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?"
"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.