do?"

Alicia shrugged. "I'm just repeating what they told me. But honestly…I don't know."

"You…don't know? And you want me to trust you? Just on your word?"

"No. And maybe tomorrow we'll go discuss it with Blunt, if you feel up to it. But for now, I'd like to finish debriefing you, before you fall asleep on me."

It was then that Alex realized how tired he was. His head drooped forward and he snatched it back up defiantly, forcing his eyes open. Alicia hurridly summarized. "Basically, you were captured, I was sent to infiltrate. With the help of K-Unit, I did, and we brought you back to my apartment. MI6 knows where you are, and they've already been debriefed."

"What about Agent Lawrence?" Alex mumbled, his heart hammering in his chest.

Alicia put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Darkness, both emotional and physical, overwhelmed him.