Chris Redfield felt betrayed as he read the name of his captain on the paper in his hand. Rebecca was just as stunned, but now she knew who the Albert she had read about in Marcus' diary was. Captain Wesker seemed so trustworthy and professional. Maybe his detachment should have been looked into more thoroughly. Chris whirled around as he heard footsteps in the hall behind them. Rebecca moved closer to his side but left enough room for them to draw their weapons. She glanced up at Chris. The footsteps were not shuffled or drunken. They were clip and precise reminding him of his time in the Air Force in the way the superior officers would walk so as to not show any weakness and to demand respect and attention. Whoever was coming, they were no zombie or B.O.W. He put Rebecca behind him. If the approaching person was Wesker, he was uncertain what he would do. If it was not Wesker, he had no idea who it would be. Bravo Team was gone save for Rebecca and maybe Enrico, but he could not remember ever hearing Enrico's steps sound so clip.

"Who could it be?" Rebecca whispered to him. He shook his head. Then, the steps stopped. He glanced over his shoulder at Rebecca. She looked worried and confused. He felt the same way but knew he should stay strong for her. Though he had reasoned that she was more capable and stronger than any other eighteen-year-old he had met, she was still in need of his strength. As far as they knew, they were all that was left of S.T.A.R.S. in Raccoon City.

Rebecca jumped as the door opened and closed at the opposite end of the room. The sharp steps had ended but obviously someone, or thing, was still moving around. Only, now they had no idea what or whether it was alive or not. Chris motioned for her to stay behind him as he moved toward the door. They saw nothing at first. Then a shadow caught their eye. Someone was shuffling through papers in, on, and around a small desk to the side of the room they had not noticed in the shadows. Chris aimed his gun.

"Turn around slowly," he ordered. The figure sighed and stood up straighter. Upon the figure turning, Chris and Rebecca saw that it was a tall sandy blonde haired woman. She was dressed in a dark green t-shirt and black vest and fatigues. She wore military issue combat boots, three-quarter finger gloves with wrist straps, a black fanny pack, black cap, and sunglasses. A black bead chain disappeared under her shirt. She wore black makeup on her face and arms to make her blend into the darkness better, even some of her hair (that which they could see) was streaked with the stuff. She was also well armed. A submachine gun hung from her side resting against two belts of magnum ammo while a rifle was harnessed to the left side of her back. On her thigh was some sort of small gun and in a shoulder harness she carried a magnum. Her vest was equipped with two grenades and a large bowie knife. She looked prepared for war. Chris thought it ironic, and suspicious, that she was so equipped.

"Lower your weapon. I mean you no harm. I am still in complete control of all my faculties. My business here has nothing to do with you." She turned back to the desk, seemingly dismissing the presence of both S.T.A.R.S. members. Chris was irked by this but also curious why someone else, who was obviously not an Umbrella employee, was there and how they had survived.

"Who are you and why are you here?" He marginally lowered his handgun. Another sigh came from the woman. She had no time for an interrogation. She had to get in, complete her mission, and get out. She was not paid well enough to put up with people and their questions.

"That is classified information which you have no reason to be privy of." She continued to search then finally pulled out a paper that caught her attention. She shook her head and put the paper and a few others into her vest. "Where is your commander?" She faced the two again.

"We don't even no if anyone else is alive. We think two or three of our teammates are but not for sure. Why? What interest do you have with him?"

"Albert Wesker is to be in my custody before this night is through." Her face was blank. Her voice was empty and removed, much like that of the man she spoke. "I suggest you find a way out, soon." She started to leave.

"Who are you?" Rebecca spoke up for the first time.

"Kali." Rebecca noticed a tattoo of said goddess on her arm with the Greek symbols delta and alpha underneath. The goddess was dressed in military attire and gripping military equipment. She found that odd.

"A codename?" Chris doubted that her real name was one he had heard referred to in Indiana Jones. He thought it was that of a goddess or something. Besides, she screamed military… covert military.

"Hmmm. Perceptive." As she started to leave once more she spotted the dog tag Rebecca wore. She reached forward and glanced at it. "Coen?" She looked at Rebecca. "He lives?" She seemed genuinely concerned, the first emotion of any kind she had showed.

Rebecca did not answer. She pulled the tag back and gripped it tightly. Kali read her eyes. Billy lived even if that was not the story that would be told. She had to find him when her mission was over. After he had been arrested she had been assigned to his case. She would get all the details from him personally. She had little faith in the truth of his guilt. Something else had happened out there and Coen was not to blame.

Chris had no idea who Coen was. He made a note to ask Rebecca later on. He lowered his sidearm and relaxed his stance. "We have to locate any others that are alive."

"And?" Kali raised a brow from behind her glasses noncommittally.

"I am not sure exactly why you are here but it would be safer to travel together…"

"That is a matter of opinion." She looked them over. She really did not want them slowing her down, but it was better than them following her on their own. At least this way she could keep an eye on them. "Safer for you, perhaps. Fine. Follow me." She pulled the rifle off her back and pulled back the bolt. She opened the door and looked both ways. After a moment of consideration she left the room and headed down the hall. She made no comment on the large rotting plant or the stench that hung in the air. Plant 42 was dead and would not hinder her progress, which was all that mattered. She headed toward the exit, and the waterfall outside. She had noted light echoing sounds from around it and assumed a cavern was found behind.

"We need to go to the waterfall." Chris advised despite noting they were heading in that direction.

"I am aware of that. I noted that an opening was behind it earlier on. The acoustics give away that much." Kali said no more. She lead them quickly to the waterfall and behind. They headed into the cavern. The tunnels were dark, wet, and cold like the mansion. Chris and Rebecca shivered as they continued on. Kali had not spoken to them. She had thoroughly checked the bodies of each creature they came across. The creatures had been gross enough but the way she seemed fascinated with them was worse. Chris had been about to say some-thing when she had held up a hand and taken off. They had not seen her since.

Kali had heard something. Someone was below them. She ran as silently as possible, avoiding all the creatures and zombies she came across if capable. Once she was low enough, she spotted two figures getting into an elevator. How was she supposed to follow them? She thought quickly and then forced the doors open after the lift had gone down. She was surprised they had shoved open so well. The facility did not seem the type for such low-level security. Then again, it was starting to show the signs of neglect. She grabbed the cables after wrapping her gloved hands in a ripped bandana. She slid down smoothly ignoring the heat the friction was creating. When she was close to the car, she gripped the cables tightly to stop her descent. She set herself down as softly as she could on the car and searched for a hatch. She could only hope there was one. Once she found it she slid through and then as quietly as possible out the gates of the elevator.

She froze at the corner and listened. Wesker. When she heard the one named Barry heading her direction, she had to think fast. She found the largest shadow she could and merged as best she was able into the darkness. She watched as he made it seem he was taking the elevator. His actions were curious but she had no time to think on it. She had to get to Wesker. With a mental sigh at the fact that Barry had become an obstacle, she crept up behind him. Her hand fell around his mouth before he was aware anyone else was there. His eyes got wide but she quickly backed him to the wall and motioned for him to be silent. He nodded. He had no intention of making things worse for Jill or himself. Kali motioned for him to stay put then edged to the corner again. Barry watched with curiosity.

Kali listened as Wesker outlined his manipulation of Barry. Kali glanced at the man briefly. She was not all that surprised seeing as Wesker usually knew exactly how to manipulate or take control of someone. When Wesker began leading Jill into another room, Kali silently moved closer. Wesker continued to talk, confident that Barry was farther up in the compound and he and Jill were alone. Kali drew her .45 Baby Eagle and placed against his head. Wesker froze.

"Sorry, looks like you've killed all you're going to kill today, Mr. Wesker." Kali pushed him forward with the barrel of the gun. "You did well in staying one step ahead of me tonight considering you did not know I was there, but it was fruitless. Turn around. Slowly." Wesker did as commanded. His composure slipped just enough for Jill to tell that something about the woman surprised him. "Take his weapons. Carefully." Jill stepped forward to do as told. She had no idea who the woman was but she was happy that someone had come. She was startled to see Barry step back into the room.

"Who are you?" Jill asked. She holstered her berretta and shotgun. Wesker's weapons she handed Kali, who put them in her pack.

"Kali," she answered automatically. Her eyes were fastened on Wesker's. "I'll never understand why you did this."

Wesker smirked. "Money, my dear. I did it for the money." Kali shook her head. She knew there was more to it than that. He did it for the knowledge. He was testing these goddamn creations!

"With your talents you could easily get an honest, high paying job. You didn't need to make these damn B.O.W.'s."

"Like you? How is your job any different than mine?" Wesker edged away minutely. Kali pulled the hammer on her gun.

"We're setting the destruction sequence and getting out of here." She drew her .50 A.E. D.E.P. and motioned Wesker toward the elevator. He was right. He was here to destroy this place at any cost; she was there to do the same. Innocent lives were just that. They held no meaning to either of them. This place was to be sealed and destroyed with no one finding out about it. She sighed quietly as they got aboard the lift.

"I see you understand."

"Our objectives may be mostly the same. Our methods and motives are, however, completely different."

"A…"

"Kali," she growled.

"Kali, if this were to spread you know that the toll would be catastrophic. I may be here because Umbrella wants to sweep this under the rug so no one finds out about it, but I do understand that it cannot get out to the populace." Wesker crossed his arms. Kali had always thought he did that too much, until someone told her she did as well. She had started to catch herself doing it and drop her arms. She had soon realized it was pointless.

Jill and Barry stood to the side of the elevator car watching the other two carefully. They had no idea what was going on save for the fact that Kali had been sent by someone other than Umbrella. Apparently, she and Wesker knew each other, too. All of them missed the sound of shattering glass coming from the lab. They were too far away and preoccupied.

Barry decided to try to break some tension. "You normally carry so many arms? Expecting the unexpected or something?" Kali glanced at him. Her lips seemed to curve just a little as they thinned.

"Expect nothing." Wesker chuckled at that. Kali turned her attention to him but said nothing. Yeah, that's your motto, too. She took a calming breath and let it out slowly. When the elevator stopped she quickly checked her guns, not letting Wesker out of her sight. "What's out there?'

"Ma2s." Kali sighed and put away her .45. She then considered her .50, which she quickly holstered before pulling her rifle from her back.

".357 and a shotgun. Could be worse." She looked at Wesker. Should she give him a line of defense? Could she trust him? No, you couldn't trust yourself in his place. "You stay near me. I'm not about to arm you." Wesker said nothing but he did not like being defenseless. "Stay clear of them when they fall. You never know what's in there blood." She was the first out of the car, pulling Wesker with her. Jill and Barry followed. Jill jumped when a box of shells fell at her feet. "Use them. I broke my shotgun and I don't want one of those goddamn monkeys getting me because you ran out of ammo. Sorry I don't have any for you Colt." Barry nodded as they continued.

Wesker had grown quiet. Jill and Barry were used to his silences but this one was different. Kali knew he was thinking. He had lost control to her. He hated not being in control. The man was scheming. He had also lost his tissue samples, though she knew nothing of them or Tyrant, who was about to go up with the whole compound. At least his mission would be completed, but not by him. Umbrella would not be happy with him but at least they would get their end goal. He idly wondered if it all would result in a payment cut or not.

As they walked into the power room, Wesker could hear the monkeys. Kali could, too. Jill and Barry heard only the machines, not knowing what to listen for. They made for the back of the room. Kali had upped the pace the moment she heard the claws on the metal. A claw shot out from the ceiling toward Wesker, slicing his scalp slightly. Kali blew the claw away and yanked the man from beneath the blood. She was uncertain if the blood was toxic but she would not take her chances with Umbrella's creations. Especially those Wesker or Birkin had come up with or helped to. Both men had sick and demented imaginations.

They made for the keypad that would order the Spencer Estate to become a crater picking off any mesh-monkeys they came across. Kali cursed Wesker. "Why in goddamn hell did you people have to make so many of the fuckers?" Wesker made no comment but smirked. He was not going to help them until he knew he was getting out, alive. She won't kill you. She can't and you know it. Still, he could not help but wonder.

Finally, Kali demanded the keys and code for the self-destruct sequence. Wesker gave them to her with his usual calm, cool voice. Jill wondered how anyone could separate themselves from the world the way both Kali and Wesker seemed to have done. Her thoughts were interrupted when an unnatural scream pierced the air behind them. They all turned to find five mesh-monkeys there. They were coming at a run swinging out with their talons. One creature broke through and landed on Wesker as it saw he was not as able to defend himself. The air rushed from his chest. Kali shot two of the others between the eyes as Barry and Jill each took down one. Kali quickly used her knife to slit the throat of the fifth but not before a chunk had been ripped from Wesker's left thigh. She fell to her knees wiping clean her blade and sliding it into its sheath before pulling a crude bandage from her fanny pack. The wound was deep and had cleaved much of his muscle and tendons creating a serrated mess near the outside of his knee.

"Hold still." She packed and wrapped the wound tightly and then helped him to stand. He grimaced as gravity put extra pain into the wound. He then looked up. Something else was with them. Kali felt it, too. "Take him, Barry." She pulled the bolt on her rifle and edged ahead of the others. She gasped when she saw it. She minutely registered that the countdown had begun. Her only thought was to open fire, which she did. Her M16A2 was set to semi auto but she quickly flipped it to automatic. Tyrant reeled backwards and fell to its knees. "Run!" She had never given that command before but she had a feeling it was currently the best option. The thing was a hell of a lot tougher than anything she had ever been up against. She would give Umbrella credit for that.

She helped Barry cart Wesker to the elevator and up any stairs leading toward the helipad. They had to get out. If Tyrant did not kill them they would die in the blast. They had to get out and clear. Jill had taken point while Kali and Barry both took periodic glances behind them. They knew it would be coming. Wesker was thrilled at having seen Tyrant alive but shocked that Kali had pushed it back so well, then again, it had just woken.

They were all running as fast as possible when they spotted Chris on the stairway. "Chris!" Jill was thrilled to see that he was alive. He spun around, grinning ear to ear. He, too, was happy to see them.

"Hurry! We need to get to B1." He took off ahead when they started up the stairs he had been on. Jill started to follow.

"Take the rear." Kali ordered. They could move faster if she and Barry did not have to watch their backs. Jill hesitated.

"Do it, Jill," Barry pleaded. She finally waited for them to pass then followed closely. They had four minutes to get clear. When they came to the ladder Barry hesitated. How were they going to get Wesker up? Kali seemed to read his mind.

"Jill go ahead. Barry, face the ladder." Barry did. "Go up a rung." When he had, she hefted Wesker onto his back. Barry was not too happy with the turn of events but he probably was the strongest. "Hold on to Barry." Her voice had taken a different edge. She seemed to be almost pleading. Wesker nodded and gripped the man tightly as they ascended the ladder. Kali followed close behind. If Wesker fell she was going down with him and that's all there was to it. As they piled out into the hall of B1, they saw Rebecca waiting anxiously at the door to the helipad. Chris rushed her through then Jill. He would take the rear this time for whatever reason they had made Jill. Barry and Kali went through with Chris behind them. They ran through the winding concrete hall, rushing for the elevator at the end.

The elevator seemed to go super slow as they all listened to the computer tell them they had even less time. Rebecca kept eyeing Wesker. She was surprised he was with them despite what Kali had said about him being in custody. Chris yanked the gate open when it finally came to a halt. The sound of a helicopter was music to their ears. The S.T.A.R.S. were startled to see another one waiting at the edge of the pad. Kali pulled Wesker toward it, telling Barry she could handle him on her own the short distance. The others waved for Brad Vickers to hurry and land. They had three and a quarter minutes to get clear. At least they had plenty of time.

Or did they… A loud crash rang through the air. They all spun to see concrete and tar fly into the air. The giant claw that emerged made their hearts speed up. Tyrant jumped from the hole he created and smoothly stood before moving toward them. Tyrant did not slow down as Chris landed five shots into its body and heart. They all scattered at Barry's warning. Kali left Wesker to help the others. She ran for Rebecca, who seemed the weak link. She grabbed the girl and pointed for Wesker. Rebecca nodded and took off for her Captain. Barry plugged the beast three times in the gut only to have the creature speed toward him. Barry barely dove out of the way. The creature caught itself with its claw, slowing enough to turn to watch Barry come to his feet. As he did he fired again, taking a chunk out of the thing's right shoulder.

Kali brought out her .50 caliber and shot the thing in the chest. It turned to her but spotted Wesker and Rebecca. The two weak ones. He ran straight for them. Rebecca was torn with staying by Wesker's side and running. "Run, girl!" She did as Kali ordered. Kali was in a full sprint to intercept Tyrant before it got to Wesker. As it pulled back its claw to slice at Wesker, Kali dove. She landed across Wesker, shoving them both as far out of its range as possible, but the claw caught her across the back. Her vest and shirt ripped as well as her skin. The wound was deep and ragged but she would not let the thing have her or Wesker. She rolled over painfully and put the .50 right in the things heart. The blast made the creature stagger back with a roar.

Chris took this opportunity to fire into the thing's back. The creature felt the sting and turned to his assaulter. Jill and Rebecca rushed forward to help Kali and Wesker. Kali was struggling with her radio. "Varuna, pull out! I… I'll go in the S… S.T.A.R.S. copter. Me… meet… me in R… raccoon City."

"But, Ma…"

"Go, goddamn you!" She fell back, hissing as her back made contact with the asphalt. Wesker struggled to turn so as to see her better. He knew enough to be able to help if he could get her rolled over. She dies and I'm as good as dead. She dies because of this, I'll let them kill me.

Chris continued to fire, emptying his clip. Several of the shots landed in Tyrant's face. The creatures teeth shattered and flew. It took off at a run toward Chris. Jill and Rebecca became aware and started trying to get the creature's attention on them but it was fixed on its target. Chris dove at the last possible second causing Tyrant to rip the asphalt all to hell. They were running out of time. If the monster did not kill them, they were doomed to blow up with the rest of the place.

Its target having dodged, Tyrant turned to Rebecca and Jill. It walked slowly, easily toward them ignoring the many holes that riddled its body. Shotgun blasts, 9mm slugs all pounded into its flesh yet it seemed as though they were nothing but fleas. A shout caught their attention when all seemed lost. They looked as Brad hovered a couple stories above the ground and kicked a rocket launcher from the helicopter. Chris ran for it. Tyrant was close to the girls. They split up and the creature followed Jill. Chris frantically called for her to come his way. He had the launcher on his shoulder, aimed for the monster. Jill dove to the side and Chris fired. The rocket grenade whistled through the air barely heard above the blades of Brad's helicopter. However, the blast from the grenade was bright and loud. The Tyrant was no more. Its remains rained down on all of them, scattered wide by the propulsion of the blast.

Brad lowered the copter, and they ran for it and their fallen. Barry took Wesker as Chris got Kali. Jill dove into the helicopter before it even made contact with the pad. The others were in soon after. Jill screamed for Brad to go. He did not need told twice. He quickly rose and sped away. They had just made the clear zone when the estate went up. The concussion barely missed them. The mansion, reservoir, guardhouse, basement labs, all of it exploded. The entire estate crumbled and burned lighting the sky with fireballs seen for a few seconds for miles around. The sound was deafening. The Spencer estate was no more.

Those on the helicopter were silent. The whipping of the blades was drowned out by the closing of the doors. Only their labored breathing could be heard and it was getting less. It was over. Their night of hell was over and they were alive. Yet… they had lost five of their friends. The one they held responsible was in the helicopter with them. Chris moved closer to Wesker. The sound of a growl was deafening in the silence. He looked up to see a barely conscious Kali holding her M9 on him. She had pulled it from her fanny pack in case any of them tried anything. Chris looked at her quizzically. She took a shaky breath. Wesker moved closer to her.

"He is m… my pri… prisoner and you will n… not touch him. If your medic," she took another breath and seemed to steel herself against a rush of pain and nausea, "will see to his leg." She grimaced and the gun wavered. Her strength was leaving her. She placed her cheek on Wesker's good thigh.

Chris was stunned that she did not want seen to herself, but it was a sign of a good leader and soldier. He was more stunned by what came next. "You need medical attention far worse than I." Wesker's voice was quiet but steady.

"Any… anything they give me… will knock me out. Not until… I know that you will not come to harm." She swallowed against her dry throat. Wesker was many things but he would not sit by and watch her kill herself.

"Athena, let them look at the wound." He sighed and pulled away his glasses. He was shocked neither of them had lost their glasses. He pulled hers away as well as her cap. As he leaned away, pain shot through his thigh. He gritted his teeth. As long as he did not bleed out he should be fine. She, on the other hand, needed help. Something he had never given her much.

Brad wondered what had happened, who the woman was, why everyone was acting as though Wesker was the enemy, and what the hell the creature had been. But, he chose to stay quiet. He was not proud with the way he had reacted in the woods the night before. He had flown in circles the entire night with no idea where anyone was, if they were alive. All he could do was watch the fuel gage drop and hope he could contact someone.

Rebecca pulled the shredded fabric carefully away from Kali's wound. She gasped. The flesh was torn deep, almost to the bone. Blood was everywhere but seemed to be clotting well, though blood still trickled out in places. She wondered about that. "Your blood is thicker than most people's. It's saved your life." She searched her pack for anything that might help with the pain or the slowed bleeding. All she found was a first aid spray, which would do little for such a massive wound. "There isn't much I can do." She looked sympathetically down at Kali.

"That's… alright. Check… his leg." She motioned vaguely in Wesker's direction. Rebecca slowly turned to the older man. Wesker met her eyes briefly and relaxed as best he could. She was torn, confused. He could not blame her. He had no true intention of killing them in the beginning despite what he told Birkin. Vickers was to blame for the mess they were in. The glare Wesker shot toward the pilot was picked up by Jill and Chris. They wondered at the look.

"You clot well, too, if not as quickly. This will need a lot of stitches but should be fine. I'll clean it out and wrap it. We should go to the hospital." She looked at Chris. He nodded and relayed the message to Brad.

Chris sat back down by Jill, the two of them watched out the side of the helicopter. Barry seemed lost in his own thoughts, having paid little attention to any of them since they had gotten on the copter. Rebecca sat down beside him when she was done in the floor. The two injured seemed lost in their thoughts, too. Kali's hand searched and found Wesker's without much conscious knowledge. Wesker was startled that she would display any emotional connection. Chris noticed the contact but said nothing of it.

As they were setting down at the hospital, Barry's turned his eyes to Wesker. He wanted to kill the man. Kali sensed that he was about to do something and tried to get closer still to Wesker. When Barry pulled his Colt and aimed, the others had no idea what to do. Wesker probably deserved to die, but murdered in cold blood? Kali tried harder to get in front of Wesker, who had froze. The wound in his leg was one thing, but he would never survive a .357 blast from such close range, not where Barry was aiming.

"Barry, think of the girls. You can't do this." Jill was pleading with the man.

"Mr. Burton, I would not blame you if you pulled the trigger." Wesker met Barry's eyes with a flat expression. I do deserve it. But are you man enough to pull the trigger? Better yet, are you man enough not to?

Kali wanted to raise her gun but she had grown too weak. She could only rasp out, "Please don't… do this. You can't… kill him. I can't… let you. I… I need…" She finally passed out. Wesker felt her hand go limp and fall from his. He looked down and saw that she had torn open part of her wound in trying to get closer to him and was bleeding worse than before. He sighed and dropped his head into his hands. What had he done? Why had she become involved? The only person to ever truly care about you. An uncharacteristic tear fell into his lap. The others looked on shocked. They had never seen the man become emotional over anything.

"Mr. Burton, I knew exactly how to use you because I knew exactly how you would react. Everyone knows that your children and wife mean more to you than your own life. In ways I know what that feels like. But, unlike you, I have never felt that the sentiment was returned as I wanted. I have never thought of what would happen if something happened to me. I've lived my life for myself and myself alone. I envy you the relationship you have with your family." Wesker looked at the people outside the helicopter wanting to get to the injured. "Let them take her. I don't care what you do to me, but let them take Athena inside." He met Barry's eyes. "Please."

Barry looked into Wesker's eyes. He saw what he had not seen before. Worry, carrying for the young woman who was bleeding before them. A woman who had tried to help Wesker while still taking him into custody for some unnamed party even if doing so cost her life. He lowered his Colt and climbed out of the helicopter. He needed to get home to Kathy and the babies. The others waited until Wesker and Kali had been removed before climbing out. Brad gave them a wave before taking off for R.P.D. Station. Jill and Rebecca each took a side and walked with Barry inside. Chris followed the others, trying to make since of the whole night.

Chris was bored. Wesker and the mysterious Kali had both been rushed off for whatever they needed done. Jill sat by his side while Rebecca had disappeared to check on any news. He looked up when she came back wheeling a sour looking Wesker. "So?" They would have to live with Wesker still being amongst them. As far as anyone else knew he was a survivor just like them. They had no proof to the contrary.

Rebecca sat a pharmacy bag in Wesker's lap then sat down by Chris. Jill leaned forward to see around him. "Kali is still in surgery. They won't tell me much because I'm not family. They need her name and stuff, too. We need to contact…"

"Athena. Her name's Athena," Wesker interrupted. "Her birth date is July 16, 1976 and her blood type is O positive, which should have been on her dog-tags."

"You seem to know an awful lot about her," Jill observed. Wesker's lips thinned as he glanced at her then away.

"Not as much as I should."

"Are you waiting on the young woman that came in with you?" A voice broke into the uncomfortable silence that fell after Wesker's statement.

"Yeah." Chris stood. "How is she?" The doctor smiled tightly.

"Well, better than most would be given the circumstances. She'll live. Whether there is permanent damage is hard to say. The scarring will be extensive and healing will take time. Muscle atrophy will become a problem as well as normal daily functions. She will need plenty of care as she will be unable to put pressure on the area for at least two weeks. Our main concern is finding out everything we can about her so we can treat her to the best of our ability. We need history, allergies, anything you can give us." He handed over a chart to Rebecca and turned to leave. "You can give that to the nurse at the desk. She'll tell you what room to find your friend."

They watched him go. Kali had indeed become a sort of friend. She had helped save their lives. Wesker sighed and wriggled in the wheelchair. Rebecca looked at the chart then at him. "Here. You know more than we do." She handed over the chart and sat back down. Wesker looked at the paper and sighed. Chris and Jill sat back down as well, each watching as Wesker quickly and thoroughly filled out the forms. He knew a lot more than he had said.

"Here, Miss Chambers." He held out the chart and waited. He knew what was about to happen, or so he thought. He watched in wonder as Rebecca silently read the forms. The only thing he had left blank was her occupation and that was not because he did not know it. He only assumed she was still single and childless. As for living relatives, they would find out sooner or later.

"Alright. Let's go give this to the nurse and then go see Athena." She smiled at Wesker, handing him the chart and taking a hold of his chair. He could wheel himself but truly did not feel up to it. They were all tired. He silently thanked Rebecca for not mentioning his relation to Athena. Athena did not need the scorn that it would bring her if they knew, not yet anyway. She needed support and it seemed they were willing to give it to her for helping save their lives.

Gunn MacArtair was not a happy man. Everyone that he passed could tell by the dark look on his otherwise handsome face. His commanding officer had ordered him from the field when she had been in need of him. He was unhappy indeed. He pushed into Raccoon City Hospital with one purpose and that was to see how she was doing. To hell with anyone in his way. The nurse at the receptionist desk looked almost unwilling to ask him what he needed.

"May I help you, Sir?"

"I'm lookin' fer Athena Wesker. She was brought in on a chopper a few hours ago." The nurse nodded and checked the computer.

"Room 428, Sir."

"Thank ya, ma'am." He tried to smile but the fury and worry were getting the better of him. He turned and strode to the elevator before anything else could delay him. He had to see his major. He also needed to see what had happened within the estate.

As he walked to her open door he remembered seeing her a couple months earlier grinning ear to ear because her father had sent her something for her birthday. Now she was nearly dead because of him. Gunn shook his head as he stopped at the door. He pushed all thoughts from his mind but her welfare. She'd saved his life and those of the others on their team too many times for him to go mouthing off and upset her in her condition.

He noted the S.T.A.R.S members were still in the room. The dark haired man sat by the window watching over the others closely. The younger woman sat by her bed, which had been turned around so Athena could see the door, talking quietly with her. The older of the women stood near the door obviously not comfortable with something. Wesker was on the other side of the bed looking grim and deep in thought. Gunn was not noticed by anyone except Chris, who stood as he walked into the room.

"O' all the foolish dumb-arse stupid idiotic stunts ya've pulled…" He shook his head again. "Lassie, yer lucky ta be alive."

"Can it, MacArtair," Athena growled. She wriggled around uncomfortable on her stomach. "I'm surprised you followed orders and left."

"Aye, 'tis true I did no' want ta but then if ya wanna go an' get yer daft self killed who am I ta stop ya." Gunn glared at her. She grinned back weakly.

"I'm not dead yet, my friend, so stop your fussing. I'll heal and be able to kick your Scottish ass before you know it." Gunn snorted at that, he highly doubted it.

"When Pat finds out about this laddy will have heart failure. Yer makin' the man gray before 'is time." Gunn leaned against the open door. He was as far in as he felt comfortable.

"He's a fussbudget. I'll be fine." Her eyes moved to Wesker. "Our mission is complete. What more could he ask for?" Gunn quirked his mouth but said nothing.

Chris checked his watch then stood. "I believe it's about time we get to R.P.D. station. Irons has probably made supper out of Brad by now." Jill nodded and left the room her eyes lingering on Wesker a moment before she disappeared. Rebecca seemed torn between leaving and staying. Chris just nodded to her and followed Jill.

"Go, Miss Chambers. Your team needs you." Wesker inclined his head toward the door.

"But…" She did not want him to be left to the large man at the door.

"He's right, Rebecca. Come by tomorrow, though. I want to talk to you. Gunn won't hurt your captain." Athena smiled. Rebecca hesitantly nodded and left the room in a run to catch the others. "She's loyal to a fault."

"It's not loyalty that drives her. It's her innocence and want to find the good of everything or person." Wesker sighed and tried to get comfortable. The wheelchair had very little give.

Gunn walked to the chair Rebecca had vacated and sat down. He eyed Wesker thoughtfully. "So, what was that monstrosity?" Athena looked to Wesker as well.

"Tyrant." He stated simply.

"So, that is what your entire T-virus research was for? You realize you would never be able to control that thing." Athena was starting to grow tired again. She laid her head down and watched Wesker.

"It had yet to be field tested. We were not done with our research."

"Well, it's now been field tested and blown to hell. That's why S.T.A.R.S was out there wasn't it? You took them out there to go against that thing?!" Athena raised as far up as she could. Both Wesker and Gunn tried to get her to lie back down.

"Yes and no. It's complicated and doesn't matter seeing as I lost my tissue samples and Umbrella will never see my report. At least I got that bitch Dr. Ellen Smith." He grinned to himself. Athena raised a brow but said nothing. Wesker's mind worked to its own tune. Gunn eyed him critically with a seemingly superior air that Wesker was quickly growing tired of. The two men would likely never get along. Athena sighed and relaxed into the bed. She stared at the opposite wall, the silence pulling her closer to sleep. Both men noticed and were reluctant to say anything. Wesker was soon wheeled to his own room, leaving Gunn alone with Athena, who was so close to sleep she could not open her eyes.

"Gunn, make sure nothing happens to him. We need him alive."

"I know, lassie, but I don't like it." Gunn gently patted her shoulder. "I'm goin' ta contact the others. I'll see ya tomorrow." She barely nodded, too tired and close to sleep to move. Gunn smiled down at her, watching for a moment as she slept. She looked peaceful and innocent. He so rarely got to see her that way. She so rarely got to feel that way. He shook his head and left the room. He looked in on Wesker, who had also fallen to sleep, as he left the hospital. He had phone calls to make before he did anything else.

Once in his truck, Gunn pulled out his secure cellular phone and dialed the first of the other six team members. He was not sure who he dreaded telling the most, Terrell or Patrick.

"Hello," a young, gruff voice answered.

"Terrell, it's Gunn. Our objectives are complete, but no' without a fight. Athena's been injured." Gunn held his breath. Terrell and Athena were close, like brother and sister.

"What happened? How bad is it?" The younger man sounded almost frantic.

"She was cut up pretty bad across the back by a B.O.W. We're still in Raccoon City."

"Alright. I'll be there as soon as possible. Are you calling the others or do you want…"

"I'm on it. I'll see ya when ya get 'ere." He hung up. He did not feel like answering a bunch of questions more than once so Terrell would have to wait until they were all present for answers. He quickly dialed the next number and prayed that Brian was not listening to some punk rock like he usually blared most of the time.

"Yeah?" A loud voice answered. Gunn could hear the music in the background but it had thankfully been turned down.

"Brian, ya need ta report ta Raccoon City, ASAP. Athena's down an' we need ta debrief."

"Gunn? What do you mean she's down? What the hell happened?" Brian turned his music completely off.

"I'm no' goin' in ta everythin' until everyone is 'ere. A B.O.W. got 'er is all I'll say."

"I'm on my way, Captain. I'll see you within the day." Brian hung up first. Gunn knew the younger man would be out the door and on the road in less than ten minutes. Brian was like a brother to Athena, too, even if they were not as close as she and Terrell.

Next, Gunn called Demetrius, who took forever to answer his phone. The man was not much of a people person and hard to get to know. The team had struggled but eventually won him out. Once he did pick up, he said he would be there by evening, Brian had shown up and he was going to follow him. Gunn was not surprised by the lack of emotion in the other man's voice because that was just the way he was.

The next call Gunn dreaded. Patrick was the team's doctor. He would be frantic with questions that Gunn would not understand or have answers for. Gunn calmly informed the man of the situation and then ordered him to save his questions for someone that could answer them. Patrick reluctantly obeyed and said he would be there by nightfall.

The last two team members were reached with one call. Isaiah and Elizabeth were both at the team's base of operations. They both quickly said they were on there way and let him go. He smiled. They were both young and eager, but they knew when to be level headed and calm. He liked that. Over all, the calls had not been as bad as he thought they would have been. Perhaps it was because his unhappy mood of earlier was still present if not as profound. He sighed again and started his truck. He had to find a place to stay, and secure rooms enough for everyone. Then, he had to get the S.T.A.R.S. team back together and brief them on the need for secrecy and then he had to get them and his team together. He hated it when Athena was the one injured. He hated being left in control and having to fill her shoes. As easily as he could get the others to do whatever he wanted or ordered, Athena had a natural sense of timing and planning. She was a natural born leader. Something he figured she got from her father.