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"Why did I have to come exactly?" Sherry questioned indignantly as they continued along the twists and turns of the hallways-her hands clinging tightly to her arms.
"I assumed you'd be sick of being on a jet for seven hours." Steve's monotone reply encouraged a glare from the platinum blonde.
"Its below forty seven degrees out there," The youth spoke up while she twirled her Schofield Model 3 magnum on her fingers. Sherry's gaze reluctantly met the bioweapon's.
"Unless you're Rain-who apparently can't feel ridiculous temperatures-I wouldn't complain." As she said this Trinity threw her thumb back at Rainalynne who walked a little behind them, really now bringing light to the fact that she was the only being present that was not clad in combated leather.
"Speaking of which," Rainalynne's whisper of a voice chimed in. She pulled a little at her sunglasses and gazed over at Steve. "You aren't freezing to death I hope?"
He gazed back at her-a faint smile appearing on his lips. "I'm fine. Veronica makes that a bit impossible."
In response to this Trinity's hand planted itself on the back of his shoulder-drawing Steve's gaze towards her.
"Oh good!" she sighed quickly before scurrying up and pulling his arm around her. Steve encircled his arms around her-releasing a chuckle as he did so-and questioned, "You're not cold are you?"
"Shut up!" her reply was quick and simple. Sherry was quick to look away from the two, irritation building within her for reasons she had yet to understand. She pulled her vest tightly around herself before allowing her gaze to coast towards Rainalynne.
"So," Sherry paused when her voice seemingly caused every other sound around her to die down. Trinity and Rainalynne stole glances at her, though Steve stared straight ahead. "What are you infected with, Rain?"
Silence returned to the group as though the echo of her voice in the hallways needed to die down before another word could be said. Rainalynne stole another glance at her before she uttered a word.
"Veronica." She replied. Sherry's bright blue eyes glanced at Steve briefly-For the moment Trinity shared her moment of curiosity-before she began again.
"Oh just like-"
"The g-virus," Rainalynne continued without warning rendering the platinum blonde dumbfounded. "The Tyrant and Progenitor virus, and Uroboros."
Silence.
"Really?" Trinity spoke up suddenly. "You're infected with Uroboros, too?"
"Is that all you heard?" Steve questioned, a faint trace of humor evident in his voice. Rainalynne looked away from them-the faintest smile appearing on her lips.
And just like that, the trio seemed to have suddenly forgotten the tension in the air-much to Sherry's disbelief.
"That's impossible." Sherry refused to follow suit-and expectedly silence resulted in her persistence. "How could you have that many viruses in your body and not be dead?"
"And yet I'm here." Sherry came to a stop, causing the others to do the same. She stared at the lenses of Rainalynne's sunglasses-the iridescent glow of her eyes gleaming beneath the lenses.
"That isn't possible." Sherry repeated firmly. In that instant, Sherry found Rainalynne's sense of humor to be a travesty. Rainalynne opened her mouth to speak but fell short when Steve interjected.
"-And I shouldn't have stabilized, yet here I am." Sherry's gaze returned to him-momentarily distracted by the green flesh mapping his veins. "'It isn't possibility but circumstance.' Isn't that what you told me?"
Sherry closed her mouth, choosing to avoid speaking the words she would regret. Instead-as they resumed their pace along the facility-she chose to question about far less personal matters.
"Why haven't we run into any bioweapons yet?" the hallways were clean and the lights were simply off-the entire location was lacking any evidence of an outbreak or reason for the facility to have been abandoned in the first place.
"It was evacuated." Steve spoke up before he released Trinity and approached a pair of large iron doors. It was at that moment Sherry witnessed the three bioweapons snap into action.
Trinity approached the keypad on the wall left of the doors and grabbed the small box Rainalynne had offered her. The youth popped the box open and retrieved a powder brush-dusting the keypad while Steve began testing the bracing on the doors by pulling a little at the handles. During this time Rainalynne began tracing the wiring that disappeared into the doorframe. They appeared as ants attacking a feast-each preoccupied with their own part to complete their task.
"Eight, seven, three, five, two." Trinity dictated as she while closing the box again.
"Don't press them yet." Steve told her as he moved his gaze to Rainalynne.
"I found it." She told him.
"Cut it." Rainalynne obeyed and dug her pale fingers into the cord.
"Wait! Don't you need gloves or something?" Sherry demanded. The last thing she wanted to witness was electrocution. Without a word, Rainalynne gripped the cord and yanked it from the wall-the chord sparked its voltage but the bioweapon seemed unaffected as she casually tossed it aside. Sherry's eyes widened, dumbfounded by the bioweapon's ability to yank a chord that had been securely attached to the wall.
"Do it now." Steve commanded before he stood upright. Trinity obeyed, punching in the numbers and stepping back as the doors rolled open.
"Welcome, Albert Weskr." An electronic variant of a female voice sliced through the thick silence as the doors stilled. Lights installed in the floor turned on in the room, illuminating a pathway to a roll around leather seat that faced a screen large enough to take up the entire wall.
"Wesker?" Sherry echoed as her trio of companions left her behind in the darkened hallway.
"Opening previous activity." The voice indicated before the screen illuminated. The three paused in their progression into the room as they entered-their gaze locked on the screen as an Umbrella symbol appeared in the center
"I though he ditched Umbrella years ago." Trinity spoke up.
"It's an Umbrella model." Steve told her while running his fingers over the keys on the left armrest.
"How Yukio would have loved to be here." Steve's eyes darted to Sherry as she entered the room, her arms folded across her chest.
"Yukio?" Rainalynne echoed. Steve's gaze shifted to the screen, suddenly finding the various windows that had opened fascinating.
"Yukio Yamata was the guy's name," he heard Sherry tell them as he began to roll the spherical mouse in order to navigate the windows. "He was a member of this group that was illegally fighting bioterrorism. Don't ask me how he managed to sneak in, but anyway," Steve kept his focus on the screen, willing himself to solely focus on his task and nothing else. He found it irritating how quickly the conversation turned into gossip.
"So the guy basically is left in charge of taking care of Steve-since he was posing as a researcher-and one day Steve catches the guy in the act."
Steve tuned out the rest of the conversation between the three as he paused his scrolling when the mouse highlighted what he was looking for. He clicked one of the keys and selected the file.
"Ada Wong. Tyrant virus exposure successfully completed. Location currently unknown."
A twinge of dread lingered in his gut.
"Anything on here about me?" Steve jumped-only then realizing Trinity was next to him. She quirked a brow at him, a little surprised herself at the recent discovery of her ability to sneak up on him.
"Sorry, I'll look." A timid chuckle accompanied his response. Trinity waited patiently as he began to type in her label into the computer. They remained silent as he did so, only now had he realized Sherry was no longer speaking-rather he only now took note of Rainalyne rummaging through a desk positioned on the opposite side of the room on a carpeted floor. Sherry had wandered over to a bookshelf, sliding her pale finger along the thick spines of the books.
"Prototype one hundred and two generation ten, codename Trinity. Current location: B.S.A.A. United Kingdom Facility, central London base. All stages of Cryo stasis complete. Tyrant and Uroboros virus exposure to product six thousand two hundred and thirty seven generation eighty four, codename: Jill Valentine complete. Priority rank seven."
If a pin had fallen on the ground it would have been the most audible sound in the entire room.
"I'm a prototype?" disappointment was evident in Trinity's voice. Steve regarded her with a pitied look-after all, what consolation could he give her?
"I would focus more on finding out who you are." Rainalynne spoke up from where she sat at the desk, flipping the pages of a journal she had found.
As Trinity began to type away at the keyboard on the armrest of the seat, Steve found himself staring at the journal in her hands.
"What is that?" he questioned, his voice transparent with his astonishment. Rainalynne's gaze lifted to his.
"Father's log book." Rainalynne visually tensed after saying this, only then realizing she had just blurted out what she had not intended.
"Father?" Sherry echoed.
"The file is corrupt." The computer's voice responded to Trinity's attempt. As she attempted another command Steve stared at the journal, Wesker's log book.
"Wait, Wesker's your father?" Sherry practically demanded. Rainalynne's gaze drifted to the platinum blond, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"The file is corrupt."
"Damn it!" Trinity shrieked angrily before pounding a fist at the controls.
During all of this Steve's eyes remained glued to the journal, his hand drifting to the dragon pistol still residing in its holster. His fingers touched at the handle of the Beretta 92F Inox-feeling the imprint of the crimson dragon.
"Yukio."
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