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a millimeter short of his cornea. The blow would kill him, after all, and Alice had no interest in killing a young man who was just doing his job. Besides, his wife was expecting a baby, and it wasn’t fair to her.

Instead, she coldcocked him.

Two orderlies came out of nowhere to subdue her.

She subdued them in about two and a half seconds.

Then she grabbed Isaacs’s arm.

Him, she wanted to kill. But, no, that wasn’t fair—if he died, he couldn’t begin to pay for what he’d done to her.

So she broke his arm. Let him feel pain for a while. It would start to compensate for the pain she’d suffered at his and Cain’s hands.

Then she threw him headfirst into the tank she’d been held in.

A Taser dart hit her bare flesh and sent thousands of volts through her system.

She laughed. It tickled.

They had made her too good. So good that they couldn’t stop her.

Ripping out the Taser dart, she threw it right back at the guard who had fired it.

He did not laugh. It didn’t tickle him—though it did leave him insensate on the floor.

The other technicians, orderlies, and scientists fled the lab.

They were smart.

Down the hall, Alice knew—she wasn’t sure how, but she knew—that a guard named Daellanbach was watching her on a surveillance camera and screaming into a telephone.

“This is Central, request immediate backup, maximum response. Nemesis experiment is loose—repeat, Nemesis exp—”

Alice wanted him to stop talking.

So he stopped, falling to the ground, nose bleeding, screaming in agony as something sliced through his mind.

Facing no resistance whatsoever, she left the lab and walked toward the front door. She was in Umbrella’s corporate headquarters in San Francisco, which she now knew was where they’d relocated after the Raccoon City disaster.

She also knew that some friends were waiting for her in a parking lot outside, because she could feel the presence of one of those friends.

Angie Ashford.

Even though she had remained with Carlos and Jill, who were now fugitives, they had risked showing up here, because Angie knew that Alice would be here today.

Sure enough, an SUV was parked where she expected it to be. Carlos was driving, with Jill and Angie in the back.

“Where you been?” Jill said with a smirk. “We’ve been waiting all night.”

“You took a big risk coming here,” Alice said as she got into the shotgun seat next to Carlos.

“We like to live dangerously,” Carlos said. “Angie said you’d be here, so we came. We figure you’re worth the risk.”

“Assuming,” Jill added, “you can still do all those nice magic tricks you did in Raccoon City.”

“And more,” Alice said quietly.

Umbrella had thought that when they managed to cover up the Raccoon City disaster, it was over.

They were wrong.

Several lifetimes ago, Alice had approached Lisa Broward about revealing the existence of the T-virus to the general public in hopes of discrediting the Umbrella Corporation and forcing it to face up to its illegal, immoral activities.

Now Lisa was dead, Raccoon City had been destroyed, and Umbrella still rolled merrily along, believed by all and sundry to be a benevolent corporation.

Alice’s determination to change that had only grown.

And the tools with which she would do it were the very enhanced abilities that Umbrella and its scientists had given her.

For them, the nightmare had just begun.

NOT THE END…

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