Author's note: This is a stand alone fic for a much larger project that I'm working on. All you really need to know is it's Alternate Reality, Cole, Alex and SKULD are mine, the rest belong to Capcom. And Fairbanks is a real town. I know I grew up there.

Even though this is AU... I'm trying my hardest to keep the characters in character. I'm using more of the movie version of Carlos, and more of the Book version of Leon. In SD Perry's books he's a red head, I think it looks better on him than blonde.

Comments are so welcome! Flames will be used by the muses to keep warm .

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Whoah you're a girl Red Barchetta - Rush - Moving pictures

Cole Ghost stood on the overlook of Haglebarger drive, looking down at the sleepy little town below. Umbrella had rebuilt the town, after all it had been one of their best testing facilities.

Part of me wants to go see if they rebuilt my house. I'd be scared to see how close it is to the real thing though. She thought as she glanced to the hill to the left of her, just over the Steese Highway. Over that hill was a small valley that snaked around past Birch Hill.

The device on her arm beeped softly telling her that it had finished it's main scans. Well looks like I don't get the time to actually find out. I'm on my own out here, in enemy territory, following a lead. If I can find this doctor the report talked about, I might be able to get him to join us. Funding would be tight for a little while, but we'd be able to help him come up with a cure that he can mass produce. She thought remembering the Email that she had recieved from Chris only a few days ago. Apparently none of the other S.T.A.R.S. had been able to get away from their posts in order to check things out.

Though he said the rookie would be coming out here if he could pull away from something he was doing on the west coast. Just hope the kid can shoot. Because I don't need to be babysitting. She turned back to the city, her blood colored tipped black hair caught in a breeze as she turned back to the device on her arm. Glitch, record everything that goes on from here on out unless I tell you differently.

There was a small beep telling her that the bot understood.

If I get caught, open a link to the others and send them the information. Bounce it off Umbrella's own sattilites. Let them think they have a spy in their midst. She gave a small smile. Would serve them right if a afterthought program hacked their systems.

Again there was a beep.

She grinned brushing the hair from her eyes. The small wrist comp was a prototype, and so far, she had gotten used to having it on. It was programmed to help assist with top secret missions, which gave the ex cop a small sense of security. Inside the device was a homing beacon that would activate if she was ever incapacitated.

Let's hope that I can find him and get out of here before anyone realizes I'm here. The woman snatched up her jacket from the rail and headed the few yards to where her bike was sitting. She slipped the black leather jacket back on over the red leather cropped halter top she wore and kick started the bike grateful that it looked normal enough.

The bike wasn't of course. It was a veritech. Cole had left her Cyclone at home only because the bike was too well known as hers. The one she had with her was saber this time. She knew for a fact that at least a million people had the non-transforming version of the bike on Earth. Hers transformed of course, but she was going to keep that little secret as long as possible.

Slipping into the Steese, she wove through traffic heading for the hotel she had gotten reservations for. No one would question her alias at least. Vicky Ward didn't exist, though with a ton of hacking, and creative journalism on her part. Cole would be playing the role of an extreme sport racer. Luck would have it that Alaska's mostly empty freeways had become training grounds for several biker gangs. As well as racers who were just looking for the next big thrill.

I look the part at least. And I can pull this off. The personna's not that much different than when I was street fighting. If I wasn't known as the best fighter in Fairbanks, I would have brought my battler outfit instead. She thought as she passed the Farmer's Loop Market. Another block and she'd be in town proper.

Girl Like that - Matchbox20 - Yourself or someone like you

Leon Kennedy had gone to the Alaskan town to scope things out. He had gotten back to the headquarters a little early and Chris had asked him to help another agent that was already in route. Didn't help that in Anchorage, where he had picked up the rental truck, Trent had caught up with him.

The man had handed him a palm pilot filled with, as far as he could figure so far, maps of various parts of the city. There hadn't been a cryptic message, or even a hint of what to watch out for.

Just hope the agent I'm backing up doesn't get into trouble before I can find him. Chris said Cole was tough, but I don't know how tough. He saw a black and vibrant red street bike coming up behind him. The rider glanced his direction as they passed. Zipping into his lane, they took a right, heading past a strip mall with a sign that declared it was "Bentley Mall" as well as a few other shops. The bike paused at a stop light, before turning right heading through the town.

Leon had the directions to the hotel he was going to stay at, shrugging off the biker he decided eight hours in the car was enough. It was time to get out of the truck and get something to eat and rest. With luck he'd be able to get in touch with his contact after a little break.

Carry on my Wayward Son - Kansas - Best of Kansas

Cole buzzed around town, taking her time to refamiliarize herself with the city she had once sworn to protect. Pulling into the parkinglot of the chain motel she pulled off the helmet shaking her head to try to get rid of some of her helmet hair.

Glancing back she saw the blue 4wheel drive truck coming up behind her. Cole smiled slightly as the man pulled into the spot next to her. He's kind of cute, in that Lower 48 sort of way. Kid's dressed for the snow. Though, who am I to say anything. I'm in full leathers. She stretched a little before reaching back to the saddle bags on the side of her bike, unhooking them to carry them in with her.

"Take a picture pal, it'll last longer." With that said, she slipped into the College Inn. Black leather boots made no sound as she crossed to the desk pulling out her fake ID in order to get the room she was supposed to meet the rookie in.

"Here you go," The clerk handed her the key and she took it. The place smelled like it usually did, which didn't bother Cole at all. After three months of perfectly sterile air, any smells would be welcomed. Carrying her bag towards the rooms, she checked the key. Second floor, if the layout's the same as it was before, the stairs should be at the end of the hall. She managed to make her way up the stairs without crashing into any of the college students. I'm so glad that I managed to keep my brother out of here. She thought with distaste as she had to work her way around a college student crashed in the hall way. Part of her wanted to draw her gun, but she held back.

Footsteps could be heard behind her. The ex detective moved one hand for the small buck knife that was tucked into her pocket. It was a horrible weapon against the undead, but worked great against most pickpockets. Finding her room she slid the key home and opened the door, her other hand tossing the saddle bag into the room as she turned, knife seeming to appear like magic in her hand.

The footsteps belonged to the red head who had been watching her in the parkinglot. "I think you have the wrong room ma'am."

Oh great. Do I really look that old? She thought shaking her head. "Nope, can't. My key worked." She slipped out of her jacket, exposing a tattoo of a fox and a tiger cat entwined in a circle with marks around it.

"Shit, you're Cole." Leon blinked in shock. "The way Chris talked about you..."

"You know Redfield?" The knife stayed in her hand. If the man answered wrong she'd deal with him to prevent her cover from being blown.

He stepped into the room closing the door. "Yeah, he sent me. Said you might need help. But the way he talked, I thought you were a guy."

Cole gave a small smirk, the knife went away. "So you know me, you must be the rookie. Got a name?"

"Leon."

"Call me Vicky while we're in town. Thought if I gave my real name I'd draw too much attention." She plopped down on the bed. "Great, one bed, two of us..."

"You take it. I'll be fine on the floor."

"You haven't seen the size of the cockroaches here. There's barely enough room, but if you promise to keep your hands to yourself, I'll share." She gave the bed a pat. "And, I know this place doesn't have roomservice. I don't know about you, but I haven't eaten since I left Denali. The shit storm hasn't happened yet. Want to risk grabbing something from the cafe down the street? Or we could head across town for the local pub. Though, you'll have to drive, my ass is still sore from riding up here."

"Where'd you start at?"

"Anchorage, had a few buddies help me get my bike here, they're even nice enough to keep my Valk hidden away."

"You know the way to the place? A beer sounds great right now."

"I'm hoping that the place is like I remember. Because they had the best cheese steaks this far north." She brushed the hair from her face.

"So far this place seems welcoming to strangers. I stopped to look around a little."

"We're using that to our advantage." She closed her eyes a moment. "There's no way I'm going into any labs tonight. Tomorrow would be easier to sneak in and out. There'll be a big festival tomorrow for Summer Solstice. Everyone will be out on the streets enjoying the festivities." Glancing at her watch she nodded. "They'll start setting up for the street fair in about an hour."

"It's already eight o'clock."

"The sun won't really completely set for the next few days."

"This will be interesting at least."

"Welcome to Alaska Leon. I'll try to make sure you get out of here safely."