Wesker starred at the young girl through the glass. She was sitting with her back to the wall across from him. Her blue eyes were red from crying. He could see William's face when he looked at her. Her condition was stable for now. Wesker was glad he had thought to get her when he did. How could he have known that William placed that little treasure inside his daughter? He went to all that work to obtain a sample of tissue from the former scientist when the girl was more valuable.

"Sherry, how are you feeling?" the shaded man asked.

She looked up.

"What do you care?" she responded coldly.

"I care about you. I want to make sure you are okay."

"Then why did you take me away from Claire?" she asked

He sighed.

"Claire can't help you Sherry. Trust me. You will need my help."

"Why?"

"Because your father hid a virus inside you." he said.

The girl froze. She knew her father had become a monster and was eventually killed. She grabbed her chest.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"I just…I thought mom cured me…." she answered.

Wesker smiled. He knew that Annette had cured her daughter of the G-virus. That wasn't what he was referring to though. Birkin had placed a sample of a prototype virus inside his daughter. It was dormant for now.

"You will be fine."

Then he turned and walked away.

A single red eye starred out into the room. He watched as scientists ran around doing various things. His other eye was sealed closed. Concentrating, he forced the lids apart. A small cloud of blood floated past his vision. With both eyes working, he continued to look around. Then he stopped on the sight directly in front of him. The young blond woman clad in black was looking back at him. She smiled and approached the tank. She climbed onto the metal base of the tank, bringing herself to eye level with him.

"I'm glad to see you are awake. You are healing slowly but steadily." she said.

He could not respond.

"Everything is being taken care of. We have everything you need from Tricell."

Still no response.

"I know you must be concerned about how things are going since you are not here to take control. I have it handled. Everything is stable."

The man blinked his only lid.

She stepped down from the tank and turned away. The man watched her as she left the room. While conscious he could feel his body healing. Perhaps sleeping was a bad idea. If he was awake he was more likely to heal faster. Several scientists turned in his direction. They must be able to tell that things had sped up. Good. Maybe they wouldn't put him back under.

It was frustrating having to only observe everything that was going on around him. He wanted to be in charge as he should be. It wasn't that they were doing anything wrong. He just wanted to out there. His young apprentice would come and go. Within a week, half his injuries were healed. Hopefully it wouldn't be much longer. He couldn't fully tell but it felt like his face was back to normal. He flexed the muscles in his face. He was able to smile and frown as before. A young man approached his tank.

"Mr. Wesker, you are healing perfectly. We estimate that you should be out of there within the next week. We will have to check you over of course to make sure that all your insides are back to normal." he said.

Wesker read the nametag on the front of the man's shirt. J. Ross.

"Ms. Birkin has flown out to the U.S. She said she would return within the next few days." he continued.

Wesker wondered what she could be doing out there.

"She neglected to inform us of her intentions. If we receive word from her, I will be sure to let you know." he said before turning away.

He was very curious as to what Sherry would need to do there. The fact that she had not told the staff must have mint something. Wesker tried to recall anything that could help him figure this out. Unfortunately he knew of nothing. Then something came to him. Sherry was loyal but she knew nothing else. What if his injuries gave her the chance to run away? Surely she wasn't so naïve as to think he wouldn't come after her? What if she was after Chris's troublesome sister again? He had to think straight before he let himself get too upset. He didn't even know what she was doing yet. He should save the anger for when it was due.

Sherry Birkin walked down the public street. People were everywhere. She glanced at all the various shops on either side of her. She was suddenly glad she bought some normal clothes. She would stick out terribly here. She looked down to make sure her black skirt was even again. Her sensitive hearing caught something. Far ahead of her she saw a man carrying a brown briefcase. He was the one she was looking for. Someone from within their organization had stolen some samples. He couldn't be allowed to spread it around. She sped up her pace.

Just as she got about 5ft away from him, someone stepped in front of her. She looked up and saw a blond man grab her targets arm. The blond man stopped him and whispered in his ear.

"Sir, I need you to cooperate with me. Can you follow me please?"

The other man seemed to panic.

"What do you want man? I got somewhere I need to be." he said as he placed the case behind him.

"I'm a federal agent, I suggest you just come with Me." the blond man answered.

Sherry paused. That voice sounded familiar.

"Look man I didn't do anything. You can't just show up and make me do shit." he said.

"Here's what is going to happen. You come with me and we don't have any problems. You don't…well I would hate to have to use my pistol right here in this plaza."

Sherry stepped forward and touched the blond mans shoulder. He looked back at her over his shoulder. Sherry stopped dead. Why did she know that face?

"Sorry miss, I'm kind of in the middle of something." he said.

"I can see that but that man you have stole something from Me." she replied.

The blond man twisted the other mans arms around and handcuffed him.

"What exactly did he steal?" he asked.

"That brown case right there." she said while pointing to it.

"That is yours?"

She nodded her head and proceeded to pick up the case that was now lying on the floor.

"Ma'am I can't just let you take that. I have to confiscate it."

Sherry sighed. Nothing could be easy. She reached for the case but he grabbed her wrist.

She ripped her hand away.

"Sorry but you can't take it. If it really is yours then you can feel free to come with me and once we check it out, maybe you can have it back."

"What exactly is it you think is in that case Mr. …"

"Kennedy." he finished.

"Yes, what do you think you have there Mr. Kennedy?"

He smiled.

"I can't give you that information."

Again she sighed. She decided the time for being subtle was gone. Sherry used her super human speed to grab the case and bolt. Unfortunately Kennedy took off after her. He would never catch her but he remained close enough to watch her if she tried to hide.

"Come back!" he yelled.

She ignored him and kept running. She didn't want to go any faster due to exposure. There were too many people here. Wesker always told her that while they were better than everyone else, they still had to remember that normal people couldn't handle the truth.

"Come on lady, please don't do this. I will shoot you!" he yelled.

She stopped and turned around. He stopped about 10ft away. His breathing was heavy while hers was no different.

"Now I have to take you in. Why did you run?"

This was no time to mess around. Sherry ran at him and swung the case. It hit him hard over the head. He fell backwards. She smiled and prepared to run away but when she turned she was face to face with another woman. The woman grabbed her arm and twisted it around so that she was forced to kneel in front of her. Sherry cursed under her breath.

"Geeze Leon, you're getting rusty." the unknown woman said.

Her voice sounded so familiar.

"She caught me off guard. What are you doing here?"

The name named Leon came over and handcuffed her. Suddenly Sherry couldn't breath. Her head was spinning. Why was this happening? Her mind was filled with images of things she didn't know. It was almost like memories that weren't her own.

"Hey miss? Are you okay?" Leon asked.

She didn't answer. The woman stepped in front of her. As soon as she saw her face, Sherry blacked out.