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I'm sorry it's taken me nearly half a year to post due to complications with such and such but I'm back for at least a little while. I would like to say that I may re-type a few chapter's that I feel didn't come out the way I wanted or had certain plot essentials mistakenly left out. Now on to the Chapter.
Claire raised her gun checking the corner something was extremely wrong. The large lab was a maze of tunnels and halls leading in every direction. After clearing the next three halls she found herself at a set of stairs. 'Finally. Maybe they lead out of here, but with my luck there's probably a mutated super chicken or something blocking the exit.' Her leg still a little stiff from the wound she had taken almost a week ago, the pain was dulled by her racing adrenaline. She wondered not for the first time where Wesker was and how they had managed to get into such a situation. 'maybe he brought me her to test a new weapon or to torture me', but as soon as the thought crossed her mind she threw it out, Wesker may be a cold hearted bastard but he would never do things in such a roundabout way like this, he preferred to look into the face of the one he was torturing if not for the simple fact that he like the power of control. 'So if Wesker isn't responsible for me being here then who is and why haven't I seen anyone while I'm taking a casual stroll through...where ever the fuck I am.' She sighed inwardly trying not to think too much about her brother and friends and how they would be frantically searching heaven and hell for her, 'And if you don't get your ass in gear they may have to search the obituaries to find you.' Slowly he clambered up the tiny stairwell only to come across a door that led into another brightly lit hall, 'so little mouse where is the cheese' the joke not making her feel any better but somehow making things a little more unrealistic. 'Because that's what I need now is to feel like I stepped out of a nightmare and into a comatosed night terror' sighing again at her own metal thoughts she continued down the long hall passing several locked doors and a few doors that led into broom closets or empty rooms. She looked down at the gun she had found in one of the rooms that she had searched when waking, a browning 9mm with a full clip 17 bullets in all and wondered if she should look for more rounds just in case. 'Ya and while you're at it you can try to find a strawberry Sunday and maybe a pizza with no olives on it too, and let's not forget Chris and everyone with bursting out of a large cake yelling "surprise" with great big stuffed teddy bears and confetti' she mentally kicked herself trying to focus on just getting out of where ever she was. After what seemed like forever she crossed a small split in the hall, 'left right or back…to bad I don't have a stick, well lets go to the left nothing seems to go my way anyways' she started moving down the new hall turning a corner after a few dozen feet. Once again she found herself in a seamlessly endless hallway with a few doors every couple dozen yards between the white washed walls. 'What the fuck' it felt like she had just stepped into an alien dimension, 'welcome to the twilight zone, episode the hall of eternity' then joke lost in her head as she took in the unbelievably large complex she was in, 'this place must be as big as three football fields' again she began to walk down the eerily empty hall checking rooms as she passed.
The monitor flickered as the view changed to follow the hopelessly lost woman, the light fading in the dimly lit room. Smiling, the silent observer wondered to himself how long this little game would keep her busy and when, if, she did manage to find the escape all by herself would she want to take it. The monitor flickered again showing an image of the blond man chained to a large wooden slab over a pit of the newly developed MA10's and a few of the older models of the "hunter" classed B.. Not that it really matter what was in the pit, the chains where designed to withhold a Tyrant and although as powerful as the blond man was he was in no position to break out of his shackles. Without turning one of the other men spoke, "Dr. Anders request a status update, sir." Silently his grin began to grow; Dr. Anders was a brilliant bio-chemist, 'hell probably the most brilliant that the remnants of Umbrella had left', but didn't follow procedures very well and was impatient when it came to others. "Tell the good doctor that the test subjects will be released soon and a full report will be filed when all is done." He knew that the Dr. wouldn't particularly like the answer but would accept it all the same. Letting his smile fade lightly he began the sequence to release a few of the B. that were kept in captivity, 'and let the show begin' his big smile playing on his face as the light from the monitor flickered across his face.
Jill began to move through the small motel room looking for signs of where Wesker and Claire could be, hoping for the love of god that Claire was ok. 'She's tough and can take care of herself, but if Wesker so much as lays a finger on her I'll personally dismember him bit by bit starting with his fingers and pull out his hair one at a time.' It was lucky that she had gotten the call from a friend who thought she has recognized Claire and Wesker 'a 'blond guy' as she put it' being taken out of the motel room and hurried into trucks by armed men. She studied the room looking for signs of a struggle or anything that might indicate foul play but nothing, 'well if it had been the people who had attacked the house then I doubt Wesker would have left much standing in the room or outside.' Her mind flashing back to the images of the two story house she, Chris and Claire shared, the tatter's walls pelleted with thousands of bullet holes and windows and doors shattered. Again her life had been flung through the air just as it was starting to "normalize", 'not sure how normal my life could ever be after Umbrella', and she had to agree with Chris that Wesker had been the cause of it all. "Imagine that Wesker turning my life upside done, not like that's never happened before." She Whispered to herself her sarcasm lost in the tiny room. After a few more moments of searching she began to give up when a voice came from the door, "They're no longer here, however I know where they were taken," Jill turned her hand falling to the berretta to find an Asian woman in a bright red dress standing in the door frame. "I can help you find them but I'm afraid that the two of us won't be any use to them I suggest that you call your friends and tell them to bring guns, lots of them." The woman continued, Jill relaxing slightly but cautious of the mystery woman, "and how do I know I can trust you, and how do you know who I am?" the woman smiled taking a few steps into the room before answering, "Ada Wong, and the reason I know who you are is because I've had dealing with one of your….associates, Leon Kennedy." Jill recognized the name right away, she worked for Wesker, "and to as why you should trust me is because Umbrella ….well what's left of them anyways, has your friend as well as my boss." Jill mind raced trying to comprehend what she had just heard, 'Umbrella, no it can't be they were shut down, but then why do I feel like she's telling me the truth and why come to me…'
Well I decided to end her for now I hope you all enjoyed it and please don't forget to review it really does help and gives me more motivation to write.