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Trixie Trixie had contacted Esa via the phone in Eve's office as soon as possible after her arrival. Midnight has since come and gone, but she remains in the building lounge, staring at the TV set and trying not to think about what she's been through. Someone, perhaps Eve, had brought her a robe and slippers to wrap up in while her clothing and armor are cleaned and stashed out of sight, and it looks more at home on her than her uniform. Just the same, it doesn't feel as familiar as it looks, at least to her. But no one should think to look for her here.

"Nothing looks good... it's all just the same news agency smear jobs against the F.B.C. and hokey bioterrorism dramas," Trixie murmurs, flipping through the channels. "Hollywood needs a clue..."
Esa Having received the phone call, Esa left where he was at and headed down to Terrasave. It was a short distance and he arrived within a few minutes. Heading toward the lounge, he steps inside and looks around quietly.

Spotting Trixie, he makes his way over to her and smiles. "Trix, you messaged?" He asks, sitting down beside her.
Trixie Trixie manages a weak smile when Esa joins her. "Hadn't expected you so soon, but it's still good to see you," she says softly, relieved by his presence. Her smile fades swiftly, however. "Look, things are getting hot for me... I got attacked by a merc with murder on his mind on my last patrol. It's a big part of why I'm here and not back at base. I mean, who would look for F.B.C. personnel at TerraSave?"
Esa Esa frowns a little at the news of being attacked. "Who was it exactly that attacked you?" He asks, glancing toward her quietly. He leans forward, hands clasping together as he looks to her with concern.
Trixie "Wellllllll... his dental records allowed us to identify him, and he worked for Guns For Hire... that merc group that's practically in Umbrella's pocket lately," Trixie replies. "Also connected to some Middle Eastern terrorist, but I couldn't get /that/ name. It's well above my pay grade."
Esa Esa nods slowly. "I see." He replies quietly as he leans back and sighs as he runs his hands over his face. "This have been getting too close to home lately." He says quietly, the frown still on his face. "If you want out, Trix.. I understand. I've been barred from leaving F.B.C. My contact has pulled their own strings to make sure I stay in." He tells her as he looks to her.
Trixie "But if /you/ can't get out, what kind of chance do /I/ have? I don't have any contacts, favors, or strings to pull," Trixie replies, hanging her head and hugging her elbows. "I probably pushed my luck all the way just getting to stay here for a couple days." She shivers and falls silent.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Esa," she says, after a long moment. "Your problems have got to be bigger than mine. I mean, it was just /one/ hitman..."
Esa Esa looks to her and shakes his head. "Trix, my problems are tiny compare to what just happened to you." He rests a hand comforting on hers, eyes still on her. "We will find these guys and put an end to them; promise. In the meantime, if you want out of the F.B.C. let me know. I will find a way to get you out." He smiles a soft-hearted smile. "I'm sure there are plenty of companies that can use your talents." He adds with a gentle reassuring squeeze of her hand.
Trixie "I'll... I'll think about it. You wanted me for this other thing of yours, and I still don't know what that's all about. Besides, I have a feeling I'd be even more vulnerable /outside/ the service... I mean, where would I get a grenade launcher to pulp thugs hiding behind cars besides here?" Trixie asks, with a giggle, but her eyes betray that her confidence is less than total. "Anyway, who would find my parents' killers if I don't?"
Esa "Well, in truth I needed someone I can trust within the F.B.C. to monitor those within; see who could be working for Wesker." Esa confides in her as he lets her hand go. He gives a small grin soon after and says "Well, as a civilian I'd hope you would not have to have a need for weapons to fight off thugs and attackers.." A pause is given as he hmm quietly. "I am a master hacker; could try to look into it.. But would need access to Umbrella's main frame; if they even store such information it that is."
Trixie "You know better, Esa... they went after me once and got a man killed. They'll try for me again, maybe even just to even up the score. Anyway, I don't think you could pull enough strings to get me out of the Army, even if I got out of the F.B.C.... not with at least three more years to go on my tour," Trixie says matter-of-factly. "And I'd be even easier to find there than here."

And suddenly she smacks her forehead sharply with her palm. "What am I saying? Trying to talk you /out/ of getting me out of this? I must be insane! But here I am, doing it like I'm all gung-ho and flag-waving..."
Esa Esa chuckles and grins at Trix. "Well you do make good points sadly.. If you haven't done enough time... the only way out is mental instability." He shrugs "Fighting enough monsters could do that." He said with a smirk and nods "Think it over. Let me know if you still want to be a part of Black Sword. I won't ask of you to probe F.B.C. though; I can do that."
Trixie "That ship's sailed... I could've gotten out of the Guard with that one after Raccoon City, but I wasn't that smart," Trixie says softly, looking down at her lap. "Nobody would believe I was fit for a Section Eight after what I've been through since. Not with people hanging in after that psycho circus in the catacombs and being branded murderers by a fat BBC commentator with a video editor. All I've really done is shoot up a couple dozen zombies and find someone's dead poodle."

She looks up at him and nods. "I'll keep you posted. You may be better off doing your own digging, anyway. Wesker is sure to know I'm on to him if they put a hit out on me. Or at least it's very good odds he suspects my loyalties."
Esa Esa nods as he stands and looks to Trixie. "Yeah, I will continue my own digging for now.. But Trix?" He pauses and pulls out a cell phone and hands it to her. "Completely untraceable with a few numbers inside. If you need me, call me." He smiles warmly to her. "I will try to protect you as best as I can from within F.B.C. and from the outside."
Trixie "I... thank you," Trixie says softly, carefully taking the phone. "I'm grateful for all you're trying to do. But the important part is making Umbrella accountable for what they've done, and keeping them from doing more. I'm just a secondary concern. A /distant/ secondary concern. Please don't lose sight of the big picture trying to protect little old me."
Esa "Nothing is secondary to me. Everything and one has a place, reason and value. Friends are more valuable to me then some company. We'll get Umbrella and all of their little nasty things inside of F.B.C." Esa replies with a soft smile before turning to leave.
Trixie "Thank you, Esa. And good luck," Trixie says softly as Esa leaves.

"You're going to need it," she murmurs, looking back to the TV.