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As one of the two people from Security assigned to the mansion, it was easy enough to commandeer the train from the engineeer on duty. After placing the case in the storage closet, he drove the train up to the mansion, then opened the trapdoor to the undercarriage. He unplugged the connections and disconnected the train from the third rail, then went into the storage compartment to retrieve his prize.

The next thing he knew, he woke up on the train, surrounded by Alice, One, One's goons, and some other guy he didn't know, heading back to the Hive—only he didn't remember who he was.

Fucking computer, she moved too quickly. And why did she gas the house and the train station, anyhow?

But it didn't matter.

Spence remembered everything now.

"Spence?"

He turned to look at Alice.

Then he looked over at the table where she'd left Melendez's Colt.

Did Alice remember everything?

Did it matter?

They both went for the pistol at the same time.

Spence was just a bit faster.

"Tsk tsk tsk," he said, pointing the weapon at Alice as she got up from the flooded floor, having fallen in her abortive attempt to retrieve the Colt Spence was now holding. Then he pointed the gun at Addison to make sure he didn't try anything, then back at Alice. He didn't bother pointing it at Melendez. She wasn't a factor anymore.

"We can still make it out of here," he said. "Come with me. We can have everything we ever wanted. The money's just out there waiting—you wouldn't believe how much."

Alice gave him a look that he knew all too well. Even if she didn't have all her memory yet, her personality was definitely coming back to the fore.

Under other circumstances, Spence might've found it arousing.

"Was that how you thought all my dreams were gonna come true?"

Spence would have laughed, except Addison chose that moment to run down the stairs trying to make some kind of stupid hero play. That lasted right up until Spence shoved the Colt into his face.

"Please—I wouldn't want to shoot you." Spence smiled. "I might need the bullets." The smile fell. "Back off."

Addison backed off.

In a quiet voice, Alice said, "I won't take any part of this."

Spence had expected as much. "Okay. But you can't just wash your hands of everything. We work for the same company."

"I was trying to stop them."

So she did remember. Bully for her. "You really think people like him," he indicated Addison with the pistol, "will ever change anything? You're wrong. Nothing ever changes."

Her voice ragged, Melendez asked, "Where's the anti-virus?" Spence had to give her credit—she should've been long gone by now, but she was holding on for dear life. Literally.

Her question provoked another chuckle. More irony. "It's on the train, where you found me. You couldn't have been standing more than three feet from it. I so nearly made it out. Didn't realize that bitch of a computer had defense systems outside the Hive." He turned to Alice. "In or out?"

She said nothing.

He repeated the query. "In or out?"

"I don't know what we had," she finally said, "but it's over."

All they had was great sex. And, great as great sex was, it was easy enough to find elsewhere.

Then he felt a body on his back and pain slicing into his left shoulder.

Pointing the gun behind him, he took three shots at the zombie in the gut. That knocked the figure off. Turning around, splashing water as he did so, he then shot the zombie—whom he recognized as Dr. Bolt, one of the people developing the virus—in the head.

Addison, being just that kind of asshole, decided to try to take advantage. He jumped Spence from behind, but Spence elbowed him in the head, and he fell down into the water.

Before Alice could try something similar, he raised the Colt again.

"Back! Back the fuck off."

He moved slowly backwards up the stairs. Alice moved right with him, staring at him with those fucking blue eyes of hers.

Those same eyes that he looked into when they took their "wedding picture," and thought that she'd