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Housecall (Starter for encrypted-seraphim)

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"You did what?!” Her voice was a hiss of a whisper. Accusing and disbelieving. “Are you insane?”

If asked, she would have lied and said that her reaction was purely selfless, that she feared for Alexia and Alfred’s well being. That while Alfred would be put in a cell for the rest of his life, brought up in trials that would be televised and would find him labelled as a war criminal, Alexia would be kept like a test monkey in a small cage. The BSAA would use her to fight the Veronica virus. Pint by pint, they would liquidize her looking for a cure. She would be forced to go into her transformed state for observation, the scientists would start by asking her to transform first. It wouldn’t be too bad in the beginning but after awhile Alexia would tire of being treated like a light switch. Then they would resort to the other method of triggering it: Pain. An electrical shock, most likely.

Add to it that no one could be sure that the scientists in the BSAA and their third party laboratories could be completely trusted. What was the safety precautions in place to keep someone from pocketing a sample of Alexia’s blood and selling it to someone with far less wholesome intentions? It had been Alexia’s life goal since her resurrection to keep the world from ever obtaining another sample of the virus in her blood. She would be forfeiting that if she allowed herself to be taken in.

In truth, her fear was selfish. Just as much if not moreso selfish over selfless.

The BSAA would find out about her contact with them. Ingrid trusted the twins themselves with the information, but once their home was stripped, Alexia and Alfred’s computers and phones confiscated, there would be evidence that Hunnigan knew of their entrance into the states over a year previously. That she chose not to turn them in.

No matter how much she scrubbed up the electronic trail, there was people that had saw them together. Neighbors in both neighborhoods. The twins had had her over enough times for any one of their neighbors to not only detail Ingrid’s car but Ingrid herself. The same could be said about her neighbors. Any one of them could describe the silver Mini and the tall blonde woman with the fair complexion, to a T.

"Do you even realize what you’ve done?"

Her words were cold, cutting the silence like a knife. She turned to face the other woman, teeth bared and features hard.

Alexia’s surprise at Hunnigan’s sudden change made her grab the kitchen counter for support.  Alexia could tell what was going through Hunnigan’s mind and making her angry.  Even if Alexia and Alfred never said a word to the BSAA about her, there was too much evidence crawling around on their phones and with people being able to recognise them.  One spark and Hunnigan’s world would collapse too.

"I didn’t have much of a choice." Alexia said, trying to keep her voice calm and level.  Getting upset wouldn’t stop Hunnigan’s righteous anger from consuming the pair of them.  "One of their agents showed up, broke into my house, had a good look at a load of files I’d had in my bedroom then greeted my brother by aiming a gun at his head and making him show her the lab."  Hearing padding footsteps on the stairs from the basement, Alexia guessed Skadi was coming up, probably intrigued by the raised voices.

Alexia could also guess the other reason Hunnigan was fuming.  They’d both risked their lives trying to get Manuela out from Tricell’s base after she’d been used up and discarded by the government’s tests on her and tossed between different departments and companies like a ragdoll.  Manuela had given them a general picture on what the government liked to do with captured BOWs.  Alexia doubted Manuela had told them everything, probably to spare Alexia from carrying even more guilt around.  Didn’t stop her doing so.  Whatever the government had done to Manuela, they’d only been in that position because of Alexia.  Now she was tossing herself into the exact same organ grinder, and unlike Manuela there was going to be zero chance of Alexia having a normal life.  Even if the tests some day stopped, the government would put her to work dealing with the virus, probably carefully controlled to make sure Alexia didn’t get any opportunities to slip back into her old ways.

Hanging her head down, Alexia watched through a curtain of her hair that fell down over her eyes as Skadi padded across the kitchen towards her mistress.  ”I’m not as bad as them.” Alexia said softly, “I’m worse.”  Alexia braced herself, knowing full well that any anger Hunnigan showed was exactly what Alexia deserved.

(Source: meet-the-ashford-twins)

Ashfords at Large

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Taking Jill’s answer at its face value, Alexia walked to the kitchen and turned the coffee machine on, before getting out Alfred’s mug and putting it nearby.  Watching the pot slowly fill with boiling hot, fresh coffee, Alexia walked back into the living room and gave Alfred a gentle shake of the shoulder.

"Come on you, wake up." Alexia said softly, "We’ve got a visitor."  Alfred’s response was to moan in his sleep and roll back around, so his back was against the backrest.  Alexia sighed and looked over at Jill.

"Guess he’s not going to come around for a while." Alexia shrugged, "Do you want to get started?  My laptop and files are through there." Alexia indicated the slightly open doorway leading into her lab, the edge of the cot visible through the door.  Walking over to one of the other chairs that had Alexia’s jacket slung across the back of it, Alexia picked it up and felt in the pockets until she found a bunch of small keys.  Standing next to the door, not wanting to intrude whilst Jill started her work, even if it was in Alexia’s house, Alexia held her hand out with the palm facing up, some of her keys hidden by a plastic cartoon dragonfly key fob Alfred had found whilst out shopping.  "The file cabinets should all be unlocked, but in case I forgot any, here’s the keys."  

Hearing the coffee machine beep as it finished filling the coffee pot, Alexia glanced at Alfred, who’d reacted to the loud noise by rolling onto his stomach and had tried to bury his head into one of the couch cushions.  ”If you change your mind about the coffee, let me know.” Alexia offered, giving Jill a small smile.

The sound of someone in her home, unfamiliar voices and foot steps, would have brought both her and Chris awake in half a heartbeat.  Louie might have stayed asleep, but more than likely he’d be up, waiting for someone new to play with.

"I might be able to make out some of it."  Jill shrugged.  "But most of this will have to be looked over by someone with way more knowledge than me."

True, there were certain aspects she had a vast knowledge of, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to someone who worked with a virus on a daily basis.

"What is it you’re trying to do exactly?"  Words scrolled past on the screen and Jill scanned them quickly.  Ada had mentioned something about a cure.

Alexia glanced at Sneeze’s cage as she walked into the lab, she could just about see her mouse’s rear end hidden away in the small covered area in the cage where Sneeze slept.  Glancing at the computer, Alexia watched as another bunch of results scrolled up the screen, a quick look told Alexia they were all failures.

Figuring that Jill had a right to the truth, Alexia started to explain,”Well, I’ve been trying to find some way to reverse the T Veronica virus.” Alexia tapped two keys on the keyboard, pausing the program that was running.  ”Trying to make a vaccine to prevent anyone being infected with it in the first place and an antigen to help purge it from anyone already infected.”  Hearing the sound of squeaking leather, Alexia knew Alfred was either coming around from his sleep or shifting position again.  She hoped it was the former.  ”It’s all computer based at the moment, using models.”

A quick glance at Sneeze’s water bottle told Alexia it was on a quarter full, and the water was probably from last night anyway.  Opening the bottom drawer of her filing cabinet, Alexia pulled out a spare water bottle and took the cap off.  Walking back into the kitchen, Alexia gazed in the direction of the couch as she passed through the living room.  Alfred was up, but by the looks of it he was still fighting the clutches of sleep.  Jamming the water bottle under the cold tap, Alexia poured a cup of coffee from the still hot pot.  Emptying the bottle out to give it a quick rinse and then slowly filling it up, Alexia carried the cup into the living room and plonked it in front of Alfred, hoping the smell would help bring him around.

"Alfred, meet Jill Redfield." Alexia said as she walked back into the kitchen to shut the tap off.  Walking back into the living room as she screwed the cap back onto the bottle, Alexia watched as Alfred slowly turned his head in the direction of the lab, his usually immaculate hair hanging in front of his eyes at odd angles.  "She’s the BSAA director."

Alexia watched as Alfred slowly took in the sight before him, before sitting up and moving the hair out of his eyes.

"Erm, hi." Alfred said, clearly embarrassed at being caught sleeping on the couch.

Ashfords at Large

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Alexia smiled as she leaned against the banister of her stairs.  She hadn’t been expecting the director of the BSAA to make an appearance, Alexia had assumed it would be left to some of the BSAA’s more junior agents to do what amounted to a simple matter of bringing in two people.

A quick glance in the direction of the couch told Alexia that Alfred still hadn’t woken up.  All he’d done was roll over onto his side and was facing the back of the couch.  Turning back to Jill, Alexia nodded at Jill’s explanation of why it was a solo effort and not a squad.

"Do you want a coffee before you start?" Alexia asked, figuring that making a coffee would do two things, relax Jill and wake Alfred up with the smell of brewing coffee.  If he didn’t wake up after that Alexia would try shaking his shoulder and then poking him in the ribs.

Suddenly more conscious of the fact that both Ashfords were still wearing the clothes they’d had on the night before, Alexia wondered if they’d be allowed to get changed into something clean.  Alexia filed that thought away for later, first things first, coffee.

With a shake of her head, Jill answered.  ”No.  My husband is the coffee addict of the family.  I never acquired a taste for it.  Feel free though.”

Despite Ada’s assurances, she still hadn’t expected civility.  More ranting and raving and a “how could you do this to us” kind of mentality.  In a way, Jill couldn’t blame that though process.  No one ever wanted bad things to happen to themselves or those they loved.  And few were willing to actually stand up and admit to the bad things they’d done before.

"I ate breakfast before I came over.  Thought it might be a long morning."

Ranting, raving and screaming had actually been her expectation and she was relieved it wasn’t happening thus far.

Taking Jill’s answer at its face value, Alexia walked to the kitchen and turned the coffee machine on, before getting out Alfred’s mug and putting it nearby.  Watching the pot slowly fill with boiling hot, fresh coffee, Alexia walked back into the living room and gave Alfred a gentle shake of the shoulder.

"Come on you, wake up." Alexia said softly, "We’ve got a visitor."  Alfred’s response was to moan in his sleep and roll back around, so his back was against the backrest.  Alexia sighed and looked over at Jill.

"Guess he’s not going to come around for a while." Alexia shrugged, "Do you want to get started?  My laptop and files are through there." Alexia indicated the slightly open doorway leading into her lab, the edge of the cot visible through the door.  Walking over to one of the other chairs that had Alexia’s jacket slung across the back of it, Alexia picked it up and felt in the pockets until she found a bunch of small keys.  Standing next to the door, not wanting to intrude whilst Jill started her work, even if it was in Alexia’s house, Alexia held her hand out with the palm facing up, some of her keys hidden by a plastic cartoon dragonfly key fob Alfred had found whilst out shopping.  "The file cabinets should all be unlocked, but in case I forgot any, here’s the keys."  

Hearing the coffee machine beep as it finished filling the coffee pot, Alexia glanced at Alfred, who’d reacted to the loud noise by rolling onto his stomach and had tried to bury his head into one of the couch cushions.  ”If you change your mind about the coffee, let me know.” Alexia offered, giving Jill a small smile.

Housecall (Starter for encrypted-seraphim)

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Ingrid held quiet, gaze held on her ground as she breathed quietly. Her chest moved with each breath, moved the oxygen through her veins. Her limbs felt heavy, far off.

"I don’t know."

Her eyes darted up to hold Alexia’s line of sight. The words felt like they came from someone else. This wasn’t her.

Ingrid Hunnigan was not a woman without answers.

That wasn’t her, but she hadn’t felt like herself for a long time. It had been corroding her, rust eating away at her soul.

"I really don’t know, Alexia. I mean, look at me. Right now. I am harboring a known wanted war criminal in my house. I’ve had your brother over here. What am I doing? This…" Her nose wrinkled as she moved her hand around the space. "I don’t mean it personally. I know you aren’t the same people you were back on Rockfort but still. I’m almost as bad as them. I have to make excuses to myself as to why I shouldn’t turn you over to Jill."

She crossed her arms across her chest quickly.

"You are my friend and you know I love your brother, that I would never turn you in and I feel like I should feel guilty about that, then I feel guilty for feeling like I should feel guilty… It is a big mess and feel like I am moving closer and closer to the line in the sand that marks white and black." Ingrid stood up from her chair and crossed the kitchen, slapping her hands on the counter, head hanging low as the stinging in her palms intensified.

"I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault. I guess I feel like maybe I am just as bad as them?"

Alexia watched as Hunnigan met her gaze with a look that was more haunting than any Alexia had ever seen on her friend’s face.  This was worse than after her fiancee had left her at the altar.  This was everything Hunnigan had built herself around crashing down.

Alexia knew Hunnigan didn’t mean any of it personally.  If anyone else was looking in it wouldn’t be a pretty picture.  They’d take one look at Alexia’s past and use it to demolish Ingrid.

"You’re not as bad as them." Alexia said, knowing as the words left her mouth that they sounded weak, "Nowhere near.  Everything you’ve done with me and my brother, it’s been for the benefit of other people.  Never yourself."

Watching her friend walk across the kitchen and slap her hands down on the counter, Alexia didn’t know what to do for the best.  Still, this could easily be the last time she ever saw her friend.  Standing up, Alexia gently put one hand on Hunnigan’s shoulder.  ”You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong here.  You helped Manuela even when you didn’t have to.  You helped my brother and you’ve helped me.”  Alexia decided to just come clean with what was going to happen.

"The BSAA already know." Alexia watched as Hunnigan turned and stared at her from behind her glasses.  They made her eyes appear shiny, though that might have been the reflection from outside.  "We had someone come into our house a few weeks ago, they knew all about us.  About our past."  The memory of waking up to find someone stood in her lab holding a bunch of files and a gun was still fresh in Alexia’s mind.  "They mentioned they worked for the BSAA, so it’s likely that any day now, the BSAA will be coming to our house.  No matter what happens, I won’t tell them you were involved."  Alexia wondered how bad things would get if she suddenly clammed up and exercised her right to silence, but decided she didn’t care if it kept her friend safe.  "Just keep doing what you’ve always done.  Keep helping people."

(Source: meet-the-ashford-twins)

Movie Night | Ask the Ashford Twins

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Alexia smiled as the scene changed from a peaceful stroll through Cairo into a street brawl as a dozen masked men descended on Indianna and Marion.  While Indy threw his fists about and kneed his attackers in the crotch Marion had a much better weapon.  A metal bucket.  As more men joined in the fray, Alexia watched as Indy tried to get Marion out of the way by bundling her onto a cart loaded with hay.  Which promptly departed the area with Marion on the back.  As one of the men gave chase Marion jumped off and acquired another weapon, causing alfred to laugh.  Who needed knives when you had a frying pan.

As the scene continued Marion hid in a wicker basket, causing Beans to chirp happily as some men in suits ran past oblivious to the slight shake of one of the baskets amongst dozens of similar ones.  Alexia sipped her drink until it was gone as a man with a sword tried to see how well a sword would work against a man armed with a gun.  Judging by Lisa’s reaction next to her, she was pretty into the film by now.

Again the movie took an action turn, and Lisa leaned forwards to watch. Even though they were the bad guys, she winded every time one of them was hit, and gasped as Marion was bundled away in her basket hiding place.

She also kept an eye on Bubble, who seemed to tense ever time a gun was fired. She’d relax after a moment, but Lisa got the feeling that gunfire was going to be a constant thing. However, her worry for Bubble didn’t stop her for giggling a little when Indy shot the sword fighter instead of attempting to match blades against him.

Alfred watched the action with a bemused smirk as Indy tore through Cairo, following a group of men carrying a basket. A shrieking basket that was proclaiming loudly that it couldn’t be treated like that because it was American. Alfred wondered just how the idea of climbing into a basket was a good idea. Surely hiding behind one was a better one, easier to escape.

Seeing Bubble starting to relax after the last round of gunshots, Alfred wondered whether or not it would be better to switch to a film that didn’t have so much violence in it or wait until the current one had finished. Clearly, hearing guns firing was upsetting Bubble. Alfred wondered why but thought it would be impolite to ask.

On the screen Indianna ran into a marketplace, with Marion still screaming her head off in her wicker prison, surrounded by people carrying wicker baskets on their heads. Naturally, the brash American hero’s response was to start knocking over as many wicker baskets as he could lay his hands on, sending all manner of items crashing to the floor. Sadly for him, none of those items happened to be a young woman.

Nowhere Woman

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Alexia and Alfred turned to see Lisa walking slowly through the double doors.  As they swung shut behind her, the lock audibly clicked into place, without any of them making a move to lock it.  Alexia walked past Lisa and tried the doors just to make sure.

"Locked, just like the reception entrance." Alexia commented, kneeling down and looking a bit more closely at the lock by the flickering lights.  "Exactly the same, the locks broken."  Standing up, Alexia turned to Lisa.

"I guess we’ve gone to the otherworld again." Alexia said as the lights flickered one last time and died out completely.  Rummaging in her pocket, Alexia found her car keys.  There was a small LED torch hooked onto the fob.  Clicking it on, Alexia aimed it at the ground in front of Lisa and herself as they walked into the Exam Room.

Alfred was kneeling next to a body on the floor.  The corpse was lying face down in front of a chair, an old revolver on the floor nearby.  Alfred had a similar LED torch to Alexia and was checking the gun.

"It’s useless, rusted all the way through and no bullets." Alfred said, "But it smells like it’s been recently fired."  Alexia glanced at the corpse on the floor.

"Turn him over." Alexia ordered.

"Do you really think…" Alfred began.

"Turn him over." Alexia interrupted.  Alfred looked around, not wanting to touch the corpse with his bare hands.  Spotting a drip stand in the corner of the room, Alfred walked over to it and unscrewed the top part of it.  Pushing it under the corpse, Alfred used it to push the corpse over onto its back.  Alexia had to repress the urge to vomit, seeing a far too familiar face with greasy brown hair, untidy suit and gaping holes where the eyes should have been.  Hearing sharp clicking noises on the tile floor behind her, Alexia turned in time to see Lisa running from the room and back towards the reception area.

"Is that who I think it is?" Alfred asked, causing Alexia to turn back around.

"Yes." Alexia acknowledged, "Question is, why did it scare Lisa so much?  She never knew him."  As Alexia went into the reception area, Alfred carefully closed the corpse’s eyelids, for what good it would do an eyeless body.

"Rest in peace father." Alfred whispered, standing up and following his sister.  Unbidden by his conscious mind, a macabre phrase popped into his brain.  

'In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king'.

She really should have been expecting the Otherworld to invade again, but still Lisa jumped and bit at her lip  when Alexia proclaimed the door locked and broken. “Of course…” she muttered as the lights went out, glad that she’d stashed a flashlight in the reception area. “So, what’s in the exam roo…”

Lisa trailed off as the small LED flashlights illuminated the scene. It wasn’t the blood or the fact that there was a dead body in the room that bothered her, oh no. She was used to blood and death by now. But, rather, it was the man who was lying dead on the floor that chilled her.

Lisa slowly set the mop to the side, leaning it up against the wall as Alfred flipped over the corpse, before turning on her heel and running to the waiting room.

Ill-fitting grey suit…dark brown hair…the facial wounds and what looked like claw marks…Lisa shuddered, feeling sick and confused. It looked like her doing.

"…so I did kill the doctor after all…" she muttered quietly, pulling at her sweater in the dark as Alexia turned the corner with her small flashlight. "Why don’t I remember…?"

As Alfred’s flashlight joined his sisters, Lisa turned towards the pair.

"I…I’m sorry…I didn’t know this was going to happen, and then…" she trailed off again, shrugging helplessly.

Alfred walked calmly into the reception area, seeing Lisa visibly distraught.

"It’s alright, this isn’t your fault." Alfred said in what he hoped was a comforting tone.  "We’ll just do what we did last time, try and work our way through it." Alfred just hoped it wouldn’t be as hard as the last time, having to fight their way through puppet nurses.

Alexia sat down in one of the chairs, gazing up at Lisa and Alfred.

"Okay, so what’s our first move?  The reception doors are locked, as are the ones leading into the back corridor."

Alfred thought carefully for a moment, “There’s two doors in the exam room we haven’t tried yet.” Alfred didn’t particularly want to go back in there, with their father’s corpse lying on the ground, but if they had no other choice he would.

"One thing," Alexia spoke up turning to Lisa, "You said ‘why don’t I remember?’ when I was coming out of the Exam Room, what did you mean by that?"  Alexia wondered if Lisa had met their father before somehow.  With the amount of people the twins had met who should’ve died years ago, was it inconceivable that their father had been still alive and doing his own thing, unaware of their existence.

Ashfords at Large

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Alexia woke up to the sound of birds chirping away in one of the neighbour’s trees.  Swinging her feet over the side of the cot, Alexia looked around the lab.  It was tidier than it had been in months.  No files strewn around the table.  Nothing on the floor.  Alfred had convinced her that if it was going to be taken from her anyway it was better if it was taken in an order.

Opening the lab door, she saw Alfred had fallen asleep on the couch, laptop in his arms.  Sighing, Alexia walked behind him and gently pried the laptop out of his grasp.  Knowing that he liked to slide it under the couch when he wasn’t using it, Alexia put it under there then went to make herself some orange juice.  Glancing at the clock, Alexia saw it was close to midday.  Deciding to try and make some toast, Alexia put some bread in the toaster and poured out some orange juice.  Gulping it down, Alexia heard someone knocking on the door.  Popping the bread out of the toaster so it wouldn’t burn unattended, Alexia walked over to the door and took the chain off.  Unlocking it, Alexia opened it to find Jill stood outside.

Alexia’s eyes took in everything at once.  The handgun on Jill’s thigh, the fact she was alone, the identification badge.  Alexia stepped back from the door, this wasn’t something she’d ever imagined happening.  All of her thoughts about potential arrest at the BSAA’s hands had involved Chris Redfield and a dozen similarly strong men bursting through her door and subduing the Ashford’s with as much force as was legal.  Then again, she’d never imagined waking up to find someone stood in her lab doorway with a gun and a pile of files in their hand.

"Would you like to come in?" Alexia asked, slightly louder than was necessary.  She was trying to wake Alfred up, it’d be easier on everyone if he came around of his own accord.  Alexia was thankful she hadn’t been the one still asleep.  Nothing short of an earthquake could wake her up sometimes.

A small nod of her head, hands still in her pockets.  ”Sure.”  Jill stepped forward, breaching the threshold in a few steps.  ”My name is Jill Redfield.  I’m the Director of the North America BSAA branch.”

Titles impressed some people, but Jill had never really cared one way or the other.  As far as she was concerned she was another BSAA grunt who did their job to the best of their ability.

This was the best way to handle the situation.  Redfield might not be nearly as impressive as her husband, but she could hold her own if need be.

"Seemed that it was a better idea to do things this way than use a whole team." Jill answered the unspoken question written on the other woman’s face,  "Besides, I can’t be infected."

Alexia smiled as she leaned against the banister of her stairs.  She hadn’t been expecting the director of the BSAA to make an appearance, Alexia had assumed it would be left to some of the BSAA’s more junior agents to do what amounted to a simple matter of bringing in two people.

A quick glance in the direction of the couch told Alexia that Alfred still hadn’t woken up.  All he’d done was roll over onto his side and was facing the back of the couch.  Turning back to Jill, Alexia nodded at Jill’s explanation of why it was a solo effort and not a squad.

"Do you want a coffee before you start?" Alexia asked, figuring that making a coffee would do two things, relax Jill and wake Alfred up with the smell of brewing coffee.  If he didn’t wake up after that Alexia would try shaking his shoulder and then poking him in the ribs.

Suddenly more conscious of the fact that both Ashfords were still wearing the clothes they’d had on the night before, Alexia wondered if they’d be allowed to get changed into something clean.  Alexia filed that thought away for later, first things first, coffee.

Ashfords at Large

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Birds chirped in the heat and she stood on the front steps trying to decide what to say. At this point she didn’t think there was a whole lot to say, so instead she knocked. Three sharp raps against the heavy wood door. Then she stepped back and waited.

Her weapon was readily visible on her right thigh where she preferred it. Jill made sure her BSAA identification was also easily seen. No point in making them nervous. Or at least any more than they already might be. Hands went into the pockets of her cargo pants, pale blue shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The Director made sure they were home before approaching. All she could do now was hope it went easily.

Alexia woke up to the sound of birds chirping away in one of the neighbour’s trees.  Swinging her feet over the side of the cot, Alexia looked around the lab.  It was tidier than it had been in months.  No files strewn around the table.  Nothing on the floor.  Alfred had convinced her that if it was going to be taken from her anyway it was better if it was taken in an order.

Opening the lab door, she saw Alfred had fallen asleep on the couch, laptop in his arms.  Sighing, Alexia walked behind him and gently pried the laptop out of his grasp.  Knowing that he liked to slide it under the couch when he wasn’t using it, Alexia put it under there then went to make herself some orange juice.  Glancing at the clock, Alexia saw it was close to midday.  Deciding to try and make some toast, Alexia put some bread in the toaster and poured out some orange juice.  Gulping it down, Alexia heard someone knocking on the door.  Popping the bread out of the toaster so it wouldn’t burn unattended, Alexia walked over to the door and took the chain off.  Unlocking it, Alexia opened it to find Jill stood outside.

Alexia’s eyes took in everything at once.  The handgun on Jill’s thigh, the fact she was alone, the identification badge.  Alexia stepped back from the door, this wasn’t something she’d ever imagined happening.  All of her thoughts about potential arrest at the BSAA’s hands had involved Chris Redfield and a dozen similarly strong men bursting through her door and subduing the Ashford’s with as much force as was legal.  Then again, she’d never imagined waking up to find someone stood in her lab doorway with a gun and a pile of files in their hand.

"Would you like to come in?" Alexia asked, slightly louder than was necessary.  She was trying to wake Alfred up, it’d be easier on everyone if he came around of his own accord.  Alexia was thankful she hadn’t been the one still asleep.  Nothing short of an earthquake could wake her up sometimes.

Complete Coincidence [Ashford Twins/Agent]

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Alexia stared at the cup on Conor’s tray.  The man certainly knew what he wanted out of a cup of coffee.  It looked delicious.

"I’m sure." Alexia answered.  "Just thinking about whether I could persuade my brother to make one like that."  As the cashier ran their drinks up, Alexia slipped her purse out of her pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill.  The cashier smiled at her as she handed Alexia the change.

Alexia followed Conor as he headed for one of the tables near the window.  It was a good view of the car park and the road with a few independent stores in the distance.  Alexia could see her Mini gleaming in the sun.

"So, Conor, do you usually have your coffee like that?" Alexia asked, her abysmally poor attempt at starting a conversation.

"Only when someone else is buying."

A goofy grin as he pulled the straw into his mouth, biting down on it a bit and he sucked down the overly sweet concoction  Cold ebbed at the corners of his vision, a brain freeze coming on. He slowed down, forcing him self to set the cup on the table and fold his arms across his chest to control himself.

"So what, your brother is like a baker or something?"

Alexia smiled, showing a small amount of her front teeth behind her top lip.  At least Conor wasn’t one of those people who only ever brought the same kind of coffee and invariably had it strong with nothing in it other than boiling water.

"He dabbles." Alexia started explaining, "He likes to try cooking and baking loads of different things." Which Alexia was grateful for, considering she was known to ruin instant ramen by overcooking it.  "What about you?  Do you do much in the kitchen?"  Even if all Conor did in the kitchen was load a microwave, it was bound to be more than Alexia could accomplish, unless people liked their food burnt with a side order of fire.

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