A/N: Thank you for all the great reviews. Like I said before it means a lot that you like this. Anyhow enough from me and on with the show. So to speak.
The recently elected President Logan leaned back into his leather chair feet deposited onto his desk, smoke filling the air as he exhaled. He was a weedy man his arms seemingly being longer than his body roughly in his late thirties by the amount of facial hair that covered his chin, thick dirty blonde hair fell to his neck. His face was child like, innocent though his foul mouth made up for it every other word consisting of an f. Before the C virus outbreak a man like him would have never been put forward or election let alone become President but the American public demanded a leader. He was one of the few wanting the job yet the only one with enough experience within the unit having worked above Leon before he was promoted. That factor known to him plus everyone in the unit didn't change his cocky attitude however.
"Hilda!" he yelled onto the adjacent room eyes closed.
"It's Helena and I -" she began her arms crossed.
"Yeah whatever. Coffee, black."
"Sir with all due respect." she began her voice evidently showing there was no respect between them whatsoever. "I'm not your PA, I'm your protection. I'm here to -"
"Black coffee." squeaked a little voice its figure squeezing past Helena her blonde hair flowing behind the young female agent stopping once she handed over the beverage. "You wanted to see me?"
"Finally someone who listens. Yes Sherry, Hilda -"
"Helena!" she cut in, a bitter taste in her mouth.
"This Kennedy fellow has gone." Logan explaining ignoring Helena's comment. "Took a plane to the UK to help some friend of his. Why? Who gave him the authority?"
"President Adam."
"The one you failed to protect?"
"What? No I -"
He lifted his right palm gesturing for the two women to leave sipping his coffee. Helena evidently annoyed charged out of the door slamming into Sherry who had forced herself into the gap not wanting the other agent to get into anymore trouble for breaking a door. Since the outbreak the two had gotten close, Claire was in the UK and Jake had been kidnapped. She had searched for four months until even the virus inside her found it difficult to heal her wounds, to keep her alive. Thus she was forced to stop. With nowhere else to go Leon took her under his wing so to speak, Helena his full-time partner. They both taught her the skills they knew while keeping the search for Jake strong, the BSAA were notified. He would be found soon. He had to be or the virus would win. No doubts about that. Sherry was thankful and had to admit seeing the two in battle gave her goosebumps, they could practically read each others moves both just as skilled as a full military team.
"Idiot." yelled Helena reaching the office she shared with Sherry and Leon.
"You need to calm down. He could get you fired."
"Good. I'm not working for him to sit on his ass and do what? Nothing."
"But we are. It makes the public feel safe to have a President."
"It doesn't make me feel safer. You and I both know he's up to something with all these meetings with people we don't know it's Simmons all over again."
"We don't know that. You can't say that. You have to trust him, he is the President. Besides you have no proof -"
"Then we find some." she said eyes marking the door as the so-called President marched to have one of his secretive meetings a large black folder under his arm. "C'mon."
"Helena. Wait. We can't. Helena!" she whispered after her sighing.
Regretting her movements Sherry stepped into the hallway checking the perimeter before following. Helena was already in his office hands thrusting into drawers pulling other various packets of data that she scanned through her gloved hands tightly holding each piece of paper knowing that she was right. There was something about Logan that didn't sit right with her. She would find out what that was. Even if it took her hundreds of secret infiltration missions she would find something. Sherry closed the office door her back pressed against it heart beating like a rock band's drum kit. Ignoring her heaving chest she joined Helena knocking over a small plant in the process. It smashed instantly onto the floor soil covering the once red carpet though the blonde female was directed to the object hidden within the earth.
"Oh my god." she gasped picking up a small black square instantly recognising it.
"What's that?"
"It's the data I gave to you and Leon in China. It has all of Jake's information on here. A way to stop the virus."
"Logan said that all the data was destroyed or stolen."
"He lied?"
"Simmons mark two." she muttered watching Sherry's expression collapse. She always saw the best in people but repeatedly seeing people she trusted turn out to be the people she needed to fear was slowly constricting her ability to do so. "I didn't want to be right."
"I know. Let's just get out of here so we can -"
"Yes one moment gentlemen I just need to pick up the files from my office" expressed Logan's voice coming closer to the door.
"Hide!" hissed Helena thrusting the data into her palm.
"No I can help -"
"You need to get this data out. We can't trust anyone Sherry. Find Leon or Chris and give them the data, they will know what to do. I will distract them, keep their eyes on me. Logan likes you, you can walk out of here but be quick he's not completely thick."
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine." she expressed pushing the young female into an open locker which she quickly locked throwing the key into one of the grates landing next to Sherry's feet.
"That's not what I meant."
"I know." Helena muttered a tear rolling down her smooth skin leaving a small trail.
The door opened Logan stepping into the room his face full of excitement until he saw Helena and the smashed plant pot marked the carpet. He opened his mouth closing it again quickly. Helena meanwhile smirked watching the President fidget, his face instantly going red. He angrily pointed a finger in her direction face twisting to one full of rage. Thrusting his hand into his holster he pulled out his handgun firing the weapon at the female who dived behind the desk the bullet colliding against Sherry's hiding place rocketing back to the ground. Thankfully for her he wasn't as good of a shot as he had boasted. Reaching for her own weapon she took the safety off peering round the corner another shot fired at her skimming across her cheek a droplet of blood descending down merging with the tear forming a strange ruby coloured mixture.
"You can't keep this secret anymore Logan." she yelled wiping her cheek ignoring the spark of pain.
"Once your dead I will do. Not that your understand."
She heard him come closer, heard the gun reloading from her right. Exhaling she rocketed upwards throwing the President's ashtray towards its owner ash rocketing forward. Helena rolled across the table breaking various items as she went. Landing awkwardly on her side she yelled out kicking the desk into Logan his gun falling to the floor. She didn't have enough evidence to arrest him, even if she didn't like him he was still the President. It a world of limited power he held a lot of it. Harper would have to locate more and she knew just where to look having taken a file on Logan's close contacts. One of them would know something. Forcing herself up she charged towards a window throwing herself through it glass shattering to the ground alongside her, thankfully she was on the bottom floor having forgot about the Presidents second office on the third floor.
"Be careful Sherry." she hissed running from the building.
Logan yelled out hitting his fists into the floor altering the attention of a small group of agents charging in weapons raised. Sherry watched the scene from her metallic hiding place knowing that before long she would need to find a way out of the stronghold. Listening intently she heard the President's command to find Helena, he told the room that she had attacked him stolen a file running off when he fired at her. She was working for Umbrella and they needed to stop her. Although shocked the agents nodding quickly being dispersed into teams of three charging out of the entrance. The male sighed turning round as he shut the door holding his head in pain. Without warning the male collapsed his head hitting the half broken table.
Sherry took her chance unlocking the locker slowly pushing the door open as quietly as she could. Tip toeing out she raised her handgun pressing it against Logan's temple. She could end it right there and then. No one who have to get hurt. Her finger pulled on the trigger as the body shuddered an arm hitting the female back her weapon falling from her grasp. She watched as Logan's form suddenly sunk in of itself the limbs become thicker stronger, the hair forming a more dominant tone though slightly shorter. Sherry watched as the figure twisted to one that she thought she would never see again.
"Dad?" muttered the female kneeling at the figure who quickly converted back to Logan's form confusing the female even more her voice shaking. "What's happening?"
