The War Ends Now

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

Following the events in 2013, the survivors of Raccoon City find themselves in Puerto Rico and eventually New York and India to stop new bio hazard epidemics and to catch the one responsible. But what about a menace they thought was gone? How will they survive as the world erupts into a third world war with the virus used as weapons by the world powers in its vortex?

10. In Time

kay so once again I'm back. I figure I get more room if I do this with shorter chapters. Anyway, I decided to take the review of Dark Harpinger and use it. Basically I'm gonna also bring Trent, a character of the S.D. Perry books he was in Underworld while John and David were in the Underworld book and Caliban Cove, both of which were the only books by S.D. Perry that were non canon.

As far as Trent he was somewhat of a Shady character so I'll be bringing him back. Probably as a member of The Family. All right kick back and enjoy!

And forgive the typos :P I tried to edit them out as best as I could but I simply don't have the time to go through it all right now. Oh and as for Ada and Claire having met before which you will see later, I decided to go with the Darkside Chronicles ending and it's not that I didn't love the way RE 2 and Code Veronica originally went I did that's what I grew up on but I thought it'd be a more interesting twist if they'd met each other before.

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Carlos

He waited off to the side as Miguel reunited with his sister. The two hugged and she demanded, "Miguel what the hell are you doing here? I'm glad to see you but you could get yourself killed or worse, pendejo!" Miguel told her, "Estoy con la guerrilla. No era el plan, pero sucedió. El ALF es correcto. Así que sé lo que está haciendo es bueno, pero no somos el enemigo."

(I'm with the guerrillas. It wasn't the plan but it happened. The ALF is right. So I know what you are doing is good but we are not the enemy)

She looked at him, a bit uncertain but said, "Okay. I believe you. I just hope your judgement is right on this one. In any case it is good to see you, hermano."

She then told him, "Listen, Miguel, we are on our way to go help out some of our team mates and then we're going to head into what we think is a Neo Umbrella base where they've been making these creatures. If you want to stop this infection now, you should hurry up and come with us."

Miguel nodded with a grin. "Okay sis. We'll meet you over there real soon we just gotta check in with some of our own comaradas," With that he and Carlos headed back to where the hide out would be. Just then they heard arguing in Spanish and a shot was fired and almost hit Carlos.

The agent ducked low ready to fire when to his surprise he saw Alicia and Pedro fighting for control over a Rifle. Her Rifle. Pedro grabbed his own gun and fired two shots into her stomach and she cried out. At the close range he was at, it did not matter if she had armor on.

Still, she tackled him and they both fell off the roof thudding hard below. They ran toward the two fallen ALF members. Pedro was out like a light. Alicia was in pain but still conscious but badly injured. Carlos said, "Miguel you have experience in the medical field. Check him for a pulse," He turned to Alicia, "Qué pasó? ¿Estás bien, Alicia?"

(What happened? Are you alright, Alicia?)

Miguel did as the older man asked and said, "He's got a pulse but he's out like a light," He then rushed to Alicia's side. "¿Qué ha pasado aquí?"(What happened here?)She cried out in pain, having taken two rounds at point blank and she was bleeding worse as a result of the tried to carefully get the vest off so he could see the wound.

She said, "Ese hijo de puta, Pedro ... quería que yo maté a los dos ... ya estuviera hablando con los agentes ... ... que debo decirte. ... él y yo .. estamos ambos informantes ... quiero decir ... soy ... CIA ... fui enviado para infiltrarse y acabar con este grupo. Terminé sin querer ... porque sé que las Fuerzas de Liberación amerindias es sólo ... pero ... Pedro todavía quiere llevarnos a todos, aparte ... intentó matarte ahora mismo .. . con mi fusil ..."

(That son of a bitch, Pedro...he wanted me to kill you both...because you were talking to those agents...he...I should tell you...him and I...we're both informants...I mean...I am...CIA...I was sent to infiltrate and take down this group. I ended up not wanting to...because I know the Amerindian Liberation Forces is just...but...Pedro still wants to take us all apart...he tried to shoot you just now...with my Rifle...)

.!Carlos closed his eyes in frustration "Chingada No es de extrañar que acusó a todos los demás tanto. Esto era para obtener el dedo de la sospecha de encima!"

( Fuck, no wonder he accused everybody else so much. This was to get the finger of suspicion off of him!)

Miguel looked at the worsening condition of the gunshot victim. "Carlos, está herida bastante mal," (Carlos, she's hurt pretty badly)

She indeed was. Miguel said to him, "I think there's even some internal bleeding...shit...I'm not prepared for this I didn't take enough medical school but she needs an operation!"

She started to say something but a gunshot was fired. It hit Alicia in the head. Pedro stood there, his head bleeding and he aimed at Carlos firing four shots. He hit him in the chest but luckily was far enough away that it didn't hit him in a way that would get through the armor.

Miguel got his M-16 aimed at Pedro and fired at him but the guy was already taking off, firing over his shoulders. They gave chase after the CIA agent as he ran past several shanty town houses. Carlos got to his feet. "You all right?" Miguel asked. He nodded. "Yeah, he just got the vest, let's get him!" He grabbed his AK and began to run as fast as he could after the guy.

Miguel stopped in mid spring and fired at Pedro hitting him in the back. One round did wing the guy in the right shoulder but Pedro too, had on a protective vest.Damn it!

He vanished behind several houses and kept running. Miguel went to advance on him but suddenly there was an explosion. A hole was blown into a building and automatic fire sounded off. Several ALF members were being mowed down by a CIA hit squad. Abut three fourths of the members who had been holed up there were killed right away taken by surprise.

A woman took rounds in the side and in the stomach but still fired as she tried to retreat and hit one man in the face with rounds from her AK-47. The rounds got through his helmet and his face guard. A round struck him in the eye and the man bled all over the remainder of the ruined face guard.

The ALf members who were trying to escape knew they'd been taken off guard as many of the members had been taken down with head shots just as the CIA agents breached the building. The rest were retreating but still trying to put up a fight. Miguel angrily fired at a member of the death squad hitting him with rounds in the back of the leg which put the man on his knees and three rounds to the back of the head hitting him in the helmet. The man went down but was too far to see if it had just knocked him out or actually went through.

The CIA agents drew a bead on Miguel who took cover as they opened fire at him, trying to pin him down. Miguel reloaded cursing, "Shit, I got one mag left. Gotta make this count," Carlos grabbed him and said, "Come on, man we can't fight these guys here. There will be another time to have your revenge on the United States government but now is not that time. We need to follow the BSAA and stop this infection at the source, entiendes?"

One of the CIA agents yelled, "I have two tangos twenty five yards, three o'clock from my position, engaging hostiles now!" Miguel set the weapon to semi auto and fired five rounds, hitting one enemy. He glared at Carlos,

"Look, hermano, I didn't ask to be put into this fight but now I am in it. You used to be a revolutionary back in Columbia, right? I think it's time you remember who you are but if not just know that you're only pretending to be a freedom fighter then but for me this is a full time job."

Carlos snarled, "Look,if we don't do this you'll have no land to fight for. Either the B.O.W.'s will destroy it or the US sends in a nuclear missile which could destroy all of Puerto Rico, and especially this city, and then what? All this history will be lost! Trust me on this, we can come back to the struggle after we handle the main priority."

Miguel sighed but said, "Fine but do you have any ideas how we're getting there? These putos have us pinned down!" Carlos nodded. "We'll fight our way out, to safety and try to pick up Alpha Team's trail. Just no unnecessary engagement with the enemy, okay?" He looked in the direction he had seen Miguel's sister headed. "Miguel vamos a hacer un descanso para él, ¿de acuerdo? Despegamos rumbo al noreste. Creo que ahí es donde vi a tu hermana se dirigió a. Corre, primero voy a hacer algo de fuego de cobertura."

(Miguel we're going to make a break for it, all right?We take off headed to the north east. I think that is where I saw your sister headed to. You run, first I will lay down some covering fire. )

Miguel nodded. Carlos came out from cover firing at an agent nearby who was trying to sneak up to their position. He hit the agent with ten rounds from the powerful Assault Rifle. He heard a female cry out and the other two agents with her trying to advance on them from their position fired but took cover behind some trash bins. Carlos shouted, "¡Todavía no! Cuando digo!"

(Not yet! When I say!)

He fired from cover this time blindly but carefully and hit one agent wounding him. "Ahora!" He yelled and Miguel bolted firing a few rounds to give his ass extra cover as he ran from cover to cover. Carlos kept the agents pinned down. "Need some assistance! Taking fire! One hostile has bailed, repeat one has retreated,"

Carlos fired hitting the other two with head shots. He saw blood in the head of one of them and he hit another with rounds in the neck as well as the chest despite the armor as at least fifteen rounds hit the abdomen the last five managing to get through. The man fell back and Carlos ran after Miguel. One of the CIA gun men yelled, "I got two trying to escape! What's the status on Mother Eagle? We need her to lay some eggs!"

Carlos ran but as he did, he quickly figured out what they meant.Drones! hijo de puta!

He began to sprint strapping the AK around him. He had lost his handgun back there.Shit! How the fuck could I forget my sidearm?! He ran anyway and found a brief place to rest luckily finding a dead soldier. That was one plus side to killing human beings instead of zombies like in Raccoon. If he had needed 7.62×39mm rounds, he would have been SOL because US soldiers didn't carry AK's.

However, sadly he had more than enough dead comrades to use ammunition from. What he needed now was a pistol. He found it and had five mags to go with it. Seventy five rounds in all. He ran as he saw drones zooming in on him. He zig zagged and ran down an alley back onto the main street and took off as the thing fired rounds after him whatever kind of rounds it was using, firing, going through a house. He prayed to the Great Spirit nobody was inside.

He fired over his shoulder and managed to clip it with two rounds as he discharged seven. The gun went empty and he had to slow down. He reloaded as he ran, and as he pulled the slide back he was glad he was so accustomed to doing this already. He saw the damaged thing hit the ground and explode in an electrical discharge and a big flash. He had been used to people trying to kill him long before he was of the legal drinking age in the US but back in Columbia, when he had to deal with warlords, drug cartels in bed with the CIA, he still had never had to deal with drones.

They were a new addition to modern warfare that was completely unfair. Just as Nuclear weapons of mass destruction had long since been an old edition to it that was just as unfair in fact more. Still, even the US government was not irresponsible enough to nuke people just to take out a few guys.August, 1945, remember? Japan...what do you think that was? That was just as much an act of terrorism as 9/11. Why is one act of terrorism justified when another is condemned?

However, nowadays, drones were being used. Maybe Uncle Sam felt it was more efficient to have guys man a weapon from their computer than to have them out in the field risking their lives. Once again, he was like the indigenous ancestors of the past, all over the Cemanahuac land, from Alaska to Argentina who had fought against a non human machine, more specifically, the lives taken in the wild west in order to build railroads. They were trying to use technology for everything. Their loss would always be maximum but now, the enemy was becoming something it seemed they could not even kill anymore.

He was getting tired as he ran, zig zagging as much as he could as more from the hits squad went after him. He caught up to Miguel and they got back to that same base where he had held back the ALF forces from attacking Jill and her partner. Just then an explosion sounded off behind him and sent him flying. He fell, taking some shrapnel in the back of the shoulder. He yelled and then gritted his teeth trying to ignore the intense pain. Miguel was firing and he called out, "I got the drone!" He looked down and said, "Shit, Carlos! Hang on amigo! I got you!"

Carlos felt himself falling out.I can't...pass out...the people in this city will die if I do...!

When he came to he looked up to see Miguel sitting up over him. He was surrounded by people. He backed up in fear as he saw most of them were unfamiliar, a Caucasian woman with red hair was also looking at him. He reached for his combat knife. Miguel held him down. "Tranquile, camarada! These are BSAA agents, like you, man! You blacked out when the drones send some ordinance at us. Luckily there wasn't too much damage or at least not as much as there could have been. I carried you the rest of the way."

The lady said, "Carlos, this is going to hurt so I need you to stay strong, okay?" She got a piece of shrapnel out of his leg. He cried out as the pain shot through him and he pound the floor. "Goddamn it! Fucking puta!"She tended to the wounds and used first aid spray and gauze and bandages. "I know this hurts but bear with me. We still have to get two more out of your shoulder. That was what I started on but I saw the close shave you got in the leg and I had to make sure none of these hit an artery. You're lucky to be alive."

He sheepishly said, "Thanks," and squinted and hissed as she had to pull a piece of shrapnel from his shoulder. He apologized, "I didn't mean to call names that just hurt is all. I think I'll live though. I've been through worse than this in my life," She nodded, "It's okay. I'm Rebecca Chambers. I'm with Alpha Team. You're a friend of Jill Valentine. She's my friend too. So for what it's worth even though it's old news, thanks for saving her."

He turned to her and said, "Carlos Oliviera but I'm sure you know that now. Thanks for digging these things out. Shrapnel is some nasty stuff to deal with! Anyway, is this the place where your team was headed?" The agent who was Miguel's sister nodded. He recognized her.

Carlos looked around and said, "You know, this doesn't look like the Umbrella base I was in. This looks like an entirely different place all together," Natalie nodded. "That's because it is. The Umbrella base you were? That was just the tip of the ice berg. Agent Valentine found something out about how the locals have been infected here. So Neo Umbrella is the one responsible we think. We didn't know they were still operational after the death of Ada Wong. Even if they'd survived we didn't think they'd have this kind of sway."

Carlos asked her, "How did they do it? Don't hold us in suspense!" She explained, "They smuggled in the C virus claiming it was Swine Flu vaccines. If you remember, the epidemic was big down here and in Mexico so it was important that we got as many people these vaccines as possible. The trouble for them was, they didn't infect the people that were not already sick. So they contaminated the water treatment plant in order to infect the town."

He looked to the other agents and they nodded to confirm it. "That's not good. They've gone too far this time. It wasn't enough that they killed millions of people in Lanshiang but now they want to pretend that their virus is medicine?"

Just then, Jill and Chris came into the room. Chris turned to Jill and said, "Listen can you give me a heads up when Barry is going to blow this place? We want to make sure we're out of here when he does," Jill nodded touching his arm. "You'll know when I do. And Chris?" As he was headed out with his partner he turned around and she said, "Be careful..."

Jill came over to Carlos and asked, "Are you okay?" He nodded. "I'm fine, it's just some shrapnel. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. So, Miguel we need to get our asses moving and head back to camp. Since Pedro is the guy who is behind all of this CIA infiltration, we need to take him out," He then added, "And I don't expect BSAA to try and stop us. Right?"

Jill asked him, "What are you saying?You are a member of the BSAA. You were infiltrating the ALF to see who was behind the bio terrorist attack. Now that we know it was Neo Umbrella, you don't have to risk yourself anymore," Carlos said to her in a voice that came off sterner than he intended, "Look, Jill, long before I met you long before I ever even went to Raccoon City I was a revolutionary. A guerrilla. This is who I am. Now, my comaradas got wiped out by government troops back home sponsored not only by the cartel but by the CIA. So I joined the UBCS because it was all I could. I was the last survivor in my unit."

She looked at him like he had betrayed her in a way even if it was only in a small way. "Carlos, you ended up becoming an agent because you wanted to stop things like what we saw in Raccoon City from affecting anybody else. You weren't one of the original eleven but you were one of the first to join the South America branch. That has to mean something. You wanted to help people out back where you're from. Why throw that way now?"

He stood up. "You want to talk one on one about this?" She thought it over a minute and then said, "Yeah. I know a place," They walked down the hall and Rebecca asked, "Is something wrong?" Jill just said, "Just give us a minute?"

They found a room and a door to shut behind them which was good enough. "Jill, there are more evils in this world than just B.O.W.'s. Of course the zombies were terrible and nobody anywhere should have to deal with it but there has been injustice long before the B.O.W's or even Umbrella existed. This is who I am. My parents I told you about a long time ago? They died in the struggle. Now I don't know how Im going to die but I'd rather live trying to do the best I can."

She said, "Just so we're clear, this isn't about...you and me is it?" He looked at her and told her, "It has nothing to do with that but since we're on that subject, you've got Redfield back in your life. You don't need me and I don't need you."

She had a look of hurt on her face and she said, "Carlos...I know that what we had it meant something at the time but I couldn't take it any further than that. I'm sorry. I really am. It's true I do love Chris and I wish I could love you the same way but we have a history together. I should have considered your feelings and i'm so sorry I didn't give any thought or enough though to how you felt...about us..."

Carlos was getting angry just talking about this. "It's not only that. No call for four years? You go missing, were pronounced dead and that's what I though that's what we all thought for three years and then you're okay but in the four years you've been back, if you say you just want to be friends with me, that's fine but you weren't even that. You didn't even tell me you were back. I had to hear it through HQ. And I know you probably went through a lot of shit that was horrible but if I'm your friend, I would have listened only you must not have seen me as even that."

She said, "Carlos that's not true. It wasn't easy for me to talk to anybody about what's happened and you're right I should have let you know I was okay but you have no idea what I went through. Are you really that selfish as to think of yourself in that instance too?" He sighed and then said, "I guess we're all a little selfish. Still, when you said you wanted to just be friends, I was willing to be that but then even that wasn't it. I was just another guy you could screw until Redfield got back!"

She tried to slap him but he caught her wrist in mid air. "You did that once. You're not going to do that again," He twisted her hand and she jerked it poised like she wanted to attack but he pointed his gun at her. "Let's not do anything we'll both regret. I know about your abilities so you'd be a little harder to take on. I'd do it if need be but I don't want to. This is just to show you I'm not playing games with you like you were me."

"Who the hell do you think you are?! You're crazy! You have some nerve thinking you could ever be what Chris is," She demanded.

"You know, Jill, I'm not perfect I don't pretend to be but like I said, I belong in the revolution and not here in the BSAA. I'm perfectly capable of fighting against B.O.W's as an underground revolutionary warrior. I don't need the BSAA for that. I don't need them and I don't need you."

She gritted her teeth, "I'll never forgive you for this. Pulling a gun on me. I would have told you everything I went to if you'd only asked," Carlos lowered his weapon and just said, "You won't forgive me? I'm not asking for forgiveness. Once we're done here on this island, we are done. I still haven't forgiven you either and I never will. Tu sabes, the first night I was with you, this may seem silly to you but my parents visited me in a dream and they told me I should be ashamed of myself for being with you."

She rolled her eyes. "That's crap. Even if it wasn't, if you truly loved me like you said you did, love is blind isn't it?" Carlos glared, "I don't love you anymore and I don't hate you either. I feel nothing for you. And as for my parents, they were right. Even in death, I believe their spirits came to me to warn me. Not only against dating a gringa but because she would use me. That was what they were warning me about! And I should have listened,"

Jill looked at him with shock. "Carlos, we've been friends for years! And even if I didn't feel as strong for you as I did Chris it did mean something to me. Maybe we should have had a poly amorous relationship, you me and Chris...then I wouldn't have to make a decision. What's wrong with being in love with two people?"

He snarled, "Estas loco? Share you? First of all, that's disgusting, another man? Secondly you love him. I'd just be a third wheel," Jill said, "don't be a hypocrite. There are men that have the fantasy of two women at the same time. In many cases it's just using them for sex. If and only if it was a poly amorous relationship, then it is beautiful. If you love me, what would be so bad about that? Besides, didn't you just hear me say I loved you? Are you going to ignore that? I just didn't as much as Chris."

He crossed his arms. "That's why even if I was interested in that kind of relationship it would never work! You love one more than the other and for that sort of thing it has to be equal love for everybody in it," She explained, "It was only because I'd known Chris longer. I'm sure over time that would have gotten stronger...yes, you're right, Chris...what he ad I had was special but it could have been something more with you too. What you and I had wasn't nothing. It meant something I just don't know what that was."

Carlos scowled, "You know, I was better off when you said we'd just be friends. Instead, you had to go back on what you said. Because Mr. Perfect cancelled a date, you decided I'd be your rebound guy. Don't try and say there was feelings involved you and I both know the only one who had that was me. Otherwise, if you had feelings you would have said something and you wouldn't have broken it off the way you did. So, I'll assist you and Redfield the best I can until its time for you all to evacuate but when this is all over, you and I don't speak. We don't know each other. I know you went through a hard time but I need to do the same to you as you do to me. You can go and be with Chris and be happy. I'll keep fighting my struggle."

She looked at him with misty eyes and said, "I was raped! That was what Wesker did. You happy?" A single tear formed in his eye and he trembled a bit. "No...look Jill...I'm sorry that happened...I'm so sorry. That happened to a lot of women back home too, sisters in the struggle. Government troops. I don't know what to say. All I know is, whatever this is between you and me..this isn't working. You're still a good woman, Jill. You fight the good fight for the BSAA but that was your organization not mine. Every minute I was even in the UBCS I was wishing I could be back in Columbia fighting for the liberation of the land. This is what I need to do! Really, what does the BSAA, do that anybody else with a gun, say, a revolutionary can't? Sure, you got information and stuff on yours side and maybe a lot of technology but we're taking the power back ourselves."

He sighed and said said, "I'm sorry things had to end up the way they did between us. Maybe we should have just stayed friends, huh? Look, Jill, I hold no hatred towards you. Maybe some anger but that's justified but maybe it was for the best. We should have remained friends and that's it. I wouldn't have angered the spirits of my parents, I wouldn't have been turning my back on my people, the war at home, none of that. You wouldn't have had to be at a cross roads between me and the man you truly want. If he's what you want, Jill that's what you should go for."

She had a tear roll down her cheek. "Can't we just start over as friends? I know I did you wrong by doing that and I won't ever play with your heart again. We could just be friends, or if I ever felt stronger feelings for you, I would promise it would be the real thing. No games..." He cut in saying, "See, I can't handle that, Jill. This was supposed to be over years ago. This doesn't mean you or me are bad. We're humans and humans are perfectly imperfect. This just wasn't meant to be and I think after this, it's best we go our separate ways I'm sorry..."

He wanted to her her, to tell her it was okay but it wasn't and right now, he knew he couldn't bring himself to do that. It was a lost cause. He still did care for her but he had said too much to turn back. He felt another tear in his eye and he blinked several times trying to get rid of it with his back turned. "I do hope you and him end up together. Just don't sleep on it. Tomorrow may never come so if you love him, you should tell him."

With that, he walked out of the door. He spotted Barry and said, "How soon till you blow the place? I need to get back to my comaradas. We're under attack and taking heavy fire. I wanted to deal with this so that we can make sure Uncle Sam doesn't drop ordinance on any of the survivors that might still be here but I need to get back. This is where my heart is now I'm ALF and I will continue to be either until the struggle is over or till the day I die. I'll help you all the best I can here for now but after that, I'm strictly with the struggle."

Barry nodded. "Understood. You're a good man, Carlos. I understand. Normally, I'd be a bit worried about an SOA agent going rogue but I've known you long enough to know that you would never get mixed up in the distribution of B.O.W's. If you were going to side with the bad guys you would have a long time ago. Jill would vouch for that."

Maybe...she might she might not. I'm sure she hates me or maybe not. I did what I had to. He thought. "Just...if you are going to be involved in a para military group, just make sure your amigos stay off our radar, okay? And if you do fight, make sure you're fighting for the right reasons."

Carlos rolled his eyes, and grinned, "Thanks for the advice, dad!" Barry said, "Ah you know what I meant , smart ass! I've been around for a while, kid. I've seen how a lot of revolutions turn out. Often the guys that say they were for the people end up turning on the people. They become the very thing they once hated. It happened in Iran, it happened in Cuba, it happened in a lot of countries."

Carlos thought,Don't forget the USA! Historically speaking the colonies were not at all different than England was. In fact they were worse! They just traded in a king for a president. Same bullshit different face. but he knew Barry to be too much of a patriot to be able to hear him out on that.

There was some ways he would just never be able to relate to Barry or to Chris Redfield or to Jill even. They would never understand his point of view. They were the privileged, they were the ones who talked about "Winning the west" in regards to American history. Carlos, however, saw it as losing the west. Manifest Destiny, Liberty And Justice For All, it was all bullshit and hypocrisy.

He was a person of color and though he was Indigenous, to a lot of people like them, he was a "Foreigner" even though his people had seen the continent of North and South America as one not two separate lands.

He did not say any of this. He simply grinned at the old fart and said, "All right, don't worry mi gringo compa. I won't become some war lord. I know where people in struggles went wrong and what they didn't do where they should. You just make sure you stay noble too, Barry, all right? Cause I've heard through the grape vine that Tricell funded us back when this started and since they had ties to Wesker, you can see how bad that looks."

Barry shook hands with him saying, "I know son. I used to be in the same team as that arrogant bastard. I'll always love Chris for being the one to kill him," As Carlos contemplated what Jill had told him about Wesker had done to her, he wished he could have made the former S.T.A.R.S. captain suffer himself.

He knew this was not possible as Albert Wesker was dead but in a way he had to respect Redfield even though they had once been rivals with him in the love triangle with Jill, he still had to respect that he was the man to kill him. Carlos turned to Rebecca and said, "Once again, seniorita, thank you for saving my ass. I owe you one."

He turned to Miguel and said, "You ready, hermano? We got a war to win," Miguel gave his sister a hug and said, "I'll see you soon, sis. You me and mama should go for lunch some time again. I'll try to be in NYC as soon as I can."

She nodded and said, "Bueno, mijo, pero tener mucho cuidado. Hay una gran cantidad de soldados haciendo fuego para el ALF y van a querer tratar de limpiar hacia fuera antes de que pueda ganar impulso internacional. Así que simplemente ver por ti mismo, ¿entiendes?"

(Okay, mijo but be very careful. There's a lot of soldiers gunning for the ALF and they will want to try and wipe you out before it can gain international momentum. So just watch out for yourself, understand?

Carlos headed out of there watching as they began laying counter measures. He turned to Barry one more time and said, "Hey, Captain, what's going to happen to that Umbrella base we were in earlier?" Barry told him "We'll have Echo team here soon enough to demolish the place. Right now we gotta worry about the water plant. I hate to say it but if HQ gives us the order we may need to destroy this plant and that could leave this town shit out of luck."

He looked to Miguel and said, "I'm sorry, Miguel. I know this isn't good but we'll try to do what we can,"

With that, they left the water treatment plant. Carlos told him, "Okay, there's one other rendezvous point where our compas might be if the CIA hasn't found them yet. We need to warn them about the assaults and tell them that Pedro was the rata. If there's still some explosives, we can take them with us and level that Neo Umbrella base. Are you up for that?"

Miguel crouched as he spotted a two man patrol of Marines. He aimed and fired quickly, hitting both soldiers in the head. After this, he said, "Hell yeah, man. This is for my gente. We can destroy this lab and you can prove once and for all that while the world might need the BSAA we don't. We take care of our own."

Carlos nodded. "Okay. Let's go blow that lab up then."

Billy

They had their work cut out for them. Billy had to give these rebels one thing. They were fighting a hell of a lot more than the insurgents he had faced in Iraq. A lot of them had just set off road side bombs and used phone activated bombs. If they were lucky some hostiles had opened up on him with AK's but right now, these rebels were putting up one hell of a fight. What was worse was this was the same kind of infection he had seen all those years ago.

So he had lost some men to hostiles here, ALF insurgents, and to zombies, the same kind that had been on that train. That fateful night all those years ago. And now he had seen Rebecca here. What was she doing here in Puerto Rico? What the hell was the BSAA? He had heard bits and pieces of information about who they were but had never encountered them until now.

They had taken that BSAA agent to the hospital in San Juan as promised and were on their way back. Now, Billy and Reggie were flying over the countryside in a helicopter as they were in hot pursuit of some ALF rebels were trying to escape in trucks, stolen Humvees and jeeps. They fired at several soldiers that pursued them ina Humvee, exchanging fire with them. Reggie yelled, "Sarge, we need to help those men down there! What do we do?"

The man began firing his Assault Rifle at the thing while Billy fired the mounted Machine Gun down at the trucks as the pilot flew them over the land of Oceana Aldea. Billy fired the .50 at a truck as they fired at a Marine vehicle chasing them. Billy let the rounds rip into the back of one ALF member as he fired his weapon at a Marine on the vehicle behind him. The rounds tore into his back ad ripped the flesh open. The man collapsed with his spinal cord exposed, from the truck. The other two fired their weapons up at him and hit Billy n the chest. Luckily the vest protected him but it had been a close call.

He fired a burst at the head of one of them, a scrawny man in a red bandanna and hit him, the rounds completely obliterating his skull, his cerebellum exploding in a mist of red, broken bone, pieces of matted hair with flesh attacked to it, and brain matter. The other guy took rounds in the stomach and had his lower intestines hanging out as two huge rounds struck him in the abdomen. Billy shouted, "O'Neill, take out that driver!"

Reggie die just that, firing rounds from his M-16 A4 and hit the man with rounds to back of the head. Billy raked the machine gun over to a Humvee the rebels had stolen from the Army and he fired hitting the man behind the vehicles mounted machine gun. The man fell off,, his head barely hanging on by an inch as the round had hit him in the neck and damaged his spinal cord leaving his head hanging on just barely like a barbie dolls head that had been twisted off and was hanging loose.

Another rebel in the back manned the machine gun and fired up at them and hit one of the privates in Billy's platoon, that was firing from the other side of the chopper. The man took rounds and fell to the ground below at least fifty feet. Billy gritted his teeth as he fired and hit another rebel, this one a man who was clearly a mix between Afro Caribbean and that of a regular Puerto Rican. He fired back at them. Billy fired, hitting the man with the powerful machine gun, mowing the man down along with the guy manning the mounted gun on the back. They flew past it but they could see that there were other rebels now on motor bikes and some were firing MP5's with one hand up at them. While it was not exactly a practical gun to fire with one hand, they had little choice as they also had to steer and keep up. They fired many rounds up and Billy took some but luckily he still had armor on.

He began to fire upon the bikers as well hitting four at a time sending them crashing. He hit another with a stream of bullets. The man went down and fell, bleeding from both his abdomen as well as his back. "Yo, Cody! We gotta finish the rest of these guys off, man! They're in every major country in Latin America but if we end them here we could do a serious blow to their organization!" Reggie yelled.

Cody Bowen...it was relatively close to his old name but altered yet he still had not gotten used to being called that even though it had been his name for thirteen years. He knew that no matter what had actually happened in Africa, his name would not be cleared. So when Rebecca Chambers had said, "Officially, William Cohen is dead," He had to make it seem that way so he had spent a couple of years in Canada living off the grid, but it was a hard life. The cold was too much to bear so eventually he had to make some moves. He did have one military buddy who had been there with him in Africa and who had known he was innocent and tried to plead so on his behalf. Reggie O'Neill. Reggie himself had not wanted to kill any of the civilians but he had been young and naïve just as Billy had been and he had followed orders when his commanding officer said either he was to shoot them or that he would be shot.

When he thought about it all, even with everything he had lost he was glad to still have a friend. one who had helped him get a fake ID, a new start. And who knew he was innocent. When he really thought about it, he decided it was actually a miracle that the other Marines had not killed Reggie for being the one nay sayer who did not want to use Billy as a scape goat. He got a dishonorable discharge but a few years after, O'Neill had been cleared of those charges.

The funny thing was, he had joined the army for the college benefits more so than out of any patriotic motivations and when he had first met Billy, had steered clear of him stating, "I don't like honkies but this is our country too so i'm gonna fight for it," Billy could almost laugh thinking back on it now as he had changed his min d over the years and especially in Africa, when he knew Billy had not killed those civilians and was in fact innocent, he had changed his mind at least about Billy that was. His contempt for many other team mates and their C.O. remained the same but over time, it became less about prejudices he had grown up with and more about the lack of honor the soldiers that had been there had in that mission.

Since they had both served in Iraq and Afghanistan together, they both also had seen their fair share of corruption among the soldiers there too but they had been more in a position to stop it. Billy had promised himself he would. Now, as they flew over the Oceana Aldea landscape, Reggie yelled, "Reloading! Townie, take us over to the east! I think we have more hostiles that way!"

Townie was their pilot. His actual name was Douglass McGee but because eh was from Boston Massachusetts and in particular, the community of Charlestown, he had gotten the nick name, Townie. Townie shouted back, "Will do but we're gonna need to clear up these tangos quick cause its getting too hot on the LZ and we need to hump it back to that church! W got more reinforcements coming. And here I thought Uncle Sam as going to short us on men for one of our more hush hush operations!" He shouted over the helicopter blade. Reggie began firing again, carefully picking his shots, his weapon now on semi auto. "Hey give them time, man, I'm sure they're bound to screw us one way or the other! I'm hoping this doesn't turn out like Nicaragua or Panama but you never know when the Green Weenie is going to fuck you!"

As Billy raked rounds at some hostiles on bikes who appeared to be rebels that were also infected with whatever it was going on, he grinned, "Reggie, you're a goddamn clown," Reggie fired, hitting a hostile with a head shot from the chopper and Townie yelled, "Nice shot, Johnny Reb!" It was an ongoing joke between the two. Even though Reggie was a black man, because he was from Atlanta Georgia, he and Townie often made fun of each others home states. So despite that historical inaccuracy overlooked, he would often call him Johnny Reb or Dixie boy while Reggie called him Yankee or Townie but Townie had stuck more than any other nickname and that probably had to also do with that there were other Marines also from Boston that called him the same thing.

Just then, a rebel fired an RPG at them. The blast hit the side of the chopper and it began to spin out of control. "We're going down! Mayday Mayday!" Billy grabbed the controls as the pilot was knocked unconscious as the chopper hit the side of an apartment building. He took the controls trying to shove the co-pilot aside and he began to try to steer the damaged hit the ground hard and Billy's left side of his head was bleeding.

Reggie kicked out the damaged glassy door and he helped him out. They made their way out and three Marines helped them out of there. The pilot was dead, his face smashed up from the glass and he was on fire too. As they helped them, a Marne from a different platoon asked, "You boys all right? We saw her come down hard!" Billy's ears were wringing. "I'm okay...Reggie, you okay?"

Reggie said, "I'm doing better than you are at the moment! All though that's just a cut. Shouldn't be a concussion or anything serious like that. We'll check it as soon as we get a little bit of breathing time," Just then, some rebels opened fire on them. Reggie helped him move and the three soldiers returned fire against the five rebels. They managed to kill three of them with well aimed shots to the head but the last two rebels that attacked in that area, fired upon them and all three were hit. One took rounds to the side of the face and chin, another took rounds in the chest which did not go through the armor, and a few hit him in the missing link in the body armor.

They managed to get to cover , Reggie firing over his head with the sidearm at the ALF soldiers. He hit at least one of them and wounded him but the other ALF hostile finished off the other two Marines with head shots at close rang. They took cover and he grunted saying, "Why the hell did I ever reenlist?" Reggie chuckled as he returned fire from cover. "You must have a death wish, man! Just like all Marines. We may die but we'll die heroes!"

Leon

They finally found it. The room she was being kept in. Leon was grateful to now have an H&K MP7. He had taken it off one of the rogue agents he had killed. He took the ammo from them too. He had two 30 round magazines and one forty round mag on the other carcass. He used the key card and the red light turned green. He pulled on the handle. "Wish me luck, guys..."

Davis shook his head. "Luck has nothing to do with it, bruv. The only luck we have are these bad boys," He said gesturing his Assault Rifle. John added, "You do look like a mess though, brother. You sure you're okay to do this? You could sit this one out and we can go get her for you really quick."

He declined saying, "That's not an option. It's up to me. You two can back me up but there's no way I'm sitting this one out. What her and I have is complicated but...its real..." David said, "Really, man you don't look well. What the hell happened to you?"

He sighed. "I just got zapped and got beaten a bit by some CIA agents. She told me some pretty vital information before proceeding to beat the hell out of me. I'l tell you guys once we get Ada back."

They went through the door and spotted John, Leon aiming his sub machine gun, they aiming their Assault Rifles. "The jig is up, John! Let her go! That's the only way you're walking out of this alive! If I'm feeling generous."

John sneered. "You just think you can waltz in and steal the love of my life and just ride off into the sunset with her? It doesn't work that way cowboy. While I've been awake I've done my homework on you, too. You've proven to be quite a nuisance to Umbrella. They've wanted you dead for some time. Of course, even a resurrected man such as myself can see the writing on the wall. Clearly, Neo Umbrella is done for. They're past their prime. They'll exist for maybe a couple more months and then they will be gone for good."

He then said, "Of course, in my many awakenings in far more inferior bodies to this one, due to the likes of Albert Wesker, I never expressed this much to him but it is very much an imminent reality."

Agent Andrews and Trapp were drawing a bead on him. As was Leon. "What's your angle, Clemmens? If you're just another love sick psychopath out for a woman who doesn't care about you, you may as well be Simmons yourself, not just wear him," Leon snapped.

"My angle? I am in love. She is my everything but it seems time has drawn her away from me. That is sometimes the cruelty of life. However, I intend to make her one with me again. I am dead still even as I speak to you now. I became one of those mindless zombies. And according to Wesker, I was later a crimson. I was killed a second time but even still I was brought back but my original body was useless. However, even with all of the projects Albert and Spencer had going on, none had been as genius as Project Lazarus."

John Andrews took offense to that. "Oh you want to take something sacred and beautiful out of the bible Jesus did and make it about some sick Umbrella experiment? If my grandma mama were alive today she'd kick your ass!" John Clemmens barely acknowledged the agent and did not look at him but spoke to him briefly saying, "No, unlike the bible, or any religion for that matter, Umbrella actually had intelligent ideas. It seemed they found a way to escape even death. Something all religions claim to do yet fail to deliver on. I am a man of science.I do not know if there is an afterlife. If there was, I must not have been there long before I was brought back to life. I assume there is nothing but I do not know now. I am by all means physically alive but I need my beloved and she needs me whether she knows it or not. Once we are together in death, perhaps we will exist in some form or another. Still even if there is nothing left after this life, I would still rather she were with me where she belongs, than to have her slumming with some Irish peasant."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Seems to me, you're just another asshole who can't move on, pal. You're the dead one, not her! You need to let her live her life however she sees fit. Are you really that self centered to think she should die just so she could be with you?"

Clemmens sighed. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. Then again, why would you? You are after all, the third wheel. You are incorrect, however. Ada Wong did die. That is, she would have been dead were it not for Albert Wesker. For all intents and purposes she was dead to the world. As I said before, Umbrella did have its genius but that all died when Albert died. Alex Wesker is just a fool trying to live in the shadow of his brothers glory but those shoes can never be filled. So yes, this is why Umbrella's legacy will die off. The genius of granting one, immortality is now lost to humanity because the leadership of Neo Umbrella s almost non existent and to the extent it does exist, it is run by imbeciles."

David scowled, "Sod the fuck off, you raging lunatic! That isn't immortality. You were zombified and killed. Then somehow, your DNA and memory was salvaged and some other poor soul's body had to let you live rent free there. Nobody should be immortal if even one person has to die in order for it to happen! I don't know what Project Lazarus is or was but it sounds like a load of shit."

Clemmens grinned, "Isn't it? Once one was considered to be a zombie they were past the point of no return. To find a cure for the T virus only applied to those who had been infected but had not yet been turned. But what about a cure for those of us who had already mutated? What if there was a way to bring us back? And what if, even upon being human again, we should want to fix whatever genetic flaws we had that made us become mindless Bio weapons rather than a sentient being who was in control of the virus rather than the other way around? What if we should want to be part of that Darwinist process, the Progenitor virus bringing Natural Selection back into order?"

He then said, "But alas, I am not out for any of that. I am simply a former Umbrella employee who is admiring some of the initiative being shown by the ideas of some of its greatest members. All I desire is my own true love. Perhas I am looking at this all wrong. Maybe there is a life in the hereafter. Maybe then, Ada will be purified from the chaff of this world that changes people. Maybe there our love can be pure as it once was..."

Leon shouted, "You're insane! You're planning a suicide pact with a woman who doesn't even love you!" Ada had awoken. Leon tried to keep his eyes off of her and she untied her hands slowly without being exposed to Clemmens who had eyes on the DSO agent as well as the two SOA agents. The man sneered at the BSAA agents as well as Leon. David kept his cool. "Let the girl go and you walk out of here."

Nice save, Dave! He thought.You ought to be up there with Meryl Streep for your poker face!

Ada got to her feet and picked up a knife, which Leon was unsure who it belonged to. She stabbed John in he back from behind. "I never loved you. What we had? Was a means to an end and it was eight minutes, tops. When are you going to get that?" She stabbed him several more times and gave him a spin kick and he dropped to his knees his back bleeding.

She cart wheeled over to a table where her weapons were. She got her cross bow back and aimed at him. He snarled in pain. "It seems you continue to resist me! Oh how this world has corrupted my love! Twisted her to something she is not! Fear not my dear. I shall save you from yourself!"

She was in a panic herself. Her weapon and the bolts with it were all she had on her. She fired a bolt into his back. Clemmens growled ripping the bow out instantly as he bled. "I won't be so easy to get rid of my dear. I am afraid I have the persistence of a man who knows what he wants."

Leon fired twelve rounds into his chest which seemed to take even Ada by surprise as it was not like his usually calculated self. Clemmens began to transform, as he clearly had at least one of the viruses in his body to be alive at all. He began to turn until he looked as Derrick C Simmons had back in China when he mutated. Leon's eyes widened but he, John and David opened fire hitting the man with a multitude of rounds. He growled and charged at Agent Kennedy knocking him back. His arm grew into that huge abomination Simmons had before but luckily he had not morphed into his T rex form.

That had been a pain in the ass to deal with. Leon fired as he did morph into the mutation that he had encountered when they had first fought Simmons. "I guess you and Simmons are like peas in a pod, huh? A couple of scientists who want what they can't get! No wonder they made you share the same body! You're just two dead men too dumb to know it."

He had to reload and Clemmens came at him. The snarling monstrosity resembled a quadruped and it began to fire back projectile at them all. John Andrews took several rounds in the chest and a few in his massive left shoulder. He cried out, "Shit!" Leon called, "John, you okay? We should take cover lets get out of this lab!" Ada fired three bolts into the back of Clemmens and the beast growled and fired some of his skeletal projectile at her, hitting her in the shoulder, piercing her. He did the same to Leon. Leon cried out in pain.

John got to his feet reloading the M-16 and shouted, "I'm good! Nothing but a flesh wound! Nothing we can't handle!" He fired another burst at Clemmens aiming for its face which still resembled that of a human. It briefly shifted back to a semi human form. Leon ran up to it and began to punch it delivering blow after blow just as he had with Simmons. "I killed Simons I can do the same with you!"

He hit him at least seven times causing the man to bleed. He began to shift back and they got clear, Ada putting a bolt in the side of the things face. "Ahhh...yes...Simmons DNA and memory has become my own but in the fusion I am the dominant one. I remember it. It seems you and one Agent Helena Harper killed Derrick Simmons. I will see to it to not fall for the same tricks you pulled on him. Two minds are more powerful than one, boy!"

It swung its sharp razor appendage at David swinging at him. The British SOA agent cried out as it left a deep gash on his right forearm but he had missed the worst of it as it tore into part of the floor as the BSAA agent rolled away just in time before he had been ripped to pieces. The thing ran at them all on four legs. Ada aimed her crossbow at him again. "Come now, Ada, dear. Do you honestly think such a primitive weapon is going to stop me when modern firearms can not?"

Ada smiled, "Different kind of bolts, Slick. Let's see," She fired and hit him with a bolt in one of its massive legs. It grunted in pain as a bolt with a flashing red light had got through. It then exploded and some of the lab equipment caught fire as it did,. this wounded and the thing roared like a wounded elephant. She fired another one and the same thing happened. This wounded him further and he shrunk back down to size. This time Ada ran to him pouncing on his chest. She hit him with a left hook, then a long blow from a right, then a left elbow, followed by a right hook to the cheek and another blow to his nose. She pounded on him for as long as she could. He began to transform and was going to attack her again but she fired her grapple gun at a wall and rappelled away from him.

Leon fired twenty rounds into its back from a forty round box mag he had just loaded up. Agent Andrews had just given him a first aid spray for himself and for Leon. The pain eased up in his arm but he still felt sick. He ran from Clemmens as the mammoth B.O.W. ran after him. Leon barely managed to dodge its swinging blade as it tossed up floor tiles as well as destroyed lab equipment as it tried to get to him. It barreled through two tables as if the were made of paper, crazed like a bull in a China shop. Leon sprinted around the medium sized lab room trying to keep away from it. Ada wanted to fire another explosive bolt but was not going to until he was clear from John.

David fired his M-16 into the back of the things head. He let off eighteen rounds and this was enough of a distraction for it to focus on him and Ada fired her bolt into the side of its body. It exploded and this time David ran up and punched him several times. Leon suddenly collapsed. He felt like he had no more energy. Yet at the same time he felt like throwing up all of his inner organs.

Ada noticed he was not looking well. "Leon, what's wrong?" He panted, "I feel like I'm dying...I feel drained...i encountered some Family agents and they did a number on me, they used a stun rod on me but that wouldn't explain why this cut I have started hurting again and why my insides feel like crap..."

Ada examined where he was cut. John and David meanwhile engaged the mutant Clemmens, trying to keep it busy choosing between attacking the two of them. John pulled the pin on a grenade and lobbed it and a deafening explosion sounded off on the other side of the room near the far wall to the south east.

"I encountered a Hunter too only something about it didn't look right. It might have fucked me up worse than the one I saw before that..." Leon continued. "It was discolored. Like an orange tint to its skin rather than green...I never saw a Hunter like that before."

Ada had a worried look on her face. "Leon, that wasn't a Hunter. That was a Sweeper. I think you've been poisoned. We need to get you a serum of some kind."

David once again had Clemmens on the ground and was pounding him hard. John came up to Leon and said, "You all right boss? She said poisoned? What happened, Kennedy?" Leon shook his head. "A Sweeper. That explains why I got so wiped out just from running from Clemmens. And why even after you helped me with that first aid, I'm still feeling like hell."

John sighed. He yelled, "David, you got this? Can you cover them? I need to go find Leon some serum!" David shouted back as he hit John Clemmens with left and right blows, "Oh yeah! Having the time of my life!" John left the room and said, I'll come back for you guys. You have my word on that."

David was knocked back as the thing went back to its full beast lashed at him and nicked his forearm. He cried out loudly. Though it wasn't as bad as it could have been it still had hurt. Leon aimed unloading the magazine into the face of this thing, this creature that had once been a human being. It fell to its knees and John cried out, "You will not deny me what is rightfully mine!"

Leon charged him and knocked him down and threw a left blow to his jaw. He followed with a right to the front of his teeth and then a left to the nose and another right to his left eye socket. He put all of his strength into each blow. As he recovered, John kicked him off and went back into his form like that of Derrick's first mutation back in Lanshiang. It sent him flying back.

Ada fired to more explosive bolts into its side and it exploded. It roared and went after her. It fired more projectile at her and she ran to take cover, bone fragments as well as rounds hitting the wall behind her. She ran out of space to run in so she fired her grapple gun with her left hand grappling away to the farthest wall away from him. He still followed her and let off bone projectile hitting her in the back. She cried out in pain falling down, the grapple gun collapsing at her side. David fired an entire magazine from his M-16 into the back of it. He helped her to her feet and used a can of first aid spray. "You all right, doll?" She took the hand up and said, "It's bad but I should be fine."

She looked over at Leon who was just barely managing to stay ahead of the creature and said with a worried tone, "I can't say the same for him," David fired his assault rifle after reloading it. This briefly distracted the thing hitting it with ten rounds in the back giving Leon a bit more breathing room but not that much. David backed up firing his M-16 off with fifteen rounds to what looked like its eyes.

It roared and fired his bullets back at him. David ran for cover taking seven rounds most of them in the vest but he did take one which grazed his left forearm. David cursed in pain and then yelled, "How many of those explosives do you have left? The bolts I mean."

Ada checked. "I have thirty regulars, two explosives left," The British BSAA agent checked his pack and tossed her a .50 Desert Eagle. He tossed an incendiary grenade at the crazed Umbrella employee and it caught the thing ablaze and he have her four mags for it. "This is a spare. We can make your limited ammo last but use this to hold him off of Leon."

He then hollered into his headset, "Trapp to Andrews, where the hell are you, man? We're sitting ducks down here. Leon is not doing good he looks as pale as a drowned baby and he's on his last leg. Where the fuck are you?!"

His partner answered, "Shit! Just hang on a second. I'm in their infirmary right now. I'm trying to find him some serum, okay? I think I found a bottle and one of those little packs. Which should I bring?"

David yelled desperately, "For fucks sake, John bring both of em ya fucking mong! He's going to die down here if you don't and will we probably if you don't get your arse the fuck down here on the double!"

John said, "Okay, okay! You don't gotta yell at me like I'm the enemy. I got it! I'll be down there as soon as possible. Just keep the B.O.W. off of him until then!"David added, "Wait, one more thing. Those explosives have a set timer, right?"

John replied, "David you know they do. You went through the same explosives training I did and we both helped found the BSAA just like Chris and Jill. Or have you forgotten that?" Trapp gritted his teeth, "Then time is of the essence! If I remember correctly that should give us five minutes before we need to get out of this laboratory. Remember, this is a Neo Umbrella facility they took from Tricell and the Family has taken it from them so God only knows what they have planned for the B.O.W's they have in the experimental rooms. I saw a few of those Lickers locked in cages. Luckily they didn't get out. I need you to set off the detonation, is that clear?"

John hesitated but came back and said, "Roger that pard. Over and out. I'll be with you in two minutes."

Meanwhile, Ada fired two rounds into he things hind legs to keep it off Leon who was firing his pistol with one hand, looking queasy. Ada unloaded an entire magazine into the thing. This time, the beast transformed back to its human form and David fired his M-16 into his face after Ada knocked him down with a right blow. He let off several rounds.

The rounds hit the thing in the face and destroyed any resemblance of a normal human face. Several teeth were shattered as the rounds hit it in the jaw and its face looked like one big red ugly mess, only the eyeballs still being intact and even the tip of his nose had been sawed down and our more rounds went through John's left cheek bone. He got onto him and began punching him just as they had, his knuckles turning from white to crimson as he pounded the face of the B.O.W. like it was beef that needed to be tenderized.

Blood splattered with each blow. John then kicked David off and transformed back to his mutant form. Ada smirked as she reloaded firing a round into its torso, what looked to be some damaged flesh in its side from David's M-16. "I gotta say, John. Even if you were just a screw to get what I wanted out of you, I liked your before profile more than after."

This angered John who was still sentient for the most part. "YOU MOCK ME?! THAT GOVERNMENT AGENT HAS FILLED YOUR HEAD WITH MALICIOUS LIES AND TWISTED YOU INTO SOMETHING ELSE! YOU ARE NOT LONG FOR THIS WORLD. ALL WILL BE FORGIVEN ONCE YOU AND I ARE IN THE HEREAFTER BUT FOR NOW YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR DISLOYALTY!"

Just then, John Andrews burst through the door with the serum. David unloaded twenty rounds, able to do so as he had an extra capacity magazine. The creature spotted Leon and fired rounds and bone shards at him. John spotted this and tackled Leon. Even as the agent knew he may die himself, he knew Leon could not take any more hits. They hit the floor and John took the rounds in the back and a few shards in the left the rounds were protected by his powerful bulletproof body armor but he was bleeding from the bone shards.

David got Clemmens on the ground again, his face mostly healed up as he had healed slowly in his tyrant form to sustained trauma. He still punched him as much as he could. "Just die already you annoying bastard!" Shouted David. He did not get back to beast mode. He just looked over at Leon with a wicked grin. John Andrews yelled, "Oh shit!" The pack of serum to be taken in IV form was spilled out as a few returned M-16 rounds had hit it and the bottle of serum had been punctured and it leaked all over the floor.

Clemmens laughed. "SINCE YOU HAVE SHOW LITTLE REGARDS FOR MY OWN FEELINGS, NEITHER WILL I DO THE SAME FOR YOURS! IF I CANNOT HAVE YOU, NEITHER CAN LEON. BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY YOU CANNOT HAVE HIM. HE IS GOING TO DIE AND HE WILL DIE SLOW. HE WILL BECOME ONE OF THOSE THINGS."

Ada was angered by this. "You're a coward. Why can't we keep this between you and me? This is what this is all about right? You not being able to handle rejection. Let him go."

John disregarded her words. "HAVE TO GO, MY LOVE. I SHALL BE SEEING YOU VERY SOON. IF YOU'RE AS COLD AND CALCULATED AS YOU TRY TO BE, THEN PUTTING HIM DOWN WHEN HE IS A ZOMBIE JUST AS I WAS SHOULD BE NO PROBLEM, RIGHT? THAT'S WHAT EVERYBODY IS. A MEANS TO AN END, RIGHT ADA?"

With that, John took off. Leon looked like he was about to collapse but John Andrews gave him two green herb tablets he had mixed down. "Come on, bro you gotta stay with me! There's gotta be another way. You aint going out like this," Leon asked him, "John...how much time do we have left until detonation?"

The American agent had synchronized his watch with the detonators timer. "Four minutes and five seconds, we need to go!"

Leon shook his head. "I don't want to turn into one of those things. The other John was right. That's what was going to happen. I avoided death so far but he's won this time. The detonation will destroy this lab, take out a good amount of B.O.W's before they break out, and its just enough time for you all to get out of here and for me to die before I turn. Now go!"

Ada shook her head. "I know you better than that, Leon. We survived worse. You got poisoned by those spiders back in Raccoon City in the sewers, remember? Before you got shot but we got you healed," He shook his head. "That was a long time ago, Ada. Besides, that was Raccoon there are no blue herbs out here. Come to think of it I haven't seen any blue ones in several years. Now go!"

Ada was fighting the urge not to cry. She had her game face on but inside she was weeping. "I'm not leaving you," He demanded, "Why not? It's what you're good at. You always leave me," Though she had her poker face on and was tough as nails, his words pierced her.

John grabbed Leon and forced him to his feet. "To hell with that! We've got to stop this infection while we still can and you and I got seniority over the police and the military. We got a job to do! On your feet, soldier!" Ada took one of Leon's arm while John took the other. They took the elevator to the top floor. As they got up there, as the door to the elevators opened, they got out and David yelled,"Time?"

John said, "We got three minutes!" As they got toward the exit, suddenly two vents were smashed and two Lickers got out. "Fuck..." David exclaimed. He reloaded his Assault Rifle. "You guys go! I'll hold these fucks off!" John yelled to him, "That aint happening!" David fired at one of the Licker's hitting it with seven rounds in its back as it came at them. Two more came from the vent they had escaped from. Clearly they were newly created specimen that had broken out of their cages.

"This is not up for discussion now fuck off! I'll be right behind you!" John checked his watch as he helped Leon walk. "You got two minutes and twenty seconds! I expected your ass out the door a minute from now!" David held them of as the other three escaped. Leon was feeling liker shit.I don't want to die but I think Clemmens may have taken our last hope...

Claire

She had gotten to know the DSO agent fairly well in the amount of time they'd spent walking from Grand Central to their destination coordinates. "So Leon and you were together in China too, huh? That sounded like one hell of a mess."

Helena replied, "Yeah, we went along way to clear our names and chase after a crooked Security advisor. I'm glad Simmons is dead. I wonder if he screws all his partners?" Claire cracked a smirk. "What, you too?"

They both laughed at that. Helena said, "Yeah, that sounds like him. I wonder if he uses near death situations to meet all the women in his life? A friends with benefits kind of deal instead of a relationship? All though the emphasis being benefits for him."

Claire said, "It wasn't all bad and besides, it was a middle ground between a one night stand and a relationship. Him and I, we both lost somebody and were hurting back in 98'. We both needed comfort and we were all we had. We both had our hearts set on somebody and we thought we lost them."

Helena asked, "What about your brother?" Claire smiled , "Not that kind of need," She added, "Me and him are best friends though. We went through a lot together. I loved him and he loved me but it was a different kind of love. Not quite platonic and not quite your orthodox relationship."

Helena asked, "Was that Ada he was after? I met her. She helped us out more than once but she sure liked to disappear on us a lot. I didn't know what to make of her. I guess I should have known better than to do anything with him knowing that he had feelings for her but he was the first guy that was semi decent I'd ever been with. Besides, I guess in a way we both lost somebody too. Not the same as you and him and your situation but I lost my sister in Tall Oaks and he lost his friend, the president. So in a way it was similar."

She then added, "I met your brother through Leon, actually. He seemed like an okay enough guy, him and his partner. They had us go after Simmons while they tracked Ada. You know, I told Leon he should ask her to tell him the truth about what happened in the infection, about what her role was in it. I even encouraged him both before and after we had sex to go after her but in a way I just told him what he wanted to hear. If what I've been hearing about Ada Wong is true, then she's a bio terrorist. I hope he doesn't let his feelings for her cloud his judgement."

Claire nodded. "Yeah, ever since Chris heard she had survived he was pretty pissed. He claimed she had been shot down by the Family. He says she was responsible for the death of his team and even for his own partner. I'd hate to see what happens when they encounter each other again."

She then added, I'm sorry to hear about your sister..." Helena nodded. "It gets easier as time goes by but I don't want to forget what her face looks like. I hope in some way I can see her again even if it sounds crazy..." Claire frowned but then warmly said, "You will,"

Helena asked her, "So what it you lost?" Claire sighed. "It's a long story. I lost my friend, this boy I met back a few months after Raccoon. He was a good person he saved me but then, this lady who owned the prison we were taken to killed him. He was brought back by the virus. You've heard about who Wesker was right? He had him brought back to life and for a long time he was under his control carrying out assassination jobs for him."

Helena expressed sympathy saying, "I'm sorry to hear that. You don't always meet somebody you find you can trust in just one day but when you do it's a shame to lose them. I haven't lost any friends so I don't have anybody to compare it to but when I lost my sister, I cried for weeks after. I just promised myself I wouldn't cry until Derrick Simmons was dead."

Claire understood why. "I get it. To finish unsettled business right?" Helena confirmed this with a nod. "Yeah. It made no sense to keep feeling sad until the job was done and that was hard to do. Kill Simmons I mean," Claire admitted, "I've known a lot of guys that just wouldn't die. If you thought he was bad you should have seen Albert Wesker. Now there was a man we thought got killed at least twice. Turns out the third time is a charm but sometimes I wonder if he's really gone. There have been times we thought he was dead and there were pockets of time between times we'd seen him so I can't help but wonder..."

Helena assured her, "I wouldn't worry too much about that. He can't be. He was killed by two rockets, right? He's gone. There's no way to survive that even with the virus. Then again, I think we killed Simmons in several ways that would have made it impossible to survive but he kept coming back. When we did finally kill him, even if it was possible for him to survive I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be as much of a threat. He was impaled by a beam that was longer than he was. I wouldn't over think it too much, Claire."

They headed down a smaller street. "This is definitely not your ideal vacation that's for sure," Helena observed as she spotted two dead officers and three dead civilians. Claire was glad she had taken that M79 from that BSA agent. She checked her ammo. After looting a few bodies she'd found some more ammunition for it. She had nine left in the mag as she and Helena had put down a few carriers outside of the station.

A few zombies staggered at them. Helena fired five rounds from her 9mm. It hit a zombie in a hoody in the stomach. It grunted in pain but did not stop. It came at her, wielding a baseball bat. She managed to duck a swing from him and roll to the side, firing two more shots which hit him in the liver. The carrier went down and Claire took out a female with a hatchet with a single head shot which obliterated her nose.

Claire fired four at a paramedic who was wielding an oxygen tank as a weapon. The rounds hit the guy in his already bloodied uniform, this one, a man with yellow teeth, and dried blood caked around his bottom lip. There was a patch of flesh peeled back on his right cheek leaving the inside exposed. His dishwater blonde hair was also coated with more fresh blood. He growled and hit Claire in the stomach with the tank.

Claire cried out falling back but as she fell to the ground she fired, aiming up at him. She hit him with a round in the throat and the thing gurgled and blood emerged in bubbles from its mouth. She fired again and hit him between the eyes and he went down as she got up.

She held her stomach in pain but knew there was no time to rest as there were two more. Helena fired the rest of her magazine into the last two, killing one and wounding the other. She spotted a fallen SWAT team member of the New York Police Department. He had an M4A1 Carbine Rifle. She checked for ammo and found two thirty round magazines, plus twenty five that was left in the weapon itself. "Jackpot," She declared.

Just then, the officer groaned sitting u. Though it was in tactical gear and had a helmet on, it grabbed her leg. Helena gave it a kick to the face. It did not stop even as she did so she gave it another and a loud crunch as she brought her boot down on it. She did not see the zombie she had only wounded, a bigger African American male with his skin now pale and grayish, his eyes milky and feral, crawling up to her to bite her leg. She did see Claire throwing her own knife at her. Helena flinched but saw the knife hit the man in the back of the skull. Claire retrieved the bloody knife.

"Always watch your back," Claire warned. They moved up the street. Finally they got to the place that was supposed to be the base. "That's the one," Helena said. It began to rain. Just then they heard automatic fire and they saw three people headed towards them, they appeared to be stumbling. Claire aimed at them but saw they were just wounded. "Claire...?" She saw that the man who was wounded was Leon. "Leon! What are you doing here?"

He said, "I'm DSO remember? It's my job. Your'e still Terra Save, right?" She smiled. "No, not officially but old habits die hard," Leon greeted Helena and Claire did the same with John Andrews. She had not seen the big guy in a while. Helena spotted Ada and aimed at her. "Leon, I have to confess something. I did hope you would speak to Ada before anybody else would and try to talk her into coming in, try to find out what was her angle in all of this but since so much has happened already, and she's responsible for so much death in Lanshiang, I'm afraid we have to bring her in."

Leon pulled away from Ada and he said, "Helena! Don't! She told me everything. She's not responsible for Lanshiang. It's hard to explain. Even I didn't know at first and I was closest to her than anybody else there. Simmons had a woman he did experiments on. Carla Radames. He had an obsession with Ada. He made the woman look and sound like her. She went crazy. If you even look at some of the BSAA surveillance photos taken by the satellite pictures, Carla was dressed differently from Claire."

Ada then in a flash had her Desert Eagle drawn and aimed at Helena. Leon tried to stop her. "Ada...this isn't helping..."

John told Helena, "The lady is telling the truth. She showed us evidence. We just need to get word to the rest of the BSAA. For the time being though there's something wrong with our frequency. I don't know why. I can only contact my partner on the headset. I can't get any response from any of the teams deployed to New York."

Ada said with sass in her voice, "I think you forgot who saved your ass as well as Leon's back in China, little girl,"

Helena glared, "We all covered each other back there and in Tall Oaks so we're even. Still, that really seems unlikely, you having a doppleganger."

She handed her PDA to Leon. "Show her."

He did and Helena had Claire get it. Claire looked through it scrolling and reading. "She's telling the truth. Okay, put your guns down. Both of you,"

Claire said, "Fancy seeing you again, Ada," She and Leon had both met her. They had briefly teamed up together in their ordeal in Raccoon City and both Leon and Claire had been on the search for Sherry.

Claire said, "What's wrong with him?" Ada's expression went from haughty to worried. "He's been poisoned by a Sweeper. We had some serum but..." She trailed off, still not quite able to believe the failure had happened. Leon finished her sentence "It was a dead end...I don't think I'm much longer for this world, Claire. It's good to see you again but under these circumstances,...its kind of a drag..."

Just then, a man came running to them, also a BSAA agent. John remembered, "Fuck, that's right we gotta get out of the blast radius!" They all began to run as the building exploded sending flaming debris everywhere. Leon hit the ground and was dizzy, trying to get up. The ground seemed to give out from under him or his body did. Claire to his side, ignoring the ringing in her ears and helped him to his feet. "Come on!"

As they all got up, Helena turned to John, "You want to explain what the hell that was about?" Ada told her, "That was a Neo Umbrella facility. It was a building run by a dummy corporation for Tricell. It's been taken over by the Family. Whatever resources they still have left, the Family is looking to seize it. I know people think I'm on their payroll but I'm not. I'm out of the loop. I can get information pretty easily but I'm not inside Umbrella's inner circle."

Claire looked at Leon and said, "We've got to help him. We need to find him some blue herbs or something. If we don't he will die and he will turn," Helena turned to her former partner. "I thought you got all those government tests? You and all the survivors of Raccoon? They wanted to see why when you were all bitten, you didn't turn?"

Claire was able to answer that. "They did test on us for several months. They decided that even though biting us wouldn't turn us, if we were to die from a zombie bite or multiple bites, we would reanimate from the dead as one. Just, we were different from most, because most people it took getting bit only once and they were gone."

Ada whispered something to Leon that nobody else could hear. John and David took Claire aside. "We don't want to let him turn but we're not sure what more we can do for him. He'll die and then reanimate, same as was revealed with the government tests but it's still not a good outcome. For now, first aid sprays and green herbs help him. I've still seen plenty of those around the world. But I haven't seen blue or yellow in several years and that's not good, love."

Claire tried to think. "There has to be something else we can do!" Helena approached her and asked, 'Hey you were saying earlier you saw my partner, right?Can you point me her way?" Claire said, "I saw her back at Grand Central but now she could be anywhere in the city. Have you tried contacting her? Maybe some of those army medics at the checkpoints will have something in serum form."

Helena sighed. "Then that's the best we can do for Leon, for now. I need to get a hold of Sherry too. I believe I have a location of Alex Wesker but I need my partner before we go after him," They began to head back to the army checkpoint at Central Park hoping all was not lost there. It was decided that Claire and Helena would go and search at Grand Central Station again, while Ada, John, David and Leon would head back to the Central Park Army checkpoint. Claire gave Leon a hug and said, "Hang in there, okay?" He nodded saying, "I'll sure as hell try. Can't guarantee it though."

"You have to kind of wonder what Leon sees in Ada, don't you? Shes so secretive," Helena pondered. Claire joked lightly , "Yeah, that's her. The woman he dogged you and me for. It wasn't all bad. I had some good times with him."

That, she added, "And he wasn't bad in bed either," They both laughed at that in a sisterhood solidarity sort of manner. Helena said, "Not bad? Hell, I never came before I met him! He may have commitment issues and love a woman that seems to be that woman nobody can ever have but he's a good guy. I can't hold resentment against him entirely. We didn't make any promises about being exclusive."

Claire cracked, "Maybe that's his method. Befriend you and screw you. Maybe it works for him," Helena agreed, "Yeah let's just hope it doesn't bite him in the ass with her. I'm not saying I have anything against her but she seems like a hard person for anyone to get to know. I hope she's not leading him on."

After a while of walking, they reached the station. It seemed even more chaotic than before. A Marine approached the two of them saying, "You two shouldn't be here! We're trying to evacuate as many civilians as we can! This city is out of control! We're now evacuating people by boat down at the harbor. We can still try and evacuate you but we'll need more people than just you two to do that."

Claire told him, "It's okay, I'm a member of Terra Save and I've been dealing with this kind of situation since Raccoon City. This is Agent Harper, DSO," Just then, a helicopter flew toward them, catching them in their beam of light. The helicopter landed in the street.

There were a few armed men in the chopper as well as the pilot. They were dressed in tactical gear but the man in charge wore a black suit with some kind of bullet proof vest under it. Several Marines approached with their Assault Rifles aimed at all of them. "Identify yourself! No sudden moves!"

Claire recognized him. "Trent?" The man grinned. "Claire Redfield. What pleasure to see your lovely face again," He turned to Helena. "And this must be the decorated Helena Harper I presume? You are quite the hero in that Tall Oaks incident. So was Agent Kennedy. I really must congratulate your performance."

The Marine in charge yelled, "I'm not going to ask you again!" The man introduced himself to the Jar heads and said, "Gentleman, you may lower your weapons. I am with the United States government and have higher authority than you do. I am not the enemy."

The Marine, a stern looking Cuban American yelled, "I'll be the judge of that! We're here because of a bio terrorist attack on the city! Until I say otherwise you could just as easily be an insurgent! Now lower your weapons!"

Trent held his hands up lowering his own sidearm saying, "Is this really necessary, boys? I am here to help. This bio terrorist incident is clearly the result of a terror cell based in America but operating in the middle east. It is the same as before. Radical insurgents have been in a vacuum of power since Bin Laden's death. They are buying bio weapons on the black market. Their Anti American sentiment has taken them to desperate measures."

The Marine ordered, "Lower your weapons and we'll lower ours!"Trent ordered his men to lower them. They seemed uncertain but they did. The Marines did the same. "Now who the hell are you, man? I'm sorry if we seemed paranoid but we've ha insurgents out here taking shots at our men, even some rioters. Some would be revolutionaries, not to mention those flesh eating cannibals. So when a man in a suit comes in on a chopper it's natural to be nervous about it!"

Trent smiled. "I understand your anger, friend. I am on the same side as you are. I am Trent. That is all I can say and that is all that matters as far as my name goes. I am with the United States government. You might say we're an elite group of extremely concerned patriots who are very concerned about the future of our country as well as the world. So we oversee international issues and handle them accordingly so as there might not arise a tyrant from a rogue nation."

The Marine was curious. "Like the CIA? Taking out terrorists before they can even get off the ground? Or Blackwater?" Trent shook his head and said, "Both are honorable organizations but I am afraid it is more complex than that. Both the Central Intelligence Agency and Blackwater work for us. There is no federal agency that we don't have a hand in. We fund them. We give them missions. We send them to hot spot zones where terrorists are."

Claire thought to herself,What the hell is he talking about? She wanted to point out that this was not some Islamic fundamentalist attack on the United States but she did not know exactly what he was talking about regarding who he worked for. From what she had thought, Trent supposedly worked for the Agency. That was what Leon had told her when she saw him last. Was he mistaken?

Just then, Helena pointed her Handgun at the man and declared, "You're working for the Family!" The Marines drew beads on her now. "Lady, drop the fucking gun!" The Man who was in charge said. Helena called back to him, "He's with the Family. They're the ones responsible for this!" Trent held his hands up. "Is this really necessary? Gentleman, we really must be going. Can you apprehend this hostile?"

The Marine shouted, "Nobody is going anywhere until we get this resolved. Lady, drop the weapon or we will fire on you!" Just then, the man's voice was silenced as a knife hit him in the jugular. He held his wound, falling helpless to the ground. Just the, several rounds went off and then even more. Somebody was firing a silenced weapon. Claire and Helena retreated to cover as more rounds were exchanged. It seemed there were more gunmen from the Family than just the ones that were with Trent. They had gotten the drop on these soldiers. How had they done this?

They shot at Claire and Helena too as they retreated inward to the station. The soldiers managed to kill two members of the Family returning fire but were otherwise losing the fire fight practically before it had even started. A wounded Sergeant, a white male with a shaved head and blue eyes and a blonde mustache, had taken rounds through his body armor and was holding his wounded stomach as well as his side. "You people...you're fucking terrorists...how could you...? Attack US soil...?"

Trent removed the man's Assault Rifle from his reach. "I truly am sorry about this but you boys should have surrendered. We are the United States government. Even the Central Intelligence Agency is on our payroll. We have nothing but this country's security and best interests at heart. Sometimes, you have to create a bad situation, to have the means to do some good to the already existing bad. We know there are already threats out there that need to be dealt with but some politicians, mainly Liberals were thinking of cutting back on our funding. This attack on U.S. soil, which I assure you, was Al Quieda."

The man bled from his mouth, crimson smears at the corner of his lip. "Fuck you...! You're staging an attack...to get the CIA funding...? You're no patriot...you're trash..." The man reached for his sidearm, an M9 to fire at Trent but one of Trents assassins fired shooting him through the forehead with his silenced Assault Rifle.

Meanwhile, Claire and Helena were taking cover behind some of the sand bags that the soldiers had set up as the Family fired on them. Claire hit one Family member in the chest five times but they just hit the armor from what she could see. The man fell but was by no means down or even injured. Trent instructed his men, "I'm afraid those two need to be disposed of as well. One is a survivor of Raccoon City. The other was in Tall Oaks. If they're not dealt with they could be quite the thorn in our side. See to their demise."

He walked away. Meanwhile, Helena got her Assault Rifle out and Claire loaded up the M79. She had only a few electric rounds but they would have to do. She fired one, from cover at them and zapped three men. The assassins fell to the ground gyrating as they were electrocuted as if having a seizure. They were either dead or incapacitated. They fired at Claire forcing her back to cover.

There were at least nine of them left. "What the hell are we going to do? They've got us outmanned and outgunned! We're screwed!" Helena yelled as she discharged twelve rounds back at them hitting and injuring one. "I've faced worse, we can take them!" Claire insisted. One of the Family goons pulled the pin on a grenade of some sort and lobbed it near the two women.

It went off and both were blinded as it was a flash bang. Claire could not see anything. She saw silhouettes in the blinding white light moving toward her. An assassin pointed his Rifle at her face and kicked her gun out of reach. He was about to fire and Claire blinked able to see slightly better but the man was still there. Everything seemed to slow down. She could hear Helena crying out.

One of the mercenaries had his boot on her neck pinning her down. She could hear her heart thumping inside her chest. just then, something sped by grabbing the man in a blur. Claire rubbed her eyes sitting up to see what it was. Somebody had rode by on a bike and had snatched up the agent. The man took a dangerous U turn spinning at 180 degrees and he flung the agent sending them flying as though he weighed nothing. The man hit a Toyata truck and landed on the windshield.

Steve! He was the one on the bike and he had his mask back on. "Claire, go! Get inside! I'll get you some cover and I'll handle these chumps!" Claire called out, "But..." He barked, "Now! I'll be right in there!" He got off the bike and one of the Family members yelled, "Hostile inbound. Drop him!"

They opened fire with their suppressed automatic weapons and hit him with several rounds in the chest and he kept coming, not even falling from the motorcycle. Claire was glad that all though she had removed the device, his abilities had remained. "Helena, come on! We can make it in there!"

Helena followed her but returned fire as at least one agent was still focused on her. She hit the man, dropping him with a well aimed head shot. "Friend of yours?!" Claire told her, "It's a long story! I'll explain it later!"

Meanwhile, inside, Victor and Atonwa, the Iroquois warriors , were tending to the wounds of Angel, the brother of the woman he was in love with. "So you say you saw some big spiders, eh homes? Shouldn't have tried for the sewers," Victor told him as he gave him a mixed herb which would remedy the poison. "What could I do, ese? I can see the city is falling to shit. I'm not trying to escape or anything. I just wanted to find us all a way out."

Atonwa made him take the herb tablets in his mouth. The elderly man was an expert at natural medicines. "It's bitter but you need to swallow this. You'll feel like throwing up but it will make sure you don't keel over from the poison..." Victor and Atonwa's group had changed a bit in the last few hours.

They had found more survivors and a lot of them were Native American just as they were. They would help the Thisenakerashera:te out as well, just long enough to stay alive but they would send them on their way, out of the city when the time deemed it necessary. They would stay however, no matter how bad it got. This was their land. It always had been. They'd been here long before they came from the seas and would be there long after they'd gone.

So far, Tashini and Jimmy were the only non Indians who had stayed with their group in the long haul, despite Antonwa and Victor's separatist attitudes, they figured they had the best chance of surviving with them. "I know what your convictions are. I'm not asking you to abandon them. At a time like this it shouldn't matter where we're from or who we are,"

Atonwa had told her, "Yes, but we are the keepers of Turtle Island. We do not own this land but we are of it. We were always from here. Made from the soil by the Great Spirit. As all children were at one time in mother Earth's history. We will help you get on your feet but when the time comes you must leave us."

Tashini had sighed. "Okay. Fine. We'll get out of town, out of the country then. But not before we're ready to. It may be safer overseas anyway,"

Victor had warned her, "I wouldn't bet on it. This thing is going around the globe. The Family is behind all of this. It isn't just a matter of prophecy being fulfilled and all people returning to their natural homeland. If Americans of European and African origin do not go to the continents on the other side of the globe and help their brothers and sisters there, this virus will spread. You aren't just doing us a favor by leaving. You're doing yourselves and the world a favor. We have to be everywhere."

The ebony woman insisted, "But I want to stay here and help you. I want to fight for you and with you. You've taught me so much all these days we've been with you," Atonwa had taken her hand. "Child, the things we have taught you, about respecting mother earth, about fighting for what is right, caring for your Elders and protecting the weak are all values all people once had. They have just forgotten it. You need to go there to tell people there what you've learned here."

Jimmy had said, "It won't be easy fighting back you know. If I go to another country we'll just be on the receiving end of US foreign policy. Plus other countries aint as well armed as this one is," The Chicana lady with the Aztlan tattoo, named Cheyenne Morales, said, "That's why there'll be an airplane full of weapons waiting for you when you go there. We're not going to send you out into the dark blind. We're nationalists not monsters..."

Both Jimmy and Tashini had asked, "Who are you? What group are you all in?" Atonwa had calmly said, "We are with the Amerindian Liberation Forces. We're a US branch of a revolutionary group that started in the Caribbean. The same thing happening here is happening there,"

This had been a couple of days ago, when they'd had this conversation. Before they had encountered Claire or Randy or any of the people she had with her.

Though this outbreak was bad, an unprecedented opportunity had come up. With much of the US government falling due to the viral outbreak, they would have a chance to arise and decolonize. One of the warriors addressed Atonwa, "Tashini is back," The woman set some supplies down as she came back. "I got what I could as far as medications. I got some pain killers, some anti biotics, some first aid spray, and a few other things,"

Atonwa warmly smiled, "You're on your way to being a great healer then. It's just as important to be able to heal as it is to fight. I know that wherever your journey takes you, you will use what you learn here to save lives,"

Meanwhile, Angel asked Victor, "So...can I be a member of the ALF? I know you and mi Hermana are tight and that's firme. I support you. But...I want to be able to fight for something different than that. Something real. I've been in the game too long. I'm tired of it," Angel was a former gang member who had done a lot of time in prison in his life, "You're gonna be okay," Victor assured him, "And once we're sure the poison has worn off, we'll tell you. We definitely could use the numbers. i'll have to ask Atonwa."

Tashini observed the herbs that Atonwa was using. "What are those things? I've seen them green and red but never blue," Atonwa handed her a plant with a pot it was growing out of. "This is a healer of poisons. It's a natural herb that my mother taught me, and her mother before her. It was used to heal all kinds of poisons Sickness, the kind obtained from poison darts, in some cases, even healers would use this in cases of possession by evil spirits but physically, the thing this deals with most is when your body is sick. I remember because one of my great uncles had been sick during the great Flu epidemic of the 1900's. so many were dying. Nobody knew what to do. One of the matriarchs in our family mixed one of these up and used it in a tea. He survived. He was almost near death. The flu would affect you mid day and you'd be dead by evening. But Uncle Luke was okay by the next morning..."

She looked at the burn mark where one of the poison spiders had spat acid onto angel as the herb had been applied both externally where the external wound had taken place and he'd been given a blue herb tablet. "Remind me to stay away from spiders..."

Just then they heard gunfire outside. Jimmy and three warriors, readied their weapons. "We'll check it, Uncle," They told Atonwa Just then, two women burst near them and found the warriors and jimmy had guns on them. One of the men said, "I recognize the one on the left."

He told her, "You follow us but do not try anything or we will kill you. Atonwa will want to see you. If he doesn't have a place where you can hole up for the night, he will at least tell you where you can find a place to bunk down,"

Jimmy ordered, "Both of youse, lower your weapons," The younger brunette said, "You first," Jimmy told her, "No no no, you're not in a position to negotiate," Victor and Cheyenne appeared behind the warriors and said, "Everybody lower them. They may not be our people but they still are people," Cheyenne said. She asked the two women, "Are you wounded?" The one in the ponytail said, "No but we have others that are."

Cheyenne said, "Well I don't see anybody other than you two," Victor led them back but he stopped next to the other woman and said, "Nothing personal, but I've seen your friend here before but I don't know you. But I do know you're with the US government. So like I said, nothing personal...but don't fuck with my family. Or I will fuck with yours."

She scowled daggers at the Mohawk Indian and said, "I don't have any family left. Don't talk to me that way again," He shrugged, somehow more calm than he had been before, "Like I said, nothing personal."

Atonwa greeted the two as they came in. "Ah! Nice to see two fresh new faces. Are you looking for a place to stay for the night? We will not be staying in Grand Central permanently but for now it may be safer to stay with us than to go back out there. I remember you young lady, remind me again, what was your name?" The woman with the pony tail said, "Claire Redfield. This is um...a friend. Helena Harper. We're just trying to stop the infection. You've seen me before. We had more survivors but..." She hesitated, "They didn't make it."

Just then her blue eyes widened as she saw the herbs near Atonwa. "Are those blue herbs?" He nodded. "Yes, it is sad to say many of the botanists do no grow them anymore but in a few places. They are very rare but for my family it is a tradition. Are you poisoned?" Claire shook her head. "No, but a close friend is. We're afraid he's going to die if we don't get him a cure soon. A B.O.W. wounded him and we don't want him to be turned."

Atonwa looked at the several plants he had. "I can help you and I will. But I believe in barter to a degree. Sometimes, I would give you this just to help you but I think we can help each other and I may need something from you too. I will give you three of these if you can give me what I need. I may even show you how to make them."

Claire frowned. "Anything. What do you need from me?" The older man paused and then said, "Information. We will take these over to your friend right now. In the long run, me and my warriors as well as the people under my care such as Tashini and James, here are not expecting to be rescued any time soon. We must rescue ourselves. You know more about what is happening here than anybody else. I know some things but I am not like the youth. am not good with computers. If it aint on the evening news or the papers, I will not know of it if it is on any other news source. Will you agree to tell us all what you know, no matter how classified it might be?"

Claire nodded. "Not a problem. We just need to hurry. My friend is very sick," The old man rose and he beckoned to a few of his warriors, three women and five men leaving the rest to stand guard. "Okay kiddo. Let's go see your friend. Where is he?" Claire told him he was just over near the Central Park check point. The Mohawk Elder said, "We will get the information we need out of you after we go help him but there is something you can tell me now."

Her eyes met his. Hers, blue and youthful and a bit naïve even still, his deep, brown and old with bags under his eyes as well as the things he had seen over the years. "What was that shooting we heard just outside?"

Claire was not sure how much the Elder knew or did not know so as they walked she decided to tell him. She began to explain as much as she could. As they walked through the station she listened outside, expecting Steve to still be at it with the family agents. All she could hear was the pouring of rain. The shooting had stopped. As they exited the station, they saw several dead bodies laying there.

The old man looked at the dead men in body armor, some of them killed and ripped in ways not possible for a human. Jokingly, Atonwa said to Claire, "Lucy...you got some explaining to do."

Steve

He watched as the two women disappeared inside. He then turned back to the Family agents who were firing at him. He had his same mask back on. A Family agent fired twenty rounds from a G36 at him. "Get that bastard! He's a B.O.W.!" Steve easily dodged the bullets and was behind the man and he hit him from behind with a powerful cobra strike. He sent the man sprawling face down. Another agent fired on him and he sped up behind him dodging bullets but the guy brought it around and a few hit him.

Steve kicked the weapon away and the guy tried to bring up his sidearm but Steve grabbed the gun midair and caused it to discharge hitting one of the men in the head as he was trying to shoot Steve in the head from behind. Steve hit the agent he had in the stomach and then in the face. He knocked the helmet away. The man, a guy with brown hair and blue eyes was dazed but tried to swing back on him. He hit Steve in the face and it did not faze him one bit.

Steve grabbed him by the hair and punched him hard. He bloodied the man's nose on contact and his head snapped back and he also ripped some of his hair out causing him to bleed. Steve hit him with three quick jabs to the abdomen. The man dropped to his knees, the blood from his nose staining his mustache. He swung at Steve again but he caught the blow as it was so feeble. Steve hit him with an uppercut. He send him sprawling several yards back and he hit his head on the pavement cracking his skull open.

Steve dodged several automatic rounds and got behind an agent, this one, a female. She tried to swing an elbow at him backwards but Steve drove his knee into her back sending her falling forward. He followed up with a kick to her side. She growled and hit him with her pistol distracting him long enough for two more agents to flank him and shoot him from behind. "Aim for his spine!" Yelled one of the gunmen as they fired on him. The woman hit him in the face and recollected her weapon and fired on him.

Steve dropped down on one knee as the remaining seven unloaded on him. He felt weak as round after round hit him. Blood came out of his mouth. "Either get his spine or the brain! If he's a B.O.W. the same rule applies to him as most of them! Kill the head, the body will die!" Another agent remarked, "This aint an Ali fight, Gibson! This is a serious threat! This man is a known bio terrorist!"

Steve coughed up blood and thought,Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black? He concentrated and his eyes changed color,. He let the virus surge through his veins. His skin began to change color from pale white to green. He then spit back all the fragmentation of rounds that had been emptied into him. He spit them from his mouth as fast as if his mouth were a machine gun. From what he knew, when Derrick Simmons had been alive, he was able to do the same thing.

He got through the protective helmet of the woman and the rounds sawed through her face, burrowing into the front of her skull causing blood and brain and skull fragments to fly to the side as if it were all spent shell casings in a discharging weapon. Finally, her head burst in an explosive sickening pop and the back of her head had her brain stem exposed as her body collapsed to the ground.

"Son of a bitch! He just killed Tate!" A man with an Alabama accent said in horror as he fired.

It was a truly sickening sight. Steve began to grow in size and he growled. He had learned to control himself better when he transformed but he was still every bit as powerful as he had been the first time he transformed all those years ago.

The family agents backed up in fear but they reloaded. "Unload on that fucking thing! I've never seen anything like this before!" Steve growled and ripped a parking meter out of the ground as if it weighed nothing at all. Now the rounds that hit him felt like being shot with a BB gun. It stung and maybe even hurt a little but all it was really doing was pissing him off.

He roared and swung the meter across the face of the agent who had said to shoot him in the s spine. He cracked the man's head open on contact and he hit him again managing to send coins flying all over the street as well as decapitating the man. The Family agents fired at him in the head. "This guy's unstoppable! How much ammo is it gonna take to drop the fucking thing?! Trent said nothing about this!" The agent who had said something about an Ali fight complained.

One of them who had a Sniper Rifle and had put a good distance between himself and Steve yelled, "Shut and keep shooting! They may not hurt him but they won't make him stronger!" Another agent declared, "Stick this up your ass, pal!" He lobbed a grenade at Steve. The explosion sent parts of the road flying, debris, concrete flying everywhere. Steve charged at the man who had done that and swung the parking meter at him and hit him in the stomach. The man cried out and went flying back twenty feet, scraping his face on the sidewalk as he landed. The man coughed up blood as Steve had broken all of his ribs and one of them punctured his left lung. He wheezed and coughed up blood.

Steve swung the parking meter but this time brought the slab of concrete still stuck to it down on the man's head. With a sickening splat, the man's face was smashed flat and as he brought his weight down into it, his face was split to several pieces, separating like a puzzle that had just been intentionally ruined. If puzzles had meaty chunks of bone with an eye ball next to it.

The concrete shattered and left a huge crack. Steve ran back at the Sniper. The man fired two rounds into his chest as he came at him. "Christ, what the hell is this asshole made of?!" Steve hit him with the meter too and then discarded of the weapon. The man fell back, separated from his Rifle. He fired his pistol backing away as he had his left arm broken. The man was screaming in both pain and rage. Steve grabbed the man picking him up and began to tear at him from the sides. He roared like a lion in the wilderness.

The man bled excessively from the mouth as Steve literally ripped him in half. Once he separated the torso from the legs, he cast them aside and tossed the top half at his own comrades, blood spraying everywhere, his spine on the ground as severed as the body was.

The last few decided to make a run for it. Steve charged at a flash of red fury, he lost control and when he snapped out of it, all he saw was each of their mangled bodies in front of him, twisted and ripped in ways that no human being should have had to be.

He had no recollection of finishing the last few off. Soon, he was human again and staring at his own bloody hands.What the hell is happening to me? Steve wondered.Am I losing control?

He wanted to go make sure Claire was all right but there was no way he could face her just yet. He sped off.

Jill

She looked at her old partner and said, "Look...I'm sure he'll snap out of it one day. Sometimes people go their separate ways," Chris sighed. "Well if he's really your friend he ought to understand. I mean...you meant what you said, right? You have feelings for me?" Her throat felt dry but she needed to admit it. Even as her heart was beating faster. "Yes...I do."

He took her hand. "I've had feelings for you...I think since the day I met you. I just...wrote it off as a crush. Back when I first joined S.T.A.R.S.?Then enough time went by and even after all that happened at the mansion, that didn't change. I knew it had to be something stronger than that."

She put her hand on top of his, warming his cold hands up with hers. "Never mind that for now. So...what do you want to do about that thing you told me? Back in Edonia and Lanshiang?" He sighed. "I thought me and Piers would make it out. I felt like he had stuck by me after all that happened. If nothing else, he was loyal. He reminded me of myself at his age. Then he went down with that facility. I felt like everything I'd ever fought for was a failure."

She told him, "That's not true. You helped him the best you could and you killed Albert Wesker. If that isn't worth something, what more are you supposed to do? You're only one man, Chris. I know we founded the BSAA together but eventually, you and me both will have to retire. And as sad as it is to say, our team mates that replace us, either they'll survive or they won't but somebody has to survive and somebody has to carry on the torch."

She then added, "You did all you could do for him. You should be glad for that. You tried to get him to leave but he made his choice and he stuck by it. It was the best thing you could do. You wouldn't have wanted to put him down like all of your team mates back in Edonia who turned, right?"

He seemed pained by the thought of the rookie from a year ago. "Yeah...that is the best thing but at the same time, Piers is still alive and he's here. And last I heard, he's killing BSAA agents and that Excella bitch or Alexia or whoever she is, is brainwashing him to see his own team members as an enemy!"

Jill kissed his left cheek. "You can't blame yourself. It doesn't solve anything. Sure, we can say we would have done things different if we got another chance but we don't get another chance. If Piers is still alive then you can still save him. Sometimes you get a second chance in the present."

Chris wasn't sure. "There's something wrong with him, Jill. I got a feeling about this. It's not the same thing as with the P30. It's like his mind is different all on its own. Even when you were under Wesker's control you still recognized me after I said your name. This wasn't the same. What if it isn't a second chance, Jill? What if its fate coming back to slap me a second time?"

She sighed. "Chris, the last thing he would want is for you to blame yourself. I know you kept at the job even after he died to honor him but your first instinct was the right one. You can't do this forever, Chris. Neither of us can. We both started this thing strong and we set the foundation for others who want to get rid of bio terrorism in the future but the last several years have taken a lot out of both of us. We have to have our years of peace at some point too, right?"

Just then, Barry and Rebecca approached the two. "All right you two, we need to get a move on. We've rigged this place with enough explosives to blow it up three times. We need to get ourselves out of here. I really hate to say this but HQ told us that even while its causing the infection of a lot of people, this is also what the towns water supply relied on so we'll need to relocate a lot of refugees. Uncle Sam is sending more soldiers to evacuate the non combatant civilians. We'll do our best to protect them in the mean time."

Chris asked, "What about the rebels?" Barry sighed. "Well, we're going to be cooperating with the United States military on this one, kiddo. The objective is to get as many of these innocents out of harms way, of both the conflict and the infected civilians as possible. We also cooperated with the rebels too, remember? That's why Carlos and Miguel are going to do their job so we can do ours."

Rebecca shook her head. "I know you like him but we don't know that they're going to level the Neo Umbrella base for sure! They said, 'maybe' and that isn't good enough. I'm sorry, Chris but we can't intervene either way and more than likely they're all going to die as they send more soldiers in."

Chris thought about what was said. He thought about the problems between Jill and Carlos. Though he no longer hated the guy, they were by no means friends. He didn't want to see the ALF wiped out. Miguel was a good kid and had managed to still be pure in intentions even in a war zone like Oceana Aldea but Carlos was another story. He made sure Jill was not in ear shot of what he needed to say.

"Carlos made his choice, Rebecca. He doesn't want to be BSAA anymore? Fine. Whatever happens happens. He's made his choice."

Meanwhile...

Piers stared at the bodies of at least a dozen men. It seemed like ever since he got here, he had been killing. Laying in front of him now were bodies of rebels, soldiers and even a few BSAA agents. Who were supposed to be his own team mates. Alexia approached him. She had been shot as there was some blood on her white dress. "You have done well, my dear. You are proving to be the kind of predator this world needs. The kind that can deal with undesirables such as this."

Even as he had no recollection of who he was, he knew his true self had to be inside somewhere locked in his sub conscious. Otherwise, if he were just a pawn as he started to suspect he was, he would not feel as badly for having killed those he had just disposed of. Some he had electrocuted, others he had disemboweled and dismembered. "What have I done?" He exclaimed in disbelief. It had been instinct to fight these men when they had attacked him but it felt wrong.

"Wasn't I supposed to be one of these men? A BSAA agent?" Alexia put a hand on his shoulder. "That was your old life. Now you are one of those worthy to rule the new world. The time is almost hear for all to be revealed to you. Son it will all make sense. And our enemies will become your enemies and with your new perspective, you will have the power that comes with it. You do not want to be a worker ant. They are replaceable. The answers to all of your questions will be waiting for you at your next destination."

She led him along and he followed.I have to get answers from her...even if she is insane. She talks like a crazy person but right now she's all I've got! Whenever I see any BSAA agent, even Chris, some kind of rage I can't explain takes over my body and my mind goes blank. Why couldn't I have just stayed dead? Things would have been so much simpler.

He asked her, "Where are we going?" She grinned ear to ear. "New York City. A place that has run amok with peasants who believe themselves to be kings and queens but in reality are common worker ants. A place that has been full of sin for as long as it has existed."

He was curious but he had a bad feeling. Still he had to wonder, "What's in New York? For me?" She told him, "Destiny..."

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All right so that's another chapter, sheeple! XD Jk people.

Needless to say, I agree with Carlos on one thing and Jill on the other. While I also agree with his parents stance on him and Jill but also his own new found stance after years of being nothing more than a friend (With benefits) BUT, I agree with Jill in the sense that I believe in poly amory. I mean in a country where marriage has a 50% divorce rate and these are all monogamous relationships, trying anything else would be better IMO. Besides, who decides you can only love one person? A bible thumper? That doesn't apply to me. I admit i would not be into the kind of poly amory Jill was talking about I'd want the opposite lol but then, there are men willing to be in relationships like she was talking about too.

By the way, to the guy Damien or whatever the guest review look, I don't know how to say, as it aint my first language, i look up on google translate. I do the best I can. And even if I got some of it wrong, the thing is, neither English or Spanish are the language of my people Both are languages that were forced on people. I know many people hate that I speak my mind but you gotta stick by your opinion no matter what no matter what anybody says.

By the way as for the stuff with John Clemmens, I made him very much like Derrick's tyrant form. Plus I thought what if John Andrews had gotten the serum but Clemmens fucked it all up? And then, you know, I had the idea of the blue herbs with Danyen and his warriors. They're not necessarily against Claire or any of her friends but they are not for them either they are basically autonomous rebels who have armed themselves and as revealed are a North American branch of the ALF so it has already spread. And I was thinking, since blue herbs are virtually non existent in RE lately, it'd be cool if there was still a way to get them but you had to do certain things first.

Will Leon survive being poisoned by that Sweeper? Or will he die? Also, let me know if you think I'm doing the characters well or if it needs improvement. I should emphasize it is not that I am trying to do anything OOC with any character especially Carlos. It's more my own twist/expansion on what I already know about them.

Another thing, if Leon does survive, do you think him and Ada could ever finally settle or is she too much of an action junkie and would refuse to be tied down? I got one reviewer who said Ada is pushing 40 and not getting any younger. That's a valid point but at the same time, you never know she might have a fear of commitment.

And at RainFox I know you hate Steve but I hope I've at least made you like him in this :) I hope Capcom brings him back as a bad ass actually.

And as me and Toggastay were discussing we think the Family would be more of a threat at this point than Neo Umbrella since they have a lot of power and influence on the world and have for a long time. Do any of you think they are based o Illuminati?

Also, what do you all think of my OC's? Were any of them likable? Past or present chapters? And what do you think of Claire and Helena being temporarily paired up? Also, I have thought about maybe in some other fic, pairing Claire and Leon up but IDK if it is cannon like Ada/Leon. Can anyone think of any hints at it that were canon? And yes I do consider SD Perry and the movies Degeneration canon since they got the voice actors of the games in it.

Also, poor Piers, right? It's like he's where Steve was a few chapters ago and Jill used to be. But he's not even so sure if he is in control or under somebody else's control or if he's simply going insane and cannot tell the difference.

Oh by the way, Reggie is sort of based on Bowman from COD Black Ops. Funny thing about it is, I identify and relate to Raul Menendez in COD Black Ops II more than the so called "Heroes" the contras in Nicaragua in real life, were assholes and the US supported them.

Really, regarding my distaste for the use of drones in this chapter I will say I like how Mendendez pretty much flipped it all around on the first world imperialist nations! That's the down side to a weapon like that lol. They can be hacked.

By the way if you are wondering what Cemanahuac means, it is a Nahuatl word referring to North and South America. It means land between two waters. The word in the same language for South America is Tawantinsinyu, the word for North is Anahuac and Cemanahuac refers to all of it and it implies by the language that the land is one not separate continents because the word Cem in that language is the word for "One" like the Nahuatl way to say mono, i guess? Anyway the fact that they knew how the land was from ocean to ocean shows they were not barbarians, salvages, cannibals, etc as historians try to portray them to be.

They were very intelligent and observant. ANYWAY... the word Thisenakerashera:te is kanienke'ha for non indigenous person basically means foreigner.

So far, Billy has no clue what is really going on, he's been fighting in the middle east under a new name but when he sees Rebecca again he will find out what has been happening.

OK that's all.

Please R&R I take constructive criticism but regarding typos (See authors note at the start of the chapter) I did what I can. So I take CC but no flames, ok? Chances are your story may not be perfect either.

And if you do like it, the longer the better :)

Thanks