Disclaimer: I do not own Jonny Quest or Resident Evil. I am not making money or any other type of profit by writing these stories.

Author's Notes: Thanks for all the reviews. I am glad to see that people are enjoying this so far. I hope I can continue to produce an enjoyable product for you all. ENJOY.

As Nightmares End

Chapter 4

By: Sigokat

Race eyed the woman who had betrayed the Quests through the one-way mirror of the interrogation cell. He and Phil had transported her back to I-1 with no further incident or discussion. Race had suggested holding her in the isolation level of I-1's detention facility since currently no other prisoners were being housed in that area. Phil had agreed and both men now watched her through the window, waiting to see if she would make the first move.

"Do you think she knows anything?" Phil asked without taking his eyes off of the woman.

"Let's hope so." Race commented. "Every hour that passes is another hour that Benton and Hadji are slipping away from us."

Phil grunted something unintelligible, but said nothing out loud.

Down the corridor a door slammed and the two men turned their attention towards the sound only to observe Jonny, Jessie, and Estella hurrying in their direction.

"I told them they could come down." Race commented.

"That's fine." Phil replied.

Race was a little shocked that Phil had acquiesced so easily to the childrens' presences, but figured that Phil knew as well as he did that they had the right to be involved.

Jonny and Jessie came to halt next to Race and peered through the window at Jade. Perhaps she had also heard the door because she cocked her head towards the window and a slow, evil grin developed across her face.

"Ugh," Jessie spat, "That woman makes me sick."

"Has she said where my dad and brother are?" Jonny asked.

"Not yet. We haven't begun to question her yet." Race replied as he placed a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Why not?"

"We're giving her a little time to sit and stew. Let her mull over her options for a few minutes." Race answered.

"Well, let's hope she starts talking." Jessie responded. She felt her blood boiling as she stared through the window. If only she could get her hands on that woman and make her talk; make her pay for the pain she has caused to her family.

"She better." Phil grumbled as he stepped over and opened the door. "Come on, Race."

Race followed Phil into the room and shut the door. Jade glared at the two men as they sat across the table from her.

"These handcuffs are awfully tight." Jade sneered.

"And they'll stay that way unless you start telling us what we want to hear." Race retorted.

"I'm not telling you anything unless I hear what's in it for me."

Outside the room, Jessie and Estella snorted their disgust at the same time.

"What makes you think you deserve a deal?" Phil asked.

"If you ever want to see Benton and Hadji again then I suggest you start talking deals." Jade answered.

Phil clenched his fists and stared at the woman. "Jade, you are hardly in a position to be making demands. Tell us where they took Dr. Quest and Hadji."

Jade smiled coyly, but remained silent.

Race sighed, "Why, Jade? Why did you do it?"

"I told you already, I needed the money."

"How long have you been working for Umbrella?" Race wanted to know.

"Long before our little trip to Washington. Phil, you knew that, but like a typical man you fell for the line I gave you when I said I had stopped. I've been working for them all along."

"You sure are something, Jade, you know that, right?" Phil responded.

Jade shrugged, "A girl needs to make a living."

Phil inhaled, trying to control his anger, "Tell us where they are…now."

"Let me go and I'll take you to them."

"You're not going anywhere. You think I'm going to risk letting you out? Be realistic, Jade."

"I am, Phil. You're the one who's being unrealistic." Jade turned her attention towards Race, "Race, I know you're a realistic man. What do you think?"

Race pondered the question for a moment. He agreed with Phil that Jade did not need to be free to walk to the streets, but they needed information and they needed it fast. "Perhaps we can work something out."

Phil shot a look in Race's direction, but he kept his gaze fixed on Jade. "Tell us where they are and we will see what we can do."

"I'll have to take you to them."

Phil shook his head and stood, "Not good enough, Jade. We do not have the time to be playing this game. If you have any shred of decency left in you then you'll tell us what we need to know."

Jade glowered at the man, "I have as much decency as you, Phil. You play the same game that I do, but you disguise it as national security and government agendas. Don't you dare stand there and try and judge my actions by claiming to take the moral high road."

"Do not attempt to compare us, Jade. You're about as low as scum can be."

"At least I don't murder for my own personal revenge." Jade shot back.

Before Race could react, Phil snapped. He had moved across the room, snatching Jade from her chair with such force that the chair tipped and banged against the floor. From her reaction, Jade was just as shocked by the agent's actions as Race, however with her hands securely restrained behind her back she could do nothing to defend herself. Phil pushed the woman up against the wall, holding her fast with one hand while he gripped her throat with the other.

Phil stared into the woman's astonished eyes, "I told you we don't have time for this and that I'm through playing games. You can help us or not, but if you chose not to then I can guarantee you that you'll be spending the rest of your miserable life in a cell. You make the call, Jade."

Jade choked as she felt Phil slowly tightening his grip on her throat, obviously in an attempt to drive home his point. "Wha…" She croaked but couldn't get anything else out.

Race was standing next to them, his hand on Phil's shoulder, "Hey, woah, slow down here. This isn't going to get us anywhere." He pleaded.

Phil ignored the other man and squeezed harder, "Whenever you're ready to talk all you have to do is nod." He growled.

Jade's defiance amazed Phil. He had expected her to give in as soon as he had snatched her, but she fought against him.

"Phil, let her go." Race demanded as he pulled at the other man's arm.

Phil shrugged him off and leaned in closer to Jade, "All I have to do is apply just a little more pressure, Jade." As if to solidify his remarks he closed his grip even more.

Race could tell that if he didn't stop this now then it was quite possible Phil would kill her, whether intentional or not, and then they would be back to nothing. "Phil," Race started as he hooked his arm through Phil's and started to pull.

Phil, in a last ditch attempt to resist Race, shot his other hand up to Jade's neck and squeezed harder. Jade's head shot up and down, nodding desperately for him to release her. Phil let go and Jade slid to the floor, coughing and hacking. "I'll tell you what I know, just…just keep him away from me."

Phil stared down at the woman as Race stepped in front of him and pushed him back, "Jesus, Phil, you could have killed her."

Phil shrugged as he looked up at Race for the first time. Race, expecting to see the cold, emptiness he had witnessed before in the man's eyes, was surprised when he saw quite the opposite. Phil smirked as he stepped back and Race shot the other man a quick smile as he quickly understood what Phil had just done.

Race nodded and pushed Phil backwards again, "You need to relax, Phil. This isn't going to help anything."

Phil snorted as he stared back at Jade, "You better start talking or so help me next time Race won't have time to stop me."

Then he turned and walked out of the room. Race helped Jade back to her feet and over to the table. Jade was glaring at the window, but quickly turned her attention back to Race. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, "I always knew you were the sensible one."

"Benton and Hadji…" Race started, "You have to help us find them."

Jade nodded, "Alright, but you have to protect me. Umbrella will kill me if they know I led you to them."

Outside the window Jessie, Jonny, and Estella watched as Race talked with the woman. Phil stood to the side, arms crossed over his chest and chewing on his fingernails. He felt Estella's stare on him and it was starting to grate on his nerves.

He turned towards the others, "What?"

Jessie grinned, "You should have choked her out. Its better then she deserves."

Phil shrugged as he continued to chew on his nails.

"Is it really that easy for you?" Estella asked.

"What? Attacking a woman?" Phil could tell by the look she gave him that that was her implication. "Of course not, but correct me if I am wrong, but does anyone standing out here honestly consider Jade to be a woman? Someone who should be treated with dignity and respect?"

"No, but…" Estella started.

"No, buts, Estella," Phil replied, "It's a cruel, ugly world out there and if you want answers then you need to know how to get those answers from the people that posses them. It's that simple." Phil smiled at her, "I wasn't really going to kill her you know. It's a mind game."

"A pretty violent one." Jessie threw in.

Phil shrugged again, "Perhaps, but effective."

With that they turned their attention back to the interrogation room. They listened as Jade insisted on taking them to the location where Benton and Hadji were being held and watched as Race nodded in agreement. After twenty minutes or so Race stood and walked out of the room.

"She wants to wait till daylight." Race said, rubbing his hands over his face.

"That's still a long ways away." Jonny answered.

"She won't give anything else. It's our only shot." Race stated.

A ringing noise interrupted the conversation and Phil pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, at the same time looking at his watch. "Damn." He mumbled as he answered the phone.

"Corbin here."

The others watched him, but he quickly turned his back to them and stepped away. The others edged closer to him, hoping that it may have been a break.

Corbin was nodding as he listened to the phone and then Race was caught off guard as Phil responded to the caller, "Yes, sir….yes…I already have it done, but…yes, sir…okay…I can have that ready in the morning as well….where….ok that will work…honestly, sir, this is being blown out of proportion. They haven't even….understood, but…yes…yes…yes, sir." Phil hung up the phone and turned back to the others who were all watching him with wide eyes. Race for one had never heard Phil call anyone "Sir" except one man, but there was no way he was calling him this late.

"What was that all about?" Race asked.

Phil shook his head and waved his hand dismissively, "Nothing…unrelated to this case."

Race started to question him, but saw the look in Phil's eyes that said 'drop it' and knew better then to pursue.

Phil nodded his head in the direction of the interrogation room, "Let's get her locked tight in one of the cells and then try and get some sleep. It's late and if she's going to lead us to where Umbrella is holding them, then we need to be prepared."

Race nodded, "Agreed."

Race went back into the cell, retrieved Jade and pulled her out into the hallway. Upon seeing the others Jade snickered and said, "Well, looks like the gang is all here…well almost all of the gang that is."

Jessie sneered at the woman, "You're lucky you're in handcuffs."

Jade rolled her eyes, having regained her bravado, "Please, little girl, don't try play tough with me."

"Come on." Phil snapped. He led them down a series of hallways to a corridor filled with cells. He stopped in front of a cell marked C4. He pulled what appeared to be some sort of key card from a card holder in his jacket and swept it through the card reader in the door. Jessie noticed Jonny was staring intently at the man as he swiped the card and enter a four digit pin into the keypad. The door buzzed open and with his other hand Phil tossed a set of keys to Race, stepped back, and pulled his pistol from his holster, but keeping it down at his side.

Race undid Jade's cuffs, pushed the woman into the cell and quickly closed the door behind her. Phil stepped up and reentered the four digit pin into the keypad and reswiped the card. The door buzzed and the sound of the doors locking could be heard echoing throughout the corridor.

"Sweet dreams, Jade." Phil said through the slit in the door.

"Piss off, Phil." Jade spat back at the man.

Phil laughed as he strode down the hall that led towards the elevators that would take them back to the main I-1 facilities.

"What's with the keycard locks?" Jonny asked as he watched Phil place it back in its holder and the holder back in his jacket pocket.

"Extra security for these cells. Only a select number of agents have both an access card and the pin number."

"Why?"

"These cells are usually reserved for the most heinous of criminals, Jonny." Race replied as they exited the detention facility and walked towards the hallway. Jonny's gaze drifted to the kiosk on the left where an armed agent sat. He saw Phil nod at the man, who nodded back and eyed each person as they walked past.

"So she can't escape?" Jessie asked.

Phil laughed, "Come on, Jessie that only happens in the movies."

Jessie grinned and laughed along with the others, but noticed that Jonny had remained silent. 'Seeing Jade must really be tearing him up.' She thought to herself. 'I'll try and talk to him once we get back to the rooms.'

"You going home tonight?" Race asked his boss.

"I'd like to, but it's awfully late and I have a few more things to take care of. I'll just stay in my office tonight."

Race nodded. "Alright, so call us if there are any new developments during the night."

Phil nodded, "Yeah, of course."

Jonny was so attuned to listening to the two men that he didn't notice Jessie eyeing him with a hint of suspicion. Hearing Corbin state that he was staying here for the night just made Jonny's plans so much easier.

JQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQ

Benton shuffled alongside Baker as the Umbrella executive escorted him through the compound. Dr. Quest's eyes scanned his surrounding, searching for any clues that may help him learn where he and Hadji were being held. So far all he had discovered was that they appeared to be in an old prison. Baker continued to ramble on about Umbrella and the Las Plagas, but Benton hardly heard a word of it. He had already formulated his attack plan that he hoped would help him escape, or in the very least alert Race and the others to their location.

Benton's neck was sore, but he had to stifle through the pain. Baker still had the scientist handcuffed and had made no indication of removing the devices any time soon. Baker led Benton, flanked by the guards, to what appeared to have once been the prison cafeteria, however if was no longer being used for that purpose. Benton choked involuntarily as he took in the scene.

All the tables and benches had been removed and the center of the room had been marked off by a large square painted on the floor. Dried blood and what appeared to be human flesh and even brain matter covered the floor and the walls. The stale stench of blood and sweat hung in the air which led Benton to believe that whatever sick experiments were conducted in this area one must have recently ended.

"What is this place?" Benton croaked. He followed Baker into the center of the room, minding his steps as to not walk in any of the blood. Benton caught a sparkle of light from the corner of his left eye, turned and peered at the floor only to discover a gold plated tooth lying there. One of the guards must have seen it as well because he stooped down, picked up the tooth, examined it for a moment, and then shoved it into his pocket. Benton felt sick.

"This is where we bring our subjects for their final tests."

"This looks like a fighting arena."

"That's exactly what it is, Dr. Quest. Once the mutated Las Plagas parasite has been introduced into the host and completed its gestation and then merges with the hostss brain, we bring them here to test the abilities of the Las Plagas."

"So what happens after the fight?"

Baker turned and grinned at Benton, "Well, the winner is taken back for further examination and study."

"And the loser?" Benton felt he already knew the answer.

Baker shrugged, "Well, fortunately we have not run out of death row inmates just yet."

"This is sick."

Baker shook his head, "No, Doctor, it is necessary. We have to have human test subjects in order to perfect the parasite for its final purpose. These inmates have all volunteered for these tests."

"I doubt you told them the whole truth." Benton lectured.

Again Baker just shrugged, but did not reply.

"So what is the 'final purpose' for this parasite you are trying to perfect?"

Baker waggled a finger at Benton, "Ah, not yet, Doctor. There is so much more I want to show you before I tell you that."

"When can I see Hadji?"

"Soon."

Baker turned to leave, but stopped when he noticed Benton was still standing in the middle of the room. His head was hung low and his eyes were squeezed shut. Baker watched the man and when Benton made no move to follow him Baker stepped back in front of the scientist.

"Is there a problem, Doctor?"

Doctor Quest sighed audibility, raised his head and met Baker's eyes. "I do not know what your ultimate intentions are, Mr. Baker, but if you promise me that you will not hurt my son…then I will assist you."

Baker felt his heart skip a beat; he had not been expecting this at all. It would definitely put a kink in his plans for Quest, but perhaps Quest's superior scientific knowledge could speed up his work here and get the Umbrella executives off his back. In the end, Doctor Quest's fate would remain the same.

Benton held the other man's gaze, not wanting to give away any indication of his true intentions. Finally Baker spoke, "Well then, Doctor, perhaps we should head straight to the lab so you can begin to analyze the parasites now."

"That's fine with me. Let's just get this started." Benton replied.

Baker smiled, clapped Benton on the shoulder and led the way to the laboratory.

JQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQ

Jonny looked at the clock next to his bed for what felt like the hundredth time since they had called it a night; it read 03:23. Jonny hadn't slept at all; he had not wanted to miss what was probably his only opportunity at implementing his plan. Race was in the bed next to his, snoring lightly. Jonny glanced in Race's direction, saw the steady rise and fall of his bodyguard's chest and was convinced Race was fast asleep. Jonny quickly and quietly slid out of the bed. He slipped into his clothes, grabbed a flashlight and some hairpins that he had hidden under his blanket when Race was in the shower and moved towards the door. As Jonny reached the door he glanced back at Race, saw the man had not changed positions, and then quietly slipped out of the room. He shut the door slowly in order to make the click of the lock as noiseless as possible and then headed down the hall to the elevators.

Jonny stepped out of the elevators onto the deserted floor. Jonny knew that Intelligence One had personnel working twenty-four hours a day, but he also knew that these higher floors, the floors that housed the main offices, were rarely occupied at night, but he moved silently along the walls, just in case.

Jonny reached the door that led to the conference room that was attached to Phil Corbin's office. He hoped the door would be unlocked, but had brought the hairpins he took from Jessie's bath kit just in case. Grabbing the knob, Jonny turned it slowly and released a sigh of relief as the knob turned in his hand. Within seconds he was in the conference room and had the door shut behind him.

'Now the hard part.' Jonny thought to himself as he made his way to the door that led to Phil's office. Jonny knew that Phil had said he would be sleeping in his office, but he couldn't wait for the agent to actually leave the office. He had to act now. He just hoped Phil had actually gone to sleep. Jonny remembered overhearing Phil tell Race that he had been taking pills to help him sleep at night, something about not wanting to remember his nightmares, and hoped that he was still on the medication.

As Jonny approached the door he saw a faint light emanating from the slit between the bottom of the door and the floor. 'Shit.' Jonny thought, 'If he's still awake then I'm screwed.' Jonny knelt in front of the door and listened, no sound.

Standing up, Jonny grabbed the door knob and turned. He kept himself pressed against the door as he slowly pushed it open. When there was no reaction from within Jonny sucked in a deep breath and entered the office.

The light that Jonny had seen was produced by a table lamp in the far corner of the room. It let off enough light to allow Jonny to see what he needed to see without using the flashlight. Jonny quickly scanned the office and saw Phil apparently asleep on the couch against the far wall. Jonny slowly crept over to where the man was sleeping, staying mindful of the other furniture in the room. Jonny stopped a few feet away and watched. Phil was asleep. Jonny smiled as his eyes fell on the small table that stood at the head of the couch. 'This is almost too easy.' He thought as he crept over to the table where Phil had emptied his pockets before going to sleep. 'Perfect.' Jonny thought as he grabbed the card holder he had seen Phil with earlier; opening it Jonny removed the plain white swipe card that Phil had used on Jade's cell door. Setting that back down he moved next to Phil's wallet. Jonny did not like the idea of stealing from the man, but he needed money. He flipped the wallet open and almost dropped it as he saw just how much cash Phil had in it. Jonny grabbed the bills and conducted a quick count; just over twelve hundred dollars all one-hundred dollar bills. Jonny glanced over at the sleeping man, curious why he carried so much cash in his personal wallet when almost everyone used plastic. Jonny shrugged, 'No time to think about it now.' He set the wallet back in its original spot and eyed Phil's handgun. Jonny knew that Phil's pistol was a .45 semi-automatic; a very powerful handgun. As much as he thought he might need the weapon he knew as soon as Phil woke up he would notice it missing. 'No, better to leave it.' Jonny was about to leave when he spied one last thing he hadn't planned on taking, but seeing it made him realize that it would save quite a bit of time. Jonny quickly swiped Phil's car keys off the table and headed for the door.

JQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQ

With items in hand, Jonny headed down to the detention cells. Glancing at his watch he saw that it was getting close to four in the morning and he had to hurry. Jonny stepped out of the elevator and stopped as he spied his last obstacle. The guard at the kiosk had his back towards Jonny's direction. Jonny was gambling on the guard remembering him from earlier and assuming that since he had been with the director of I-1 then he would be fine. Now that he was here, Jonny started to have doubts. He watched and quickly noticed that the guard wasn't moving. Jonny smirked, 'He's asleep. Boy, if Phil knew about this.' Jonny thought as he inched his way towards the kiosk. Jonny kept his eyes glued to the guard as he made his way to the door that would lead to Jade's cell. He just hoped that when he opened the door he wouldn't wake the guard. Jonny pulled the swipe card from his pocket, gave the guard one last glance, swiped the card and entered the pin code. Once the door unlocked he quickly, but quietly opened the door just enough for his slim frame to squeeze into, slid through and shut it behind him.

Jonny exhaled deeply, he hadn't realized he had been holding his breath. He waited a few minutes that felt like hours. When no one attempted the open the door Jonny knew he had snuck by without being seen. He ran down the hall.

Jonny stopped in front of C4 and hesitated. He knew that Race would freak out if he knew what he was doing, but it had to be done. Jonny was tired of waiting around; he wanted to find his father and brother and rescue them from whatever hellhole they were suffering in. He would face the consequences later.

Jonny swiped the card, entered the code and opened the door. Clicking the flashlight on, he scanned the pitch black room until the beam fell onto the woman. Jade, having been awoken by the light, propped herself up on an elbow and shielded her eyes.

"Who's there? What's this all about?" Jade slurred.

"Get up. I'm getting you out of here, but you are going to help me."

Jade immediately recognized the voice and smiled. He sat up and jumped off the bed.

Jonny clicked off the flashlight. "Let's go."

JQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQ

To be continued…