Vincent was trying to sleep, though he was in a lot of pain. Then, he jolted up when the sound of a car smashing into the bar. Someone's limp body flew across the bar like a rag doll and slammed onto the pool table. Then gunfire was spray towards Vince, who jumped behind the bar for cover. He heard the sound of the car pulling out of the broken wall and speeding down the street. Vince got to his feet and hurried over to Shane. He looked for any open wounds. The other people in the bar were rushing around him, yelling at each other to hurry and get the truck ready.
"Can I help?"
Vince looked up at the young women. She had short brown hair and big green eyes. He recognized her from the file he was given by Wesker. So this is Rebecca Chambers.
"Ya, I have no idea what I am doing."
Rebecca smiled and looked at Shane's broken body. Her smiled disappeared from her young face.
"He is alive but his arm is broken in two places, there are ribs cracked. He needs medical attention, now."

She went to talk to the three men that were gathering guns and ammo. Vince stood up and walked to the bathroom in the corner of the bar. Shutting the door behind him, he splashed water from the sink onto his tiered face. He looked in the dirty mirror. He looked like crap. His face was unshaven and dirty, his brown hair covered his tired hazel eyes. He dried his face with a towel and pulled out his colt. He reloaded and walked out in to bar. Picking up an M14 of a table, walked out the front door. Rebecca walked out after him, "Where are you going?"

Vince turned to face the young woman. "I'm going to get myself out of this town. There is a giant private army with monsters, killing everyone and I'm getting out of here."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"I'll think of something." Vince turned and walked towards the end of the street. Rebecca ran in front of him and pushed him. "And what about Shane, he needs help!" She screamed into his face.

Vince walked past her, "Not my problem."

Vince took a left into an alley. He needed to get to the rooftops, to see where the helicopters were landing. He climbed up a ladder to a stores rooftop. He could see the helicopters landing in the outskirts of the town. He started to run over the rooftops towards the landing zone. He needed to hurry.

Mitts sat in the booth, across from the old man.

"What do you want from me?"

Ozwell smiled, "Well, we need for the reason why you where built for."

"And what is that?"

"You are a failsafe if our computer that holds everything every done by Umbrella Inc and that town is on top of the facility that holds that computer. Why do u you think your faster, stronger and can heal so fast. My rival, a Mr. Wesker, is trying to get into the place, but I can't allow that." Ozwell toke a sip of his black coffee. "So, we will activate the self-destruct system and transfer all data into your head."

One of the armed guards entered the diner, carrying a laptop. He put on the table. "Sir, we have a connection."

"Good, start the download."

Mitts panicked, she jumped up from the table and ran through the door. The other guard began to raise his AK but Mitts slammed her fists into his face. She ran down the street, but a wave of pain pulsed through her. She collapsed on to the ground, threw up and convulsed with pain. The guards and Ozwell walked over to here. Standing over her they looked down.

One of the guards said, "The bitch broke my noise!"

Ozwell said calmly, "You'll be fine. The download is starting, which means so is the count down until the town explodes. So grab the girl and let's go!"

The guards picked up Mitts, but she wouldn't of noticed, cause of the pain. Images of horrible creatures and files flashed in her head. She was thrown into the SUV. The truck drove away from the small Vermont town which in an hour would be a creator.

Vince looked through the scope of the rifle at the camp from the last rooftop in town. He looked at the men unpacking equipment. Then he saw Wesker, talking to a merc. Vince put the crosshairs right on Wesker's head. Pulling the trigger, he saw Wesker dodge it the shot so it hit the merc in the neck. Then Wesker was running at him, too fast to shoot. Wesker was in front of him, the rifle was ripped out of his hands and the stock bashed into his gut. Vince fell to his knees, gasping for air. Wesker smirked, "Well done, Mr. Perry, You past the test. You're going to help accomplish great things with my help."

An air siren boomed through the air. Wesker frowned, "Sounds like Spencer activated the failsafe protocol. Time to leave this place, Mr. Perry," Wesker said picking him up and throwing him over his shoulders. Vince was slowly blacking out and the last thing could see that he was on a copter.