"Umbrella reaches far and wide, unfortunately."
Before she had met Alexia, Ingrid was sure that everyone that worked for Umbrella was in it for money, power, salvation or some combination of the three. Learning of Alexia and by proxy, Alfred’s life had been, even working just off the fractured pieces of information she had put together— she realized that there was people born into Umbrella. They knew nothing other than what had been provided for them. Produced to be Umbrella pedigree, she now chose her words more carefully.
At Alexia’s latter comment, Ingrid lifted her brows as she sat up and pulled the binder into her lap.
"The Family… or what few of them that we’ve found so far." She ran a finger along the side of the binder, slipping it open and glancing at the slim accumulative informational papers inside. A few personal statements from Helena, some mysterious transactions Simmons had made in the year leading up to the attack and a few other graphs and lists. "Most of the Family has either fled the country or are buried rather well under the radar. It has been almost two years…" She slammed the binder shut and tossed it onto the table, it skidded lightly against the surface a short distance before coming to a stop. "And we are still just grasping at straws. We haven’t gotten a break in months, not a single lead."
Her frustration was overly obvious. She got up from her seat and went over to the stairs before turning back to Alexia.
"I’m going to make a cup of tea. Do you want anything? Coffee, juice, water… I think I even have some soda in there. Grabbed a bottle of Ginger Ale about a week ago for an upset stomach."
The stress from her work had been keeping her up late, night after night, and her body paid for it in the morning. She had woken up with a sour stomach several mornings in a row.
Alexia hung her head slightly at Ingrid’s mention of the fact that Umbrella still reached all around the world despite the fact that the company had gone under almost a decade ago. Alexia knew though bitter personal experience just how capable some of Umbrella’s old researchers were of worming their way into places. It had been astonishing to find some of them holed up on Rockfort, worse to find that the island was once again playing host to viral experiments. Alexia glanced at Hunnigan’s leg as she thought of that.
"How’s the thigh?" Alexia asked, though she could see Hunnigan had healed up well. In the end, Ingrid had even managed to offload Rockfort onto someone who’d be able to turn it around. The BSAA had had no interest in it other than bombing the new facility to kingdom come. What had been the prison complex had been levelled to the ground along with the remains of the Training Facility. Remarkably, the old Ashford Manor still stood intact, although the building was structurally unsafe.
On seeing Hunnigan look through the folder, Alexia’s curiousity was piqued. Glancing at the upside down pages, Alexia couldn’t read most of the small print, but she could see the colour photographs. Alexia hoped that Hunnigan would be able to take them down. Alexia vaguely wondered if Hunnigan could get the BSAA involved. While she wasn’t keen on having Captain Redfield kick her front door in, from the way Hunnigan was talking about ‘The Family’ it sounded to Alexia that they were exactly the kind of people who the Redfields would take an interest in bringing down.
"Just tap water thanks." Alexia said, standing up and following Ingrid out of the room. Hunnigan’s office was like Alexia’s lab. Alexia wouldn’t be comfortable with anyone other than Alfred being in there on their own, so she wasn’t going to hang around Hunnigan’s office on her own.
"I know I’m not supposed to ask about your work," Alexia began as she walked into the kitchen, "But are you hunting that group down on your own or can you get other agencies to help out?" Alexia knew just how destructive an obsession with work could be. She only had to look in a mirror to see the worst example of where obsession could go.