Sheva didn't know how much more she could take. He was strong...so very strong, did he even have any weaknesses? She found herself wondering this as the battle continued. Even her partner, Chris–who was great with hand to hand combat, and the muscles to back up this knowledge–seemed to be having trouble with the blonde bioterrorist.

Right now they were at a standstill. Sheva on Weskers right, and Chris on his left. They both pointed their firearms at him.

Wesker stood in all of his glory, not looking in the least tired, or harmed. The way he dodged the barrage of bullets she and Chris let rip on him wasn't humanly possible. But he wasn't human, now was he? He looked between them now, regarding the two silently. "I believe you two are out of ammo." he stated, his eyes still hidden behind those blasted shades.

Sheva scowled, her hand jerking back into her pouch, reaching blindly for another magazine clip, but like the blonde had stated, she was out. She glanced over to Chris, and saw that he looked rather furious. "God damnit." he growled in a low tone. Wesker started walking, both B.S.A.A. operatives tensing. His hands were folded behind his back as he walked. "Now now Chris...don't you think you should just...surrender?" he asked in tone that held a lilt to it to show he was somewhat curious with the answer.

"Like hell I'll give up." he growled back in response. "I won't allow you to destroy countless lives!" he barked. Wesker's shoulders shook for a moment. Sheva squinted, narrowing her gaze. Just what was he doing? Wesker's head fell back and he laughed. He turned his head back towards Chris, silent once again. "You won't be able to stop me." he stated with finalty in his tone.

"Try me." Chris snarled. Wesker turned towards him fully now. He got into a stance that made Sheva and Chris more wary.

"Gladly."

Even though Sheva had seen it so many times before, she was still awed by how...fast the blonde male was. He came rushing at Chris, the brunette letting out a surprised cough as he was suddenly up against the wall, his hands clawing at the one that was practically crushing his windpipe.

"Chris!" Sheva yelled and she went into action, coming up behind the blonde her swiss army knife in hand. She was aiming for his throat, but Wesker's other hand snapped up, grasping her hand. Her eyes widened when his grasp tightened, sending a crippling pain traveling up her arm. "AGH!" she yelled trying to jerk her arm back. She balled her other hand into a fist and punched blindly at their side. "Let. Me. GO!" she ordered.

Chris could see black dots forming in his vision, and he knew he was close to passing out. Wesker let out an annoyed sigh, before dropping the male and turning his attention to the annoyance punching at his side. Chris fell to the ground and slowly rolled onto his side, his hand touching his throat gingerly as he coughed, gasping for air.

Sheva let out a cough of pain as a fist slammed into her ribs.

C-crack!

A loud crack sounded and she let out an agonized cry that ended in a whimper, hunching forward on reflex. He released her and allowed her to fall to her knees. She let out pained wheezes, not once looking up at him. "Since you wanted so much to be part of the action..." he said slowly. There was a shuffle of clothe, a clink of metal and plastic.

Chris rose his head, his vision still swimming, his eyes landing on Sheva. He slowly looked up and his heart stopped at what he saw in Wesker's gloved hands. It looked like some vaccine of some sort. The blonde was currently clicking the pieces together with sure movements. Chris lurched forward trying to get to his feet, his head had hit the wall pretty hard.

"I wonder if it'll reject her like it has with the others." Wesker mused as he turned the syringe over in his hands, the black liquid moving around inside. Chris' eyes widened.

"Don't do it Wesker!" he shouted, his voice cracking. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't let this happen again. Not another partner. He couldn't lose her too...

Wesker's lips curved upwards slightly. "You can't stop the inevitable." he replied to him. He brought the vaccine up and Chris yelled as he watched it sail downwards, unable to stop it.

There was complete silence.

Sheva's blood curdling scream echoed throughout the room.