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Hesitating, Evan followed Scott to the platform. "You don't get out much, do you? You don't have a floor plan of this facility, because this isn't a facility. Well, not anymore. It used to be..not one of Umbrella's." He added hurriedly. "They added this part of the building after the initial building was abandoned. Funny enough, it used to be a hospital."

His thoughts veered off in another direction: their next means of travel. "Will, is the chopper ready? We need to get out of here, fast." It may have only been a few Cleaners and two Hunters so far, but with Wesker's track record, it wasn't likely he'd let Evan and Scott get away so easily. Evan was sure of it.

Scott blushed slightly. "I guess the fact that I haven't been to very many locales is obvious isn't it? Maybe when we escape we can exchange life stories though, now let's ge-"

Suddenly an intense pain flashed through Scotts stomach, a feeling like having a car ram into him. Clutching his stomach he almost fell over, his gun fell from his hand. After a few seconds the pain subsided and Scott slowly got up. His pain was obvious on his face, and he groaned slightly. Finally the pain completely subsided. He knelt down and retrieved his gun, silently thanking William for the adravil, without it the pain would have been to intense. Slowly he stood again, "We have to hurry, I need that antidote now..."

William smirked, "I won't remind you again it's William, not Will. As for the psychos... they volunteered. What more can I say? Most people would do this on favors or loads of cash, both I have, but this should be a more eventful ride." William had lost visual with Scott and Evan once they left the train, but he was monitoring the two nutjobs. WHat drives a person to do this? If not money, then only two thing remain. Revenge... and balls, large hairy balls. He was fairly certain neither of the two pilots had balls. So it must be Revenge.

Great. Evan's expression turned grim. He may as well utter his dying breath now. Of all the possible people, William had to have chosen Mr. Death himself. Not only that, but the arguable rookie and Mr. Death-wannabe. Evan didn't even want to know how much it had taken to hire these two: whatever it was, it was much more than it would have cost some rookie pilot...even the late Brad Vickers would have done it for less money than former U.B.C.S. operative "Hunk", and the newcomer "Destiny".

Evan stumbled forward through the lashing winds of the rotor blades, coming up to the helicopter slowly. He laughed out loud, although the sound was drowned out by the 'copter. I guess this is God's repayment for what I've done, eh?.

Hauling on the heavy door of the 'copter, Evan drew it open. Multitudes of tiny, flickering lights shone from within, giving the small fuselage an eerie feeling. Evan didn't even speak a word to the pilots. Frankly, he didn't want to. With these two, any comment that they didn't like might get you killed. And that wasn't something Evan could risk...yet.

Destiny turned around in her seat to look at their new passengers. She raised the visor of her helmet and grinned impishly at them as they entered. "Mornin' fellas." She said in an indistinguishable accent. "We'll be yer chauffers fer today, so please sit down, buckle up, hang on and enjoy the ride. If yah require anythin', such as refreshments, don't be afraid to ask this gent'man right here." She lightly slapped the shoulder of the man in the pilot seat beside her as she finished. Her voice was thick with sardonic humour. Having finished welcoming them on, she turned around again.

HUNK didn't respond to the passengers coming in, and the only motion he made when Destiny smacked his shoulder was to slightly turn his head in the direction. He seemed to pay no attention to what was going on behind him, instead focusing on checking and adjusting various switches and controls.

Smirking to herself, Destiny began adjusting controls herself, but didn't reply. Her gloved hands and exposed fingers moved quickly and expertly over the switches and buttons. Everynow and then she'd call something over to HUNK that was lost in the thumping roar of the rotors. He only sometimes nodded in response. Pulling the visor back over her eyes, and grinning once more, Destiny turned to look over her shoulder.

"Now, if yer all ready, we'll be takin' off. Please make sure yer seats are in the upright position and that all loose objects are properly secured."

HUNK took the que and gripped the stick handle that was placed between his knees. Without checking to see if everyone was ready in the back, he lifted the 'copter into the air. It hovered a couple of feet over the ground for a second, then took off at an angle, gaining altitude and moving forward at a steady climb.

William didn't like the word 'jacked.' It sounded too primitive, but it was the best word he could use to describe what he did to the frequency all the current occupants of the helicopter were using, it was a secure frequency. William spoke monotonous, as if like a flight attendant, "Our estimated time of arrival is 6:30pm, a 5 hour flight is expected. There will be no in flight movie, or drinks. We hope you enjoy riding Umbrella air-lines, and hope you come back for your return flight, thank you." William laughed, and conitnued to type away at his godly program.