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Leon arrived at the S.S. Elizabeth, and the captain of the ship approached him immediately. "Where the hell were you? Claire is nowhere to be found, but one of the boats is missing so I'm assuming she decided to take matters into her own hands."

"Typical Redfield. Do you have her location?"

"No, we haven't been able to make radio contact. Which is very unlike her, she would at least report in to let us know where she is. Not to mention, if your bosses catch wind that she left without you, we might even lose our funding."

"Something is wrong." Leon knew very well the situation at hand. The US government didn't want any part of anything that they could not control. Leon was only sent along to "monitor" the mission and make sure that only things in the "best interest of the United States" were done. And by best interest, it was meant that if he was to come across any B.O.W.'s, he was to take samples, which he refused to do. The government had custody of Sherry Birkin, the girl he and Claire had helped escape from Raccoon City, because she was the only known living person who had G Virus antibodies. He was promised that so long as he completed all of his assigned missions, Sherry would be released into his custody as soon as they were able to manufacture a vaccine for the G-Virus. Leon didn't mind being in the service of the United States government, at least not at first. But through experience, he had learned just how corrupt the system really was, and how many secrets were kept from the public. They tended to send him on missions that involved biological weapons, mainly because he had experience in such matters, but Leon also had to wonder if it was because they didn't want any more people knowing about said weaponry than necessary.

Terrasave was always happy to have Leon as the one "assisting" their missions, simply because they knew he wouldn't report anything to the government that he didn't have to. Such as Claire having left the ship without him, he would attempt to cover it up. Not everybody knew just how corrupted the United States government really was, it tended to be just the people directly involved with them. Or Claire. He told Claire everything, because she was very down to earth, and had the uncanny ability to look at a situation from several perspectives. She always knew just what to do or say in any situation.

"Might I inquire as to what you are doing intruding on my island?" Wesker asked. Claire's throat suddenly felt very dry. Am I really being interrogated by Wesker? This was the man who had caused the deaths of hundreds of people; the man who was, on paper anyways, dead. Her mind went to Steve, the man who had, with his dying breaths, told her that he loved her. She could feel her ears turning red, as they did when she got angry.

"What did you do with Steve's body?!" Claire shouted at the man across the table. She attempted to stand up, but the cuffs attached to the bottom of the table forced her to sit back down.

"My, my. What a temper you have, Miss Redfield," Wesker commented, sounding amused. Claire glared directly at him. Why was he so calm and collected? It pissed her off to no end knowing that nothing he had done to her or others effected him in the least. She'd love to wipe that look off his face. "You never answered my question."

"I was looking for a unicorn. You see, Chris doesn't believe me that they exist, and-"

"Your sarcasm will get you nowhere," he interrupted before she had finished. "Now, if you were wise, you would tell me what you are doing here." Claire scrunched her nose in frustration.

"I'm here for Terrasave. Somebody called in and said that they had seen a 3-foot-tall toad. We figured that we would humor them, and take a look." Wesker didn't say anything, just waited for her to continue. Had an experiment gotten out and nobody notified him? "Ever since the outbreak in Raccoon, people have been on edge and have been reporting anything and everything. We used to send out entire teams to investigate, but now we're spread so thin..." She trailed off. Why was she telling him any of this? Wesker just sat there listening, looking completely apathetic. She bit her tongue. Was he just going to kill her as soon as he got all he needed to know?

"How many aboard your ship?" How had he even known about that? What should she say? 100? 3? The truth? If it was too many, would he consider them a threat? If it was a small amount, would he consider it an easy task? Goddammit Claire, stop overthinking everything. She looked down at her hands.

"32."

"And where is your brother?" Claire's head jolted up at the mention of Chris, and her blood automatically started to boil again.

"My brother has nothing to do with this, and you'd leave him out of it if you know what's best for you." And with that, Wesker had somehow gotten around the table and appeared in front of her with a hand around her throat. His face was inches away from hers as he squeezed her trachea.

"You are in no position to be making threats," Wesker hissed into her ear. She struggled to get free, but it was all in vain, as her hands and legs were still immobilized. All she succeeded in doing was bruising her wrists and ankles as everything started to go dark. "You will answer my questions accurately and without delay, do I make myself clear?" Claire glared in his general direction with no indication that she had heard him. "Typical stubborn Redfield," he said in mock disappointment as he removed his hand from her neck. She immediately gasped for air, and continued glaring at him. He was wearing all black, and stalked back to the chair he had been sitting in with the ease and confidence of a panther. She could see his arm muscles wrippling beneath his shirt, and her eyes flitted up to his sharp-featured face. He really was handsome...Claire shook her head violently. What the hell is the matter with you?! He just tried to kill you!

"Is something the matter, dearheart?" Wesker inquired as he noticed her shaking her head.

"No. What are you going to do now?"

"I wasn't aware that I answered to you. Where is your brother?"

"Nowhere near here."

"Ah. What a pity. I would've relished in being able to kill you in front of him. The look on his face alone-"

"Stop!" Claire shouted over top of him. "Why are you doing this?"

"Well, Claire." Her skin crawled as he used her first name. "While I am a very busy man, all work and no play makes for a very dull time."

When HUNK walked by the interrogation room, he caught a glimpse of something that surprised him. The red-haired woman was sitting with her back to the door, but Wesker had a small smirk on his face. If HUNK hadn't been so used to seeing his face in a stoic expression, he wouldn't have been able to notice this slight change in appearance. The soldier immediately felt eyes on him as soon as that thought crossed his mind, and knew that Wesker must have been staring at him from behind his sunglasses. The blond tyrant beckoned to him, and the man in the gas mask quickly opened the door and stood at attention.

"I'd like for you to show Miss Redfield to one of the spare quarters," Wesker deadpanned. "Separate from the men, with a...'secure' door." By this, of course he meant that he wanted her locked in. Understandable, but why not just use one of the holding cells? Or better yet, put her on his table and carve her up. But HUNK didn't question it. He just undid the cuffs, grabbed the woman roughly by the arm, and guided her to her room.

As much as Claire hated it, she had no other choice but to submit to being shoved down the corridor, at least for now. Perhaps, if they had enough distance between them and Wesker, she'd be able to escape from this man before she was locked in. She had no qualms about hurting him, after all, he worked for Wesker, and he was one of the men that brought her in. He didn't even have a gun drawn, which was overly cocky of him. Claire wasn't sure if he was underestimating her, or if it was the other way around. Either way, she would wait for her chance. She felt like she was caught in a spider's web, but little did she know how tangled she would become.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews, suggestions, and constructive criticism. If there's something you think I'm missing, or something I could improve on, please point it out. I intend to keep working on, and improving this story as much as possible.