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Day Six (Part One): La Union

Warning: Some content of this chapter might be uncomfortable for certain readers. Read at your own risk.

'Haven't been into some real action for some time... Now it's really a good time for some warm-up.' - Jake Muller

San Juan, Puerto Rico
8th July 2014, 12.00 A.M

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

By the time he had exited the bar through the sea of people, Corbero's car had already disappeared from his sight.

That was all he could say as he stomped all over the pavement like a child in sugar rush. Jake fidgeted nervously as he tucked his palm to his chin, "What the fuck should I do?" Sherry Birkin had just been kidnapped by the hostiles and now he didn't have a single clue of where she might have been. Jake took deep breaths, trying to calm himself as he think of ways to get her back. Kicking the empty can that about to be on his way.

He started by fumbling around his belongings, okay, he got his car keys and his cell phone and his wallet that he barely used. On the corner of the street, his sport Ford Mustang was still there.

Excellent.

Just then, the blaring sirens and the flashes of red and blue were approaching. The San Juan cops had arrived on the scene due to the commotion that Jake had caused. Jake was still standing in the pavement with his bleeding shoulder when one of the policeman noticed him - some of the regulars of the club even pointed accusing fingers to Jake. Time to get moving, grabbing the keys out by hooking the steel ring attached to the key, Jake dashed madly for his car.

"Freeze! Or we will shoot!"

Jake scoffed in the 'Like hell if I care' manner and jumped into his vehicle, revved up the engine. He didn't even bother to turn on the headlights when Jake switched gear and stomped the accelerator. Steering his vehicle around, the Ford Mustang made a screeching 180 degrees turn before Jake released the E-brakes and sped off to the direction where Corbero's team had went off too.

Letting the cops know his identity will be hell to pay.

Jake went for a good distance to the highway. When he was sure that he had lost the cop's pursuit, Jake pulled over at the sidewalk and started to refresh his next move.

One wrong move will cost him time. And time is what exactly he did not have right now.

God knows what they will do to her.

"Fuck." He hissed at the bad thoughts. Damn, if they dared to touch her, he'll rip them from limb to limb. Jake promised that. 'Keep your head together. Keep your head together, Jake Muller.' It was a trick that Sherry had taught him - always stay calm in tough situation and so he did.

Well, he had a guess of where they should be here in San Juan. But Jake was not exactly sure to go there, in case he got further away from them.

Since his cover had now broke, Jake had no other options other than to contact the DSO for assistance. As much as it will bruise his ego, Jake will risk anything for Sherry. He dug for the cellphone that Hunnigan had provided pre-mission. "Whatever." He grumbled out loud as he pressed his ears to it.

"Jake! You're outside the range of the jammer! You are not supposed to call-"

That chirpy voice was definitely Claire. Jake didn't need another chance to guess, "Screw the jammer, Claire! Our cover had been broke, and they got Sherry!"

"What?!"

It wasn't just Claire voice when it echoed, Leon and Hunnigan must be on the scene too, "Look, I don't want to know shit now! I just wanted to know where they got Sherry!"

"Hold on a second, Jake, we've put a tracer on Sherry's phone and Corbero's... Ah, darn. Corbero turned off his. And it seemed Sherry had went off signal too recently... I'll sent you the coordinates Sherry last signal traced."

Jake pulled away from his cell and he got an incoming message right after. The bright cyan screen showed a map and another red dot somewhere on a long straight line.

The highway.

Jake couldn't help the smirk when a small shard of hope brimming inside of him. He was on the same highway Corbero had went. And that highway led to one destination that Jake had heard from a drunken Corbero before. His spirit was high again, and now Jake was ready to rip heads off.

That will be the only place possible. He only had one shot. And if he screwed it up, he will have no second chance.

He once again pulled into gear again when his hand gripping onto the E-brake until his phone sounded again.

"You are on the same highway as their, Jake. It's up to you now to find her exact location... And please, get Sherry back. Just, please."

"You don't need to tell me that. I will get her back."

"And Jake... about Vector Alcott..."

Unknown
8th July 2014, 12.15 A.M

The putrid stench of chemicals and substances began filling her nostril when she regained her consciousness. As nauseating as it might smell to her stomach, Sherry felt fine about it. She had been inhaling this horrid stench for a decade being testing like a lab rat by the government, not accounting the time in China.

Groaning, the agent tried to move her arms but found herself unable to do so. Her feet was no good either. She felt soreness creeping up to her shoulders, like waking up at the wrong side of the bed. One thing for sure, she was lifted off her feet.

And bounded by something cold and hard.

Sherry's eyes snapped open in bewilderment when he memories being attacked by Alcott resurfaced. Her limbs now moved wildly when she realized that she had been captured. She looked downwards to herself - she was donned in a... garb; all too similar with the one she was forced with in China, a little too skin-revealing. And she was bounded like a crucifix, her arms was lifted horizontally and her legs were banded together by solid metal band.

"Ah, great." She muttered sarcastically. She was alone in this room and she was attached to the heartbeat monitor. The beeping sound increased steadily now that Sherry was beginning to panic. There was a desk over at the left side of the room with piles of papers and documents. Then there were several cabinets with bottles of chemicals; one of them was chloroform. Okay, the whole cabinet was meant for her.

"You are awake."

The metal slash glass door slid open, and there stood the woman whom Sherry had fought with briefly. She had a rather dissatisfied look as she walked to the desk and took a seat on the folded chair. Crossing her legs, Colleen reassured her, "And don't worry, I'm the one who changed for you. Although Corbero was on our side, I still don't like him. He's a perv. After all, we are both women." She smiled curtly to the agent.

Oddly enough, Sherry felt grateful for her supposedly enemy. At least she was rational enough not to let that swine to be near her, much less, change for her. "Gee. Thanks."

"Accepted. And you have a very nice combat knife. Why didn't you use it against me?"

"I just don't like unnecessary blood shedding. Plus, I don't really need it, do I?"

Sherry groaned again, her shoulder now started to feel like crap and there was a sharp migraine stinging her skull - it must be because of her knocking out for too long. "...Where am I?" It was only natural for her to ask.

"Sorry, miss Birkin. Unfortunately we cannot disclose that to you."

Another foreign voice came from the door when Colleen spun from her seat to face the two men entering; there was a smile on her face.

Aldiel Corbero and Vector Alcott.

Vector's eyes were cold and stern, a professional look adorned his face as he walked to Sherry with his hands on the warmth of his pockets. And Corbero... urgh, his eyes bulged looking at Sherry's figure and it seemed like his eyes would fell off any second. And was that drool? One thing that Sherry noticed was that Corbero was actually following Vector's lead. That must have meant something.

Touching the sturdy steel band on Sherry's left, Vector seemed like he wanted to make sure that his captive was securely imprisoned, "So, you are the host of G-Virus that Simmons had always mentioned about."

Simmons?

As in Derek Clifford Simmons?

Sherry's mouth hung open for a second, her heartbeat monitor began to sound frantically, "...Just who are you? How did you know Simmons?"

Now Vector looked at the G-Virus host smugly, his hand trailed to her chin as he lifted her face up lightly, "Do you think I would spill that easily?"

"Yes." It was a barefaced lie.

Vector scoffed amusingly, the scar on his face wrinkled that it looked like disfigured snake. He was impressed at this woman right here, her courage to be exact, "Fine then." He took a step back as he shoved his hand back to his pockets.

"You know my name. So I'll skip to the important parts: You see, Simmons is... was my predecessor."

Sherry looked at him with a dumbfounded look, "What?"

Vector continued, "You see. I am the new head of The Family."

"So, you worked for Corbero?"

Silence.

"No, Corbero worked for me. He was merely covering our tracks. And you DSO agents were stupid enough to fell for it. To think that Corbero was the mastermind behind all this... And do you know why I am so easy to tell you all this?"

No reply came from Sherry, only glares that so sharp that even Vector had to look away from her.

"Simmons' biggest mistake was to let you out, turning you into an agent. But it's alright now, little Birkin. From now on, you can enjoy your servitude that you had gotten used to for your teenage year. Because you..." He pointed a finger to her, "Are now The Family's permanent property. You. And the G-Virus."

Upon hearing those words, Sherry's mind went blank. Her gaze turned empty as she watched Vector, Corbero and Colleen exited the room. Her room.

The sense of helplessness began to fill her when Vector Alcott's word rang through her cerebellum. Her heart sank.

The way he had just addressed her. Sherry Birkin was just an object.

A vessel carrying the G-Virus.

San Juan, Puerto Rico
8th July 2014, 12.30 A.M

Rain was pouring down over the road when Jake turned on the headlights and the wiper as he sped down the lonely road.

Jake Muller pulled over to a rather deserted warehouse. It was miles away from the main city but Jake still felt skeptical about his guess, because this warehouse looked just like... a regular warehouse. There was no sign that was out of ordinary.

Just a very big building to store products and items in large bulks. Or maybe very large containers.

Although there was one thing that made Jake feeling fishy about this place. - the fact that they were still people transporting good in and out even in this late night hours. On top of that, they didn't seemed to mind the fact that the rain soaking into their large plastic bags of unknown items.

Thunder was crackling as Jake killed the engine as he stepped out of his Ford Mustang. His bleeding shoulder had been clotted due to his C-Virus when Jake give it a slight rub, it felt okay to him. He was a mercenary, wounds were nothing to him.

La Union.

The big giant letters on top of the board assured Jake that he had came to the right place on the right direction. Aldiel Corbero had mentioned this place at their first visit to the Galeria.

'Time to raise hell.'

As Jake approached the small booth with a petty guard on the main gate leading to the warehouse, he was easily noticeable with his bleeding shirt. The short man jumped to a stand as he poked his head out of the window, "Whatta you want?" He grunted in an annoyed voice to Jake.

Jake only smirked, "Just looking around, moron. Isn't that obvious?" His smirked now raised to the other attendants who had noticed his presence; they stopped their work to look at him suspiciously.

"Area's off limit. Now get outta here before I call the-"

Impatiently, Jake grabbed the back of the guard's head and he slammed him to the counter, effectively knocking him out. His dramatic action didn't go unnoticeable by the other as they all dropped whatever they were holding. The young mercenary extended his arm to his side provocatively, "So... anybody ready for war?"

Jake gauged their reaction - if these people were running around stampeding each other like little pussies, then he would have came to a wrong place.

But they did the opposite.

Diving behind the the booth for cover, Jake managed to avoid the barrage of bullets flying at him just in time. These people were pulling out machine guns from their backs!

The fierce crackling of the thunder were now drowned out by the tumultuous rain of gunshots. Both were equally deafening but the latter seemed to dominate more in this case.

Suffused in the rain water, the sticky feeling from his thin polo shirt was making him uncomfortable enough. So Jake ripped it from his body easily and pulled out the combat knife from his waist. The polo shirt didn't make any difference to the damage input anyways so he might as well be rid of it.

Judging by how well the security here that even these little pushovers have advanced firearms, Jake knew that he had come to the right place.

Sherry is here.

She just had to be.

Luckily, Jake's cellphone was waterproof so he quickly called in to the DSO. The line connected immediately as Jake need to shout through the confusing mixture of bullets and thunder, "I got the location!"

"Really?!"

"It had to be. The security was tight as shit! They were shooting at me as if I ate bullets for breakfast!" Jake didn't bother who's exactly on the line. At this point, even lady boss will do.

"Good job, Jake! Now get Sherry the hell outta there first! We'll get someone to some to Puerto Rico to give you assistance."

"Heh." Jake flipped the phone down and pocketed it. His smirk was now a vicious one as Jake cracked his knuckles, "Haven't been into some real action for some time... Now it's really a good time for some warm-up."

He waited until footstep got closer and closer to him. Obviously they will not be waiting for Jake to get out from his cover.

When the distance was sufficing enough, Jake charged out with a clenched fist ready. Bashing it onto the nearest hostile possible, Jake wrenched out the machine gun from his victim as he used them back against him.

Soon. More reinforcements came to join the fray as Jake was now completely surrounded in circles.

"Come get some, motherfuckers!"

'Wait for me, Sherry. I'm coming to get you. Just hang in there.'

La Union Warehouse
8th July 2014, 12.40 A.M

It was literally all hell break loose as Jake broke through the insides of the warehouse. There was no sign of anywhere that they could have hidden Sherry - none at all. Other than giant sized products stuffed in boxes and containers, there really isn't anything else.

Just where the hell was she?

Jake Muller lived up to his name and the identity as the son of Albert Wesker - he was an unstoppable killing machine. Combined with the C-Virus he had in him, Jake easily breached through the main door as he went for cover from another barrage of shots.

Blood trickled down his muscular body as Jake dove for cover. These guys were better than he thought, unlike the J'avos he used to fight who'll only rampage mindlessly, these hired mercenaries had some skills and strategies. Jake was behind a huge steel container by the time he was catching a quick breath.

If it wasn't for the adrenaline boosting his metabolism and numbing his pain senses, Jake wouldn't have been lasted this long. Adrenaline. If it was sold in bottles, Jake would definitely be an addict. Ejecting the last heated clip from the machine gun, Jake soon realized that he was out. Securing weapons as he go wasn't really a good idea it seemed.

"Shit. Just where the hell is Sherry?"

Jake took a peek from his cover and there was another horde of coming for him, quickly replacing the fallen mercenaries that Jake had just dispatched, "It seemed that 'where the hell did they spawn from' would be a more appropriate question." He uttered monotonously.

'Right, that's it!'

Unknown
8th July 2014, 1.00 A.M

The soreness was now spreading from her shoulders to her back, then her spine. Her whole body was now feeling stiff.

She tried to squeeze her wrists through the gap of the steel band and even tried to pull the malleable band with her strength. Every effort to no avail. Eventually she gave up trying when she relaxed her whole body hopefully that it would relief the prickling pain on her back.

"Hello, Sherry. We meet again."

The very familiar gruff voice shook her eerily. She looked up, only to see that Aldiel Corbero with his sunglasses approaching her. This time, he was alone. Not with Vector Alcott, not with Colleen. Just him. And she was starting to feel sick in the stomach.

Corbero peeled off the sunglasses and pocketed it to his leopard spot pants. Then he stared intently at Sherry's from her head to the toes as if he could see through her very, very revealing garb. Then he nodded approvingly with a sly smile soreaded on his face as he walked around to inspect her back.

She felt disgusted. Disgraced.

Only Jake Muller was allowed to see her like that.

"I know that Alcott wouldn't allow me to do this... but you really are beautiful." He chuckled to himself as he walked to the front. Eyeing her curiously as his green eyes gazed all over her again, only to paused at her chest then traveled down to her creamy thigh.

Sherry so wanted to spit at his face, "I'll kill you if you dare to do anything."

"Oh, really? And what means do you have to do so?" Corbero retorted by using his index finger to tap the metal band holding Sherry's arm, making the tinking noises to remind her of her situation, "After tonight, Sherry, I will be a part of The Family. After I have succeeded the operation tonight, The Family will bring me as the most powerful man in Puerto Rico, not just the tourism business that you and Jake Muller enjoyed so much." He spread his arm to the stale air just to show his new-found authority.

Then he leaned in to breath in her scent and Sherry tried to move backward as much as she could. But she could still smell his own cologne, and it was nothing of Jake Muller.

The captured agent shut her eyes tightly, she will not show the moisture that was forming on her eyes. Sherry Birkin will not show her weakness to this man. Fascinated by this juvenile-looking woman's willpower, Corbero smirked as he brought his palm to her thigh, not touching her but just letting the heat of him palm radiating her skin.

And then Sherry broke into pieces.

She let a single drop of tear fall down her perfect face.

"Jake..."

Corbero was about to kiss her cheek when he jumped back as the glass behind him shattered into thousand shards when the metal door was blasted down by an unknown force.

He didn't even have the nanosecond to recompose himself to the sudden attack when Corbero was grabbed directly by his fat neck. He was positive that his neck would snap in the next moment but it didn't, because he was instead hurled to the other side to the cabinet fill with bottles of labelled chemicals. The impact made some of them crashed on the cabinet itself and most bottles crashed to the floor beneath. The odor of the room was becoming more pungent as the unknown chemicals filled the room.

Slowly opening his eyes in fear, Corbero was greeted by a pair of fuming blue eyes similar to the eyes of a predator, "...H-How?... How did you... get here?"

Battle battered and bloodied, Jake Muller gritted his teeth as he threatened to kill this man in the next instant.

"You had just made your last mistake, motherfucker..." Jake hissed between his teeth, tightening his grip to his plump neck as Corbero pleaded for his life.

Sherry exhaled in relief on his timely arrival, letting the remaining pooled salty moisture fall through her cheek as she had no means to wipe them away. She shook her head weakly when Jake glanced at her briefly with soften eyes to make sure she was unharmed then flickered back to Corbero, "You got lucky. She's feeling merciful today, fat ass."

Placing a well-rounded hook to his face, Jake effortlessly lifted Corbero by his collar then tossed him outside through the havoc he caused when Jake broke down the door impulsively. A part of Jake was being merciful too when he decided to let Corbero outside the now chemical filled room, that will prevent him from triggering any allergic reaction from the chemicals when he was out cold.

Stepping through the glass shards filled floor with his black dress shoes, Jake quickly went over to Sherry as his bloodied hand reached for her cheek, "You're okay now, Sherry. I'm getting you outta here." He kissed her on her lips briefly before inspecting Sherry's device that was holding her into position. Looks complicated, there were numerous buttons on the side of this machine and Jake didn't want to press the wrong one - fearing that it might be some button that might electrocute her or... else.

Sherry was breathing labourly when she whispered, "Thanks for coming to get me."

"Save it for later, Supergirl. Right now, I need to get you outta this crap quickly." He was feeling anxious, he wasn't really a tech geek himself. Tinkering? No.

'Well, there's only one way to do it.'

"Be ready, Sherry, I'm gonna smash this junk out. If it doesn't work, then I'll just find some way to pry it apart." Not the best plan, but he had no other choice. Jake readied his fist again, stretching the muscles in it before landing it to the panel.

A few sparks of electricity, then the light dies out. Jake watched the metal bands for a moment and the lock released simultaneously, causing Sherry to fall bonelessly to his capable arms.

She didn't care that if the red liquid soaking her white garb because she needed to fell his warmth now, and he didn't seemed to complain when he kissed her hair, "Lady boss said that she had sent help to Puerto Rico." He reminded her. Seeing that she was bare-footed, Jake lifted her up from the ground so that she didn't need to walk through the glass filled floor.

"Sorry that I caused so much trouble." She whispered, careful not to press onto any of his bleeding wounds as she held onto his shoulders.

"Nah, they cheated. I saw a locker room back then, we'll get some clothes for you then we start digging out this facility, alright?"

His suggestion sounded perfect, she was in dire need of some proper clothing and he need clean up from all his bullet wounds, "Sounds like a plan."

As Jake carried her away from the dreaded room, Sherry smiled as a thought flashed through her clouded mind.

Her fairy tale thoughts wasn't really that naive and deceiving.

It was real.

She had found her knight in shining armor.

Shining red armor, that is.

A.N: Anyone wondered how Jake could find the place, the name La Union? Backtrack the chapters and I really did mentioned about it! I'll explain more about how Jake found Sherry in her secret lab room in the next chapter.

But seriously, can you imagine a very bloodied and rain soaked Jake Muller, only in his dark slacks and dress shoes, coming to your rescue? Well, I can't resist him. Not in a million years would I. (Okay, I need to convince my boyfriend to shave his head into a buzz cut then dye it red. Then maybe I'll use a marker to draw the scar. Ah, screw it, I'll just go to some cosplay fest.) :)

So, yeah, review! XD