"So what?" Adam asked when Sofia came out. "I remembered where I remember Cammy from."

"Oh?" Sofia wondered just how he remembered her.

"Yeah, she was some...this soldier or commando or something. Apparently that terrorist, Bison, he tried to convince her she was with him."

"Yes, that one way ov saying." She was about to ask how Adam felt about Cammy when he offered them himself. "She's very groovy lady." Sofia smiled at this, thinking that Adam didn't know or care about the whole story. "So she acceptable?"

"She didn't seem well." Adam shrugged. "Might be just me. How d'you know her by the way?"

"I help her," Sofia explained noncommittedly, "By doing so she help me. You have place to stay?"

"Uh," Adam paused for a moment, not wanting to put any pressure on her, "I'll find something. I'd like to help with this if I can." Sofia could tell he was sincere. "With it being her and all."

"How?"

Adam thought for a moment before shrugging. "Dunno. Come up with something I guess." He kicked himself mentally, realising how wrong that sounded. "I came here to help not knowing Cammy was here. I'd like to do what I can."

****

"I don't believe this." It was the first comment Jill had made about Travis, as they passed through security and headed for the plane. She looked again at the haircut he gave himself. All in all it wasn't a bad effort, and coupled with the facial hair being shaved off it did make him not as instantly recogniseable. The hair did bother her a little though, it wasn't slicked back, just left natural, but the resemblence was there.

"Ah don't give me that," Travis said. "It's meant to be Paul Bishop, not Wesker."

"Who?" Leon asked.

"An actor. He played a cop," Travis explained. "Come on, you think I would make myself look like that?"

"He has a point." Leon figured this would happen. "But hey, you know, if that Ada is in league with him and all..."

"Alright, that's enough." Travis could see it did bother Jill and stopped, greatful to see that their flight was a 747 and not one of the smaller planes. He'd flown on those a couple of times and the seats were really too small, even with the bodybuilding he was doing. The seating here was as large and comfortable as any lounge, just what they'd need for the trip to Japan.

****

Nancy smelled it too, the faint gumpowder of weapons being fired, diesel exhaust from the tanks and a slightly metallic odor as well, one she knew from experiance as blood. Even so there was an overwhelming sense of death about, death that Interpol had caused and, she hoped, their own deaths. "Seems like something straight out of Kim Possible." she commented to Rose, trying to make light of the situation even though her voice came out flat and serious. "Nah, the show isn't that messed up. Far too violent anyway." She scratched at something in her pocket uncomfortably. "I'll, ah, handle this if it's all the same to you."

****

"Rei." The girl heard Reiko pound on the door and growl for her, judging the wisdom of agreeing to help the young woman. She could understand why Reiko would come to her, after a fashion, and whatever the circumstances, whatever negative feelings Rei might have for her, they were related. Silently she rose to answer, seeing that Reiko had aquired items she thought they would need. Rei frowned at the beer, particularly when Reiko slammed one into her hand. "I wanted to thank you." Reiko dumped what she had, closed the door and raised a can herself.

"May I remind you that a child lives here."

Reiko took in Rei's quiet athority for about a second before using logic to debate the topic. "Who won't be home for a couple of hours. That woman who looks after you drinks doesn't she?"

"We are not talking about her."

Reiko pushed past her, crashing on the couch with the beer. Rei studied her, thinking just how diffirent they were. It bothered her that Reiko was older than she was, and the agressive, volitile attitude particularly made her uncomfortable.

"She can not know you are here."

Still, Reiko was trying to be very careful, so the least Rei could do was show the same patience towards her that she did for everyone else. "Yeah, sure, I'll clean up before she gets back." Reiko raised her head slightly at Rei. "Get me another beer would you?"

"This is unacceptable," Rei told her firmly, having had enough. "You came here because you said you need my help."

"So are you going to do something about it at all?" Reiko wanted to know. "I do need your help, but I'm not being told anything here."

"I am uncertain what to say." Rei paused, adding, "It is inconveniant for me to have you here."

"Is it?" Reiko asked.

"Yeah, well...tough." Rei knew Nancy kept several guns around the house, but for varying reasons did not think it wise to use force. "If you keep going to others for help you will not be able to live on your own." Rei watched as Reiko tilted her head a little, thinking, and wondered if that arguement might work.

"No arguement there," she agreed. "That's for damn sure." Reiko slipped off the couch.

"Can't help with that then tell me something else." Rei paused, waiting.

"You ever heard of something called a Blood Stone?"

"No." Rei wondered why Reiko thought she would know.

"Given who you...who we are I thought you might."

"I do not know of anything like that."

"What about your woman?" Reiko could see that Rei was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of searching for what Nancy knew. Before she could protest Reiko told her about the Blood Stone. "It's some seriously fucked up shit."

Even though Rei disliked the choice of language she couldn't help but agree. "Just look, you'd know better than I would." With a barely audiable sigh, Rei went up to Nancy's room to find that it was locked. She headed back downstairs to find that Reiko had fallen asleep on the couch. As innocent an act as it was it still bothered her, now she was stuck with the woman, not daring to wake her or try and move her.