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Leon S. Kennedy was on a helicoptor headed for the coordinates of the S.S. Elizabeth when his phone started ringing. He didn't even bother answering it, seeing as the helicopter's blades were so loud that it would be near impossible to hear and to be heard. He knew he was running late, and he knew he would catch a tongue-lashing from Claire for it. It wasn't something that he had been able to help. During his latest mission in Russia, he had been ordered to pull out of the area. The mission was nowhere near completion, so he had blatantly ignored the order and shut off his communication devices until he was finished. Hunnigan tried to cover for him, but as soon as he got back he had been held for questioning. They kept asking the same things, but rewording the question every time. "Are you a sympathizer with the current Eastern Slav Republic movement?" "How do you feel about the revolution going on there?" His responses were simple, generic, and seemed to get him off of the "we are going to put you on trial as a traitor" hook. Anything for Sherry...either way, he would be arriving at the ship within the hour.


Claire was standing over the corpse of a zombie. Her first shot had missed and hit the tree behind it, but the second had left a neat hole in it's head. Neat. She almost laughed at herself. I just used the word neat, a word that could be used almost interchangeably with "clean", to describe a bullet hole in a zombie. It's a wonder I don't need counseling. She had just dug the camera out of her pack and was about to take a picture of the zombie for proof, when the bushes all around her started rustling. Branches were breaking, boots were crunching, but she couldn't tell what direction it was coming from. Within a split second, 4men appeared through the greenery. And they all had their guns pointed at her. She had set her own down to dig out her camera, so it was sitting at her feet.

Of course, whenever anybody else runs into a mission head-on, everything goes fine. But nope, not me. Something has to go wrong, Claire thought bitterly. Fuck you, world.

One of the men walked up, kicked her gun away with his heel, and started to pat her down to see if she had any other weapons. He got the knife out of her boot, the one on her leg...She kept focused on the knife she had tucked under the back of her shirt and sticking out of her pants. His hand patted up her legs roughly, and almost got to where he would have surely felt the knife...she grabbed the back of his head, pulled it down, and swiftly brought her knee up to smash it into his face "Bitch!" the man howled. She was about to go for the knife when a pair of hands grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to the rest of her body. She kicked her legs hopelessly, hitting her heels against the other man's shins, but to no avail. She turned her head to see that it was a man in a gas mask. When she looked forward again, she was staring straight down the barrel of an assault rifle. The man holding it was the one who she had kneed in the face, and who now had an oddly-angled nose. There was a beeping noise in the midst of all this commotion, and one of the men standing by took out his phone and held it to his ear. "Affirmative," the man said before pocketing the phone. "He wants anybody we find brought in."

The broken-nosed man lowered his gun, and the man holding her loosened his grip slightly. "Don't even think about it," he warned as he noticed her hand twitching toward her lower back. HUNK pulled the knife out of the back of her pants and threw it into the brush. "Who else is with you?"

"Nobody."

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know, I thought I'd enjoy the ocean breeze, the beach, the decomposing corpses walking around..."

"Don't be a smartass," HUNK cautioned. "You may not have to answer to me, but you will answer to Wesker." Her head started spinning as he said the name. Wesker? As in, Albert Wesker? The man who was BSAA's public enemy #1, the man who had betrayed STARS and left them for dead? The man who almost killed her and Chris both on Rockfort Island, and had taken Steve's body for testing? THAT Wesker? Her mind was going a million miles a minute, but she didn't have to think about it for too long, because just then she felt something cold and hard hit the back of her head, and everything went dark.


When she awoke, her head was pounding, and she found herself in a brightly lit room. Her eyes wouldn't open more than a slit at first because the lights were so bright, but she forced them open anyway. The room had white walls, with a gray tiled floor and a large stainless steel table in the middle of the room. She was sitting in a chair with her hands handcuffed to the underside of the table, and her feet to the chair legs. Not only was her head throbbing, but her knee was sore as well from where it had come into contact with the mercenary's face. At least I got in one good hit. But what did I get myself into. If I had waited for Leon...wait, Leon! He'll come looking for me without a doubt, especially if I don't check in on the radio. There was a glimmer of hope, but just as the thought crossed her mind of Leon coming to her rescue, it was pushed aside as a door somewhere behind her opened. The door shut again and she could feel somebody staring at her. She didn't turn to see who it was, just sat there staring at the wall across from her for about 30 seconds. It was the longest 30 seconds of her life, and she could feel goosebumps appearing on the back of her arms. The silence was finally broken as the other person in the room walked around the table and took a seat in the chair across from her. It was the last person that she had wanted to see.

"Well, well. Miss Redfield, what a surprise to see you here." If Wesker was surprised to see her, he didn't let it register on his face. Not that he shows much of any emotion, Claire thought. She was staring at her reflection in his sunglasses. She had hoped to never run into this blackhearted man again, for wherever he was, trouble was sure to follow.

A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews, I really appreciate it. My chapters are progressively getting longer, but it's a work in progress. But please stick around for the next installment, I do my best not to disappoint.