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Ashfords at Large

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meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred just stared at Alexia, barely believing she could be that cold.  After everything they’d been through, both on their own and together, she was still making the exact same mistakes.  Once Jill was out of earshot and on her phone, Alfred glared at Alexia.

"What are you doing?" Alfred demanded, keeping his voice low so as not to attract attention.

"What does it look like I’m doing?  I’m trying to protect you."

"It looks like you’re trying to send me away again." Alfred spat back.  It had been hard enough the first time, when he was ten.

"For your own protection.  Unless you haven’t noticed we’re probably heading into a warzone."

"You think I like the idea of being sat behind a desk whilst you could be dying in a ditch?" Alfred snarled, knowing that if the positions had been reversed, if he’d spoken first and not Alexia he’d have done the exact same thing.

"I’m not as easy to kill as you are, remember?"

"What happens when they decide that actually a bioweapon working for them isn’t such a hot idea after all?" Alfred said, knowing that Alexia had a point.  If she got bitten by a zombie, so long as it was infected with something containing the tyrant virus, the worst that would happen would be she’d be in a hospital sickbed for a while.  If it was him, there was really only one outcome.  The morgue.

"Because they’re not just getting me as a bludgeon to batter BOWs with, they probably want a cure as much as I do if not more."

Alfred knew it was a losing battle.  Once Alexia had it in her mind to do something nothing would change her mind.  He’d tried once before, the aftermath to that discussion plain for those who knew their pasts to see.

"Then why not take me with you?  They probably need people to handle office stuff as much as the DSO." Alfred said, knowing the battle of wills was already lost.  Alexia wasn’t going to back down.

"Because if you’re in the DSO, maybe Hunnigan could protect you."  Alexia made it sound so simple.

"And who’s protecting me if Hunnigan gets arrested?  You know, for harbouring a known war criminal?"

"Manuela."

"There is no way I am ever going to be going back there Alexia, bad plan." Alfred said, punctuating each word so it struck home.  Manuela may have made a lot of very positive changes, but to Alfred there was only one thing Rockfort Island could ever be, a reminder of his mistakes.

"Well hopefully it won’t come to that."

As the seatbelt sign came back on Alfred looked away from Alexia, resigned to the fact that she had clearly made her mind up.  Alfred would have an easier time fighting a tyrant armed only with a kitchen knife than he would if he tried to change her mind.  Alfred glanced over at Jill, who seemed to be putting on a calm demeanor for what was a stressful event.

Landing gear ground into place as she latched her seat belt.  They’d be on the ground shortly.  Right now she wasn’t entirely sure how she could handle the situation.  Alexia was possibly a danger and her Agents wouldn’t know how to deal with her except by force if anything happened.  Right now she didn’t think it would, but being in the business this long taught her to not reply on luck for things to go right.

She also had no way of knowing who the DSO sent.  If it were Kennedy, life would be a little easier.  If not, well, whoever was there probably wasn’t going to like her very much.

Redfield could live with that.

More attacks on US soil.  This is getting more and more frequent.  It needed to stop.

Jill scrubbed her face with her hands.  Old.  That’s how she felt lately, just old.

Tires bumped against the runway and she waited for them to taxi to their required destination.  Hopefully their ride was there already.

Alexia put her seatbelt on in silence, thinking about what Alfred had said.  As much as she had made that decision to protect Alfred, she wasn’t blind to the fact that it was also a smack in the face for him.  Alexia knew a lot of Alfred’s past issues stemmed from being abandoned at such a young age.  They’d killed their father together, then Alexia had just left him to his fate.  Even if what she was doing was the right decision, it was also reopening old wounds.

Alexia wondered what would happen when they touched down.  She knew that really, if she wanted that sort of information, she should be asking Jill.  But Jill looked like she was busy dealing with the crisis at hand, not the best time to ask what would probably sound like really stupid questions.

Alexia lapsed back into her usual method of thinking over something.  Visualise the worst case scenario and the best case scenario.  Best case scenario, the plane touches down, a BSAA agent who has no idea of the Ashford’s history meets them and gets them away from the biohazard.  Worst case scenario, the plane touches down, Chris Redfield shows up and then Alexia would have to go through the biohazard area with him.

Alexia didn’t think either were very likely.  Whoever came to collect them would presumably be briefed on their background.  Chris may or may not be there, but Alexia doubted she’d be going anywhere near a combat zone, she was a civilian for the moment.  The BSAA were probably as scared of her as she was of Chris.

The landing was abrupt, not too harsh but definitive.  The seatbelt sign went out and one of the crew members opened the door.  Seeing Jill gathering her things together, Alexia picked up Sneeze’s cage and her bag, the novels safely stored away.  When the DSO took Alfred, Alexia was going to make sure Sneeze went with him.  Alexia wondered what or who would be waiting for them on the runway.

Just for the Weekend [open starter]

hxnnigan:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred smiled at the thought of Alexia with a cat.  He hadn’t noticed a cage, but then he had been running around the house like a headless chicken trying to find his laptop charger.  Hunnigan could have walked in with a nuclear bomb or Oswell Spenser’s severed head under her arm and Alfred wouldn’t have noticed.

As Hunnigan handed the leash to Alfred, he looked down at Skadi.  No way he’d be able to keep her under control for long if she was used to commands in German.  Alfred only knew scraps of German and doubted that Hunnigan used ‘Give me Luger ammo now!’ as a command for anything.  For the moment Skadi was content just to sniff at Alfred’s shoes and the hem of his trousers, so Alfred kept a grip on the leash that wasn’t tight but equally wasn’t so relaxed that Skadi could just bolt and run off with it trailing along behind her.  Alfred just watched Skadi with a smile on his face while he waited for Hunnigan to return.

  After she finished in the bathroom, face clean and hair rearranged, she went into the small convenience store attached to the restrooms and bought a bag of jerked meat. No seasonings other than the curing salt. Making her way back to the car, Skadi spotted her before she saw either of them. 

  Opening up the bag, she pulled a piece of the jerky out and held it out for Skadi to see. Skadi immediately sat her rump down, attention full on the piece of meat being offered to her in exchange for such an action.

     ”You were a good girl for Alfred, right?” The dog gave her a blank look, jaw slightly open, tongue lulled to one side. Ingrid tossed the small bit of beef towards the dog, who in turn jumped up from her position and caught it in her jaws. Chewing it for a moment before looking back up expecting a second piece. And third, and— why didn’t Ingrid just give her the whole bag?

     ”Alright. Everyone pile back in.” She held her hand up, then signaled Skadi to get into the back seat. “Einsteigen.” Her German was choppy, rough. Ingrid was learning it just as much as the dog was. 

  She closed the door behind the dog, then circled around the vehicle to the driver’s seat and slid in. Pulling her own door closed, she looked over to Alfred.

     ”Ready?”

Alfred smiled as Skadi wolfed down the entire bag of jerky before walking calmly to the car, climbing onto the back seat and curling up on the back seat.  Alfred wondered how long it would take for Skadi to fall asleep.

Sitting down in the passenger seat and buckling himself in, Alfred looked over to Ingrid.  ”Ready.” Alfred answered with a smile.  As Ingrid drove onto the highway again Alfred looked behind him at Skadi.

"She’s beautiful.  How long have you had her?" Alfred asked as Skadi yawned and then put her head down on the blanket and looked at Alfred with tired eyes.  He didn’t think it would take her long to fall asleep again.  Alfred wondered how Alexia was getting on with Ingrid’s cat, hopefully she’d be curled up on the couch with a book and not working in the lab.  Alexia needed a break as much as Alfred did.  Looking at the road ahead, Alfred wondered what Ingrid’s parent’s house was like.

Places Alexia Has Fallen Asleep:

  • On her desk
  • On the floor of her lab
  • On the floor of the living room
  • On the stairs
  • On Alfred’s lap whilst watching TV
  • On the sofa
  • On the cot in her lab
  • On the steering wheel of her car after parking up outside her house and tossing the keys onto the passenger seat.

Places Alexia Has Not Fallen Asleep:

  • The kitchen
  • The bathroom
  • Alfred’s bedroom
  • Her bedroom
  • The garden
  • The garage

complete-x-obedience:

bigbythewolfsheriff:

buildabitchworkshop:

nerdjpg:

legalization of wealthy dolphins!

moms against the protection of furries

Christians for underprivileged racism…

lovely the war on other peoples childeren

Alfred:  ’Christians for the endangered dolphins.’ … what are the dolphins eating Christians now?

Alexia:  ’Christians for underprivileged dolphins’ … dolphins need to check their privilege, seriously.

Mun:  The war on white dolphins … wonderful

(Source: my-little-mod-blog)

Ashfords at Large

the-director-is-in:

I have no power over how the DSO chooses to treat anyone.”  In the end, at least for now, Jill had very little sway with how the DSO did much of anything.  If she had her way about it, that would be changing, and soon.

The Director looked between the two of them.  Alfred seemed surprised and she didn’t know if he’d go for it in the end.  Stepping back so they could discussing it among themselves, she went back to her phone.

Snippets of conversations could be heard, but much of it was done in a rushed mutter.  No way to avoid Chris now.  He would likely be enroute to the outbreak, especially since she would be obviously headed there herself.

Eyes flicked to the twins and she shook her head to herself. He’d just have to control his temper.  With a deep breathe she called her husband and stepped to the back of the plane.

Another conversation, this one more urgent, words stressed emphatically here and there.  After what felt like an eternity, she hung up.  As expected, he’d be there.  Maybe before she was.

Moving to the cockpit, she touched base with the pilot.  Getting the information she needed, she stopped even with the twins once again.

"We land in an hour.  Maybe a bit less.  We have a good tail wind."

Alfred just stared at Alexia, barely believing she could be that cold.  After everything they’d been through, both on their own and together, she was still making the exact same mistakes.  Once Jill was out of earshot and on her phone, Alfred glared at Alexia.

"What are you doing?" Alfred demanded, keeping his voice low so as not to attract attention.

"What does it look like I’m doing?  I’m trying to protect you."

"It looks like you’re trying to send me away again." Alfred spat back.  It had been hard enough the first time, when he was ten.

"For your own protection.  Unless you haven’t noticed we’re probably heading into a warzone."

"You think I like the idea of being sat behind a desk whilst you could be dying in a ditch?" Alfred snarled, knowing that if the positions had been reversed, if he’d spoken first and not Alexia he’d have done the exact same thing.

"I’m not as easy to kill as you are, remember?"

"What happens when they decide that actually a bioweapon working for them isn’t such a hot idea after all?" Alfred said, knowing that Alexia had a point.  If she got bitten by a zombie, so long as it was infected with something containing the tyrant virus, the worst that would happen would be she’d be in a hospital sickbed for a while.  If it was him, there was really only one outcome.  The morgue.

"Because they’re not just getting me as a bludgeon to batter BOWs with, they probably want a cure as much as I do if not more."

Alfred knew it was a losing battle.  Once Alexia had it in her mind to do something nothing would change her mind.  He’d tried once before, the aftermath to that discussion plain for those who knew their pasts to see.

"Then why not take me with you?  They probably need people to handle office stuff as much as the DSO." Alfred said, knowing the battle of wills was already lost.  Alexia wasn’t going to back down.

"Because if you’re in the DSO, maybe Hunnigan could protect you."  Alexia made it sound so simple.

"And who’s protecting me if Hunnigan gets arrested?  You know, for harbouring a known war criminal?"

"Manuela."

"There is no way I am ever going to be going back there Alexia, bad plan." Alfred said, punctuating each word so it struck home.  Manuela may have made a lot of very positive changes, but to Alfred there was only one thing Rockfort Island could ever be, a reminder of his mistakes.

"Well hopefully it won’t come to that."

As the seatbelt sign came back on Alfred looked away from Alexia, resigned to the fact that she had clearly made her mind up.  Alfred would have an easier time fighting a tyrant armed only with a kitchen knife than he would if he tried to change her mind.  Alfred glanced over at Jill, who seemed to be putting on a calm demeanor for what was a stressful event.

Random Facts Meme

 

Tagged by: hxnnigan 

Give us five random things about yourself and tag ten of your followers!

  1. I like to cook my toast until it’s almost burnt so it’s nice and crunchy - though I don’t mind too much if my toast does end up burnt.
  2. I have far too many books.  Seriously, there are more books in my room than there is shelf space.  Most of them are therefore stashed in boxes under my bed.
  3. I don’t actually need time to ‘come around’ in the morning.  Once my eyes open, I’m awake.  In the same way once my head hits a pillow in the evening I’m asleep.
  4. Seeing running water is stupidly relaxing for me.
  5. Fountain pens are stupidly comfortable to write with.

tagging:   aside from hxnnigan’s list, ;cause I doubt everyone wants like five of these in their tags: reddeadnurse, pierssureshotnivans,friendlyneighborhoodhelmethead, chaosborne, bigbythewolfsheriff, frailhumanityme and anyone else who feels like joining in

(Source: emeraldapadiel)

Complete Coincidence [Ashford Twins/Agent]

friendlyneighborhoodhelmethead:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alexia smirked at Conor’s description of straitjackets.  Deciding that a little of the truth couldn’t hurt, she spoke up.  ”Neither, I just used to work for a company that didn’t know what ethics were.  They’re long gone now.”  Alexia didn’t think it would be a good idea coming out with it and naming the company as Umbrella, it would be impossible for Conor to not know of them.

Leaning back in her seat, Alexia smiled, though it was a sad smile as opposed to a happy one.  ”I don’t miss the company, they sure as hell wouldn’t have missed me.”  Alexia hoped that was true, the thought of her own past made her skin crawl but it was what it was.  Unchangable now, the most she could do was alter her present and make the future as different to her past as she could.

  Nodded his head, as if she was looking for agreement from him.
     ”Fuck ‘em.” His elegance with the English language left something to be desired that was to be sure, but his intent was pure. It came by him naturally and he meant it. Lifting his cup, he punctuated his statement with a loud sucking noise as he vacuumed the final bit of liquid out of the bottom of the cup. Conor dropped the cup to the table top and looked back to her. “I mean it, fuck ‘em. They obviously didn’t know what they had so, fuck ‘em.”

Alexia smiled at Conor’s statement.  Crass as it was, it was emotion.  Pure, raw emotion.  Not disguised in pretty words and flowery language.  ”Employers eh, can’t live with ‘em.  Stupidly hard to live without ‘em.” Alexia quipped, smiling broadly.

Seeing Conor’s cup was empty, Alexia wondered if this was the moment they were meant to part.

"Did you like it?" Alexia asked, figuring that she’d let Conor decide when the conversation was over and make the first move.  She was in no rush to leave.

PSA

Just so as you all know, if you tag stuff for me with the tag “meet the ashford twins” tumblr likes to eat it.  It’ll tell me there’s a new item in the tag but then not show me it.  For other people’s convenience, plus because its quicker to type, I also follow the tag ashfordtwins so there’s always another option :)

Dazed and Confused| College AU

hxnnigan:

projectjillvalentine:

 

More people were arriving out at the field, doubling the noise which her pounding head did not appreciate. She distanced herself from everyone, having spotted a tree that would not only give seclusion, but also some shade from the bright sun up above. There was not a single cloud in the sky, she is bound to suffer for the rest of the day it seems.

 

Even though the other female didn’t look to be in the best of states at the current time, Jill still wished to introduce herself as it was important to make sure she had at least one person to rely on, other than herself. Was it really friendship she was after? She didn’t know, but perhaps it could stem into that if she played her cards right.

  Ingrid scoffed at the comment.

     ”Princess? How I wish—then I wouldn’t have to worry about the parking fee. I know the first week does not require parking passes but still…” The math lined up in her head. Rent was six-fifty, her books were going to total four-sixty, she had restocked the house the previous day for a bill of two-thirty and that parking pass would be fifty-three. 

  If she skipped on her club fee and joined late, she could swing the money. Moving over to the counter, she quickly dumped a spoonful of sugar into her cup.

     ”I like to keep the stirrer in the cup so I can stir it again later. I really hate when the sugar collects at the bottom. Same with the cocoa.” Cocoa was a Winter thing. The few weeks before break, she got a little homesick and somehow throwing some powdered hot cocoa into her coffee helped ease the edge. It also distressed her while she was up eighteen and twenty hours straight. Snapped the lid back on the container, then twisted the bag tightly, tucking the edges back under the bulk of the bag. 

     ”I have to work late tonight. Michelle is sick, so I’m covering for her.” Her eyes went unconsciously to the bright orange flyer tacked to the bulletin board near the door. She had a problem not grabbing flyers. This one read

                                                  BIG BASH
                                        Welcome back party
          9pm-whenever you go home!! byob—and some extra to share!!
                 live bands                  dancing                  pool for a keg

  Ingrid pat her hair down once more before she followed Circe out the door. 

As Alexander’s car pulled up in the parking lot Alexia was already out the car and grabbing her bag from the back seat.  Alfred had ridden in the front passenger seat, knowing that Alexia hated being anywhere near her father.  Alexia started walking away without even saying goodbye, knowing Alfred would be right on her heels.  As she heard the car drive away she slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out her schedule.  She was meant to have been here ten minutes ago to tutor someone on Chemistry.  Her guidance councillor had set it up after she’d fallen asleep in four different classes.  The only reason she hadn’t just been failed then and there was because even though she’d been asleep her assignments had always scored at least eighty percent so she was effectively being given a second chance in exchange for a little community service.

Stopping at a coffee machine in the hall Alexia popped in some quarters and selected the strongest coffee they had, deliberately selecting to have it as hot as possible.  As the coffee started to pour into the styrofoam cup Alexia waited for Alfred to catch her up.

"So, what’s your schedule today?" Alexia asked as she waited for the machine to finish dispensing coffee.

"English, Art, Math, Physics and Gym." Alfred answered as the machine finished vending.  Alexia grabbed the cup and downed the contents in one gulp.  "You really shouldn’t do that, it isn’t healthy for you."  Alexia checked her watch as she went to put the cup in the bin.

"Damn, I’m already late for my tutoring session." Alexia said as she grabbed her things, still holding onto the empty cup.

"Erm, do you mind if I have that?" Alfred asked, pointing to the cup, "There’s a prize if the cards printed on it form a hand."  Alexia glanced at the cup.  On the front were printed four cards.  Shrugging, Alexia tossed the cup to Alfred as she started to run in the direction of the library.  "Hey!  I got a full house!" Alfred cheerfully called after her.

"That’s good Alfie!" Alexia shouted back before she rounded the corner and darted down the stairs, keeping a tight hold on her belongings.  Slowing down just before she got into the library, she took a quick look around.  Seeing someone lying across three chairs, she assumed he was either Conor or knew him.  "Excuse me, are you Conor?" Alexia asked.  Being late to their first session, not an ideal first impression.

Nowhere Woman

reddeadnurse:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alfred shook his head, “Haven’t had to use a gun for years, but our father had us taught how to use them.” Alfred explained.  ”It’s a lot like riding a bike though, you never really forget how to do it.”  Seeing Alexia go for a Walther, Alfred made sure there was enough ammo for her to pack into magazines before putting a box of it in his pocket.

Just thinking of his father was bringing bad memories to the surface of Alfred’s mind.  Alfred could still remember the last time he’d seen his father.  It hadn’t ended well.

"Considering the front door isn’t opening, we need to head around the building." Alfred explained, seeing the look on Lisa’s face.  She was scared and Alfred didn’t blame her.  He’d be scared if he was in her place.  "There’s another exit on the other side of the building.  Hopefully it’ll still open."  Alfred knew there was a third exit that went underground.  On Rockfort it had led off to the mansion on the hill.  Here, Alfred had no idea if it existed or where it would lead.  As if realising what it would take for them to get there, Alexia headed for the door, gun at the ready.

"Ready to go?" Alfred asked Lisa, "We’ll cover you if anything happens, don’t worry."

"Y-yeah, I’m ready. I should be fine though…I’ve got my knives…" Lisa attempted to smile at Alfred, but she wasn’t sure if it turned out. After finding the doctors body, the hospital changing, and how the twins were acting in this strange place…

She waited for Alfred and Alexia to move first, content to let the two lead. After all, they seemed to know where they were. She was clueless.

As they moved out of the room, Lisa stuck close to Alexia. Even if Alfred had seemed to calm down, he’d still frightened her.

"How big is this area, do you know?" she asked.

Alexia covered the door as Alfred opened it.  As one they went through and turned to check each side of the corridor.  Empty and silent.  Which was still disconcerting in its own right.

"It’s big, but we should be able to get through quickly." Alfred answered, turning his head around slightly and seeing Lisa closer to Alexia.  He had the layout of the Training Centre pretty much memorized, he just hoped nothing had changed.  The quickest way out other than the main entrance was to go upstairs to the second floor, turn right in the corridor and head through the door into the garage, then get down to the first floor level inside the garage and out through the doors there.  It should lead to a courtyard and another door that went back to the area outside the main entrance.  The only other routes were to go around the building and through the command centre at the back then to the garage or through the basement and then the garage.

"Were there any other flashlights in that room?" Alexia asked, reminding Alfred that they were still using their pocket ones.  With the corridor safe for now, Alfred ducked back into the room and had a look, quickly returning with two flashlights, a simple handheld one and one designed to swivel the light around so it could be placed in a pocket and keep the user’s hands free.  Alfred didn’t need one, his gun came with one mounted to the underside of the barrel.

"Okay, which one do you want Lisa?" Alfred asked, letting her have first choice.  Holding them both out in front of him, the plain flashlight in his left hand, the pocket one in his right, Alfred waited for Lisa to make her decision.

Ashfords at Large

the-director-is-in:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alexia watched as the uniformed woman passed her, a discreet nod at her and Alfred as the woman headed for the director.  Her hair reminded Alexia a lot of Hunnigan.  Alexia wondered how Hunnigan was, she hadn’t seen her since Alexia had gone to her house and told her what was probably going to happen.

Seeing Jill standing up and looking in her direction, Alexia closed her book and nudged Alfred so he’d put his away too.  Otherwise he might not notice until Jill reached them, so engrossed was he in his book.

As soon as Jill said the word ‘outbreak’, Alexia could tell it was bad.  Her gut instinct was to wonder how bad it was, but some small part of her made her think it might not be a good idea to ask questions.  Chances were, there wasn’t much Alexia could do anyway.

"Are we heading there instead?" Alexia asked, unsure how exactly the BSAA would work with biohazard incidents.  The only thing she had to go on was how Umbrella would have handled it, and that wouldn’t be useful at all.  Somehow Alexia doubted Jill’s strategy would be to bomb the place and destroy all documentary evidence.  Still, Alexia was painfully aware she was just a civilian, worse an infected civilian.  While nobody would be at risk from Alexia’s T Veronica infection so long as her blood did not enter their bloodstream the last thing anyone would need would be Alexia mutating out of a unconscious sense of self preservation.

"We are," affirmed Jill.  "I imagine the DSO will be headed there as well."

The twins had options… they could stick with the BSAA or they could turn themselves over to the DSO.  She was pretty sure the DSO was going to be pissed they snagged the Ashfords out from under their nose.  But it wouldn’t be the first time the DSO didn’t like the way things got done.

In truth, they were about to have another one.  Jill wasn’t going to let Tall Oaks happen again.  Not if she could do anything about it.

A good number of people had received the vaccine for the C Virus.  But as with any vaccination, you had a number of people who felt it unneeded, even if just for the sake of argument.  Between them and the ones who the antibodies just wouldn’t work for, the same as with many other vaccines, there was still a good bit of the population that could potentially be infected.

"Whatever happens, I need you to follow orders.  Unless you want to go with the DSO, which you can do if you choose.  If you choose to stay with the BSAA, then you will be expected to follow orders like anyone else."  Everyone except Jones maybe.  If that girl followed an order correctly Jill might die of shock.

There should be a unit reasonably close by, but she wasn’t entirely sure who it was.  Most of the smaller locations had a Captain running them and she didn’t think she’d ever been to this one before.  Oh well, things change.

Pulling out her phone she started dialing.  Time to mobilize. 

Alexia looked at the floor, weighing up her options in her head.  Alexia knew it would be a difficult situation.  The DSO meant Hunnigan and while they hadn’t parted on the best of terms the last time they’d met Alexia still thought of Hunnigan as her friend.  If both of the twins went with the BSAA then Hunnigan might consider that a betrayal of their friendship.

Equally, if both twins went to the DSO that would put Jill and the BSAA out.  They would have spared the Ashfords only to get nothing in return.  There was also the danger to consider.  The BSAA would be a risk for both of them, Alexia doubted they’d both have the luxury of doing desk jobs.  The thought of Alfred possibly ending up dead wasn’t a pleasant thought either.

The solution drifted into her head so easily that Alexia knew it was the right course of action.

"I’ll stay.  Alfred will go to the DSO." Alexia said.  As soon as the words were out of her mouth she could see Alfred in the corner of her eye looking horrified.  No doubt the same thought had crossed his mind in reverse.  Still Alexia knew it was the rational choice.  She was strong and had her infection keeping her reasonably safe.  Alfred on the other hand had no such safety net.  If he was infected with anything it would be the end of his life.

Alexia continued justifying her decision as Jill made her phone call.  Hunnigan could keep Alfred safe, keep him out of harms way and give him something useful to do.  It also wouldn’t mean Jill couldn’t use Alfred or Hunnigan use Alexia if they needed to work together.  It made sense to her.  Alexia just hoped that Jill would be okay with it.

Complete Coincidence [Ashford Twins/Agent]

friendlyneighborhoodhelmethead:

meet-the-ashford-twins:

Alexia could tell it was a sore subject for Conor.  Sounded like the man who’d put a price on Conor’s head was a tyrant and not one of the viral variety.

Alexia gave Conor a nod and what she hoped was a reassuring smile.  Listening patiently, Alexia was barely shocked when Conor told her about his surgery.  In a way she could understand what sort of things would drive someone to such an extreme solution.  It was a rational choice, and just the short amount of time Alexia had been around him had made her think that Conor wasn’t impulsive, he’d have thought long and hard about it.

"Has it helped?" Alexia asked simply.  She doubted there would be any way that Conor could view it as a negative though.  Having no memories hopefully would mean having no regrets.

     “I want to say yes?” His tone fished for answers, but it was obvious that he was not sure. “I guess that is kind of the catch 22 of it, isn’t it. I don’t remember what there was before the surgery so I can’t be sure that I didn’t loose anything good or precious. If I could remember, then I wouldn’t have the clean slate I’ve got now.”
  Conor shrugged, shoulders up around his ears a moment, before dropping them back down. He leaned on the table, folding her arms over themselves and drummed his fingers thoughtlessly.
     “I’m surprised you are taking this so well. Either you are actually an international spy and have seen all this and much worse or you are sure that I’m a crazy person and you’ve already notified the men in the white trucks with the fancy hug-me jackets.”

Alexia smirked at Conor’s description of straitjackets.  Deciding that a little of the truth couldn’t hurt, she spoke up.  ”Neither, I just used to work for a company that didn’t know what ethics were.  They’re long gone now.”  Alexia didn’t think it would be a good idea coming out with it and naming the company as Umbrella, it would be impossible for Conor to not know of them.

Leaning back in her seat, Alexia smiled, though it was a sad smile as opposed to a happy one.  ”I don’t miss the company, they sure as hell wouldn’t have missed me.”  Alexia hoped that was true, the thought of her own past made her skin crawl but it was what it was.  Unchangable now, the most she could do was alter her present and make the future as different to her past as she could.

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