Chris saw Kyle come into the room and set a satellite radio down on the table. Kyle looked at Chris in fear as he did that and quickly left the room. 'He is a fucking monster! He didn't feel any pain! What are we dealing with here? I hope Hendricks can force Captain Redfield and Nivans to talk,' Kyle thought as he left the area. Chris felt Kyle's fear and he knew word would spread in the interrogation department, but then he heard Hendricks' voice. 'That butcher is with my Piers! FUCK!' Chris thought in anger. This was how Chris could feel true pain: Torturing Piers. He could hear the old torturer's words as water was being used on Piers. 'Waterboarding? Damn them!' Chris was getting madder by the moment and then he felt it from Piers: Terror. Pure unbridled terror came from his his partner, and Chris was struggling to not break his bonds and free his partner. No one is without some sort of fear and it seems like the old bastard torturing Piers knew his one of his worst. Someone had to give up details about Piers and there was only one other person who knew about this detail: Jill. Chris' remaining eye glowed in rage, snarling so deeply in his throat it was akin to a lion. 'Damn you Jill…damn you to Hell. This is not going to save me. They are hurting him, truly fucking hurting him!' Chris could feel Piers' terror as they continued to waterboard him. He could not stop all of Piers' suffering, but he could absorb some of his pain, some terror. Closing the remaining eye and concentrating upon their bond, the feeling of so much terror from Piers nearly broke his restraint, but he knew the time was not right for that. They had been gathering information for so long. Too long. They had to make certain that when the time came, that only those who had truly deserved this, who had ruined a once proud organization that he had helped to build, would suffer. These men who struggled and died for their cause, they did not deserve the fate that he would have bestowed upon them, but it was Piers who had made him swear to it. That no matter what they endured, they would not kill people needlessly. He'd killed enough people. Murdered friends, because they were infected, and he couldn't allow them to come back. Ever since C-virus entered the sniper's blood stream, his stance on killing had become more convicted than it ever was. Only when someone deserved it. 'I'm right here Piers. I am with you. You are not alone, you are strong.' The Captain absorbed as much of Piers' pain and terror as he could through their bond, but there is only so much that could be done in their present state. With his sniper refusing to relent all that would harm him.

The little assurances from Chris were all the more startling, fear had Piers stifling gagging as the old warhorse leaned over him. Painstakingly slow, his captor began driving a knife point down into that well feared arm, dragging it through flesh and sinewy, muscle, almost tearing it away the joint out of place and yielding the shout of pain, muffled and exacerbated by the water clinging into his lungs, forcing it deeper as he gagged on the rag in his mouth. This whole body was arched off the floor, shoulder's taking the weight as joints ached as the man wedged his knife between the socket of his shoulder, prying at it. Tugging it out of position. "Another bucket boys, I think we should help wash away some of those tears." Hendricks' bass voice snarled on the other side of the radio, holding the water just hovering over Piers' face, pouring it ever slowly as he settled right beside his ear, whispering vile little threats to him, just loud enough for Chris to hear. "How much do you think your Captain really cares about you? Hmm? Going to let you suffer through this? I have seen your kind, I know what you are capable of and more over, I know what you fear. He won't save you. And the longer he's silent the longer I get to toy with you. Tell me kid..." he snickered between the gagging, Piers fighting to turn his head away from the assaulting voice. "How much do you mean to him if he's willing to let you take all this for him? I know you are close, but I didn't think that you S.O.U. boys were so stupid." There was a coy sound in his voice as they yanked away the rags again, Hendricks grabbing the radio off the table. "What do you think, Captain Redfield? He is a pretty little thing for a sniper. But then, it makes sense why you and Captain Valentine didn't work out. Was it his beaten bloody lips, or was he your whore? You've got ten minutes, Captain. Ten. Answer the questions my scientists gave to you, or I'll cut out the mic... and you can only guess what kinds of things I'll let these boys do to him. And they are far less... reserved than I am."

There were three scientists in the room bombarding Chris with questions about C-Virus. He refused to say anything and he just looked at them for a moment with his right eye while the left eye still had the scalpel rammed into the mutilated eye socket oozing. He closed his good right eye. The scientists were given direct orders to leave it in place, and they were to not touch Chris for now. Chris wanted to do nothing more than break his bonds, tear this place apart, and rescue Piers, but he stayed still and quiet. If he'd wanted, Piers could have killed them all, lit them up with electricity, but then Hendrick's had found a method to ground that room, to make sure that the charges and shocks that surged over him wouldn't affect the rest of his men. Lucky for them there was a gag in his mouth, because Chris knew the affects of the other hidden monster in the room, and the pheromones that could twist a mind and body, had even worked on him, like playing a violin. He was still concentrating on lessening Piers' pain, absorbing what he could of that into himself. Chris could feel everything the old interrogator was doing to his Piers. Time was not right yet to break out of here. It was a very, very hard time being patient, but it would pay off in the end. He just did not want his Piers to suffer anymore than he already had, to not feel the terror he was feeling; but even behind that terror, he was forcing himself into calm, attempting to keep his mind,as he sought whatever information Hendrick's fed them, the names of people who would see him dead. Those people were the one's that would pay. Reverse interrogation was a splendid method to those that could take the punishment... get inormation from a man interrogating you, because they wanted to talk to you, and all that information without lifting a finger.

The ten minutes nearly passed and Chris was still as silent as ever. He knew Piers was going to suffer further from his silence, so he concentrated as hard as he could on what mission lie ahead of them. This was mentally taxing on Chris, but he could do this for days if he had to. 'Piers, never forget who you are. Never forget that I am here for you and that I am with you. Focus on your bond to me my Piers, I love you.'Chris gave an answer as time expired: "Go to Hell."
Seconds ticked down and Hendricks made certain to count them off in Piers' ear while they threw the wet rag over his face again, twisting the knife as he inhaled the water that was drenched down on him. "Two... and one... Well seems to me that your partner decided you can take what you've got coming to you. I have to say... I'm kind of happy that your Captain doesn't give a shit what we plan on doing. Eric get the water off him, the rigging too... Time we saw how much this little bitch can take." Hendricks' well kept perfectly groomed face hovered over Piers' visage watching him and locking eyes with the younger man while his people took away the water and rags, foreign hands at his legs removing all the magazine rigging as well as the utility belt from around his waist. "I don't usually go for this kind of thing, but I can see why your Captain gave you that advancement... making you his partner basically ensured he'd get a piece of this didn't it? Tell me Nivans, how long did you work to get to where you were? Go ahead answer. It was... how many years? You joined the B.S.A.A. at twenty one... and you became his partner after only two years?" Mismatched orbs refused to look away from Hendricks' face or reveal the disgust he felt in his mouth for whoever decided it would be a great idea to tell them about Chris' relationship to him. He never imagined they'd stoop this low, but he wasn't a little boy. He could handle himself. "So, two years to become Chris' partner... I looked into you. You applied for a position in the S.O.U. three times before they accepted you because of your age. What self respecting Black Ops sniper tries that hard to get away from his crew? And that got me thinking." Hendricks' smiled, holding up a baton that resembled one that a policeman might use, refusing to tear his eyes away despite the hands on his legs. "How about you tell me a little about you, Nivans... You didn't do a half bad job becoming a ghost before you joined our little company. But after a little digging, I found out it was your father that covered up your record. Why it's so spotless: Major Dean Nivans. Impressed you didn't tell anyone you had a higher up as a father. The brass never mentioned you before and it had me thinking just why you are so eager to get away from the Army, or was it just him?"

Piers bit the inside of his cheek, closing his eyes and looking away, settling at the wall. Fuck them. How did Hendricks even find out about that was beyond him, but at the moment he didn't give a shit, just focus on anything else. Everything else but that. "I'm going to enjoy this far too much, Captain." A smirk worked over shark like features, nodding to one of his men, picking up the radio and walking away from them, leaving his men to Piers, with their assortment of objects. "I'm going to let you hear this Captain... and we're going to have a little talk." There was the sound of tearing fabric just before laughter. Chris probably would have heard the scream in his mind, but Piers stifled it vocally. His mind reaching out to Chris with nothing but blinding pain and the taste of vomit in his throat. "Keep the radio on, and have some fun with it boys. Pretty boy there likes it rough I hear." Hendricks left them there, finding his way to Chris' torture room and throwing back the door, that same vicious smirk working over his face that he didn't even bother to hide. Enjoying the groans of pain that echoed over the radio, and the laughter from his boys. "Oh I can only imagine what they are going to do to that pretty little partner of yours. I can't imagine how much fun they'll have. Especially considering they don't have to ask him any questions. They're only authorized to stop... when you answer. So tell me, we'll start with something simpler. How did you meet him? That's harmless enough isn't it, Captain?" Interrogation technique number one. Get the person to talk, didn't matter about what and the way Piers had flinched from the question he knew he was pressing all the right buttons for him, but Chris seemed to only care about one thing: And that was his partner's well-being. "I'll tell them to use their own cocks next if you don't open your trap, Captain."

Chris heard the old interrogator enter his cell and he could feel the joy this old bastard had for torturing Piers and himself. He could feel everything that Piers was enduring and over their bond, he found out that Piers went through this shit before. Chris was finding out so many details about Piers and it sickened him to the core. Due to the pain and terror Piers was feeling, his mind became an open book for Chris. Images of his past along with the emotions Piers felt went through their bond. He could see why Piers did not like talking about his past and it hurt him knowing that he was going through some of the same shit again. And now, Chris heard what the old fucker had in store for his Piers if he did not speak. 'PIERS BELONGS TO ME! NO ONE ELSE! HOW DARE YOU!' Chris could not help but feel this at the moment and knew that Piers would feel it over their bond. Chris wanted to speak…oh he wanted to do it to spare his Piers from the pain he was feeling, but Chris knew that giving in would never work. You give an inch and they will take a mile. He would have to help his Piers endure what those sick bastards were going to do next. 'Piers, you belong to me and no one else! I will kill them for this. I swear it! When we get out of here, I will fucking kill these bastards.'

Piers chest tightened just hearing those thoughts in his mind, just feeling it through their bond, knowing that Chris could tell what they were doing to him. It was humiliating on its own. Knowing full well that this wasn't going to stop even if Chris said something. He was his Captain, and they knew what was at stake, it killed him inside, knowing that Chris could 'hear' him crying out against it. Hendricks smiled watching Chris, scalpel in his eye socket, scowling at him as though his very life depended on it. "Did you know he targeted you? He is a sniper, after all its what they do. But did you know when you recruited him that he had targeted you as well? That kid knew full well what you would do if you were his commanding officer, he was banking on you going to back for him. It hurts doesn't it? Knowing your partner knew just what you had done in your life and used it against you to get a position. You think the boys in brass are cunning? Trust me, you have no idea." Hendricks stepped closer, leaning forward with his hands on his fatigue coated knees, Piers' blood soaking his sleeves where he'd been stabbing him. "Did he tell you why he wanted to join? Come on Captain Redfield, you have to have been curious why a Boy Scout like that would come looking for a hardass like you to take him in. He wanted you to save him from this... The little waterboarding exercise he just had, I've got more where that came from. Apparently, he was hospitalized almost a dozen times from marks of drowning, swept under the rug, I presume by the man who put him there another half dozen times with broken bones. Age... four, five, nine, ten, twelve. Which by the way was the first time they recorded Major Nivans pulling him out against medical advice. Thirteen. I liked the records from age fifteen. Those are a pretty picture. And trust me Captain when I say this, I'm going to make him relive every one of those moments until he cracks. And he will. All he wanted was someone to protect him and here you are... afraid to say a damn thing. Tell me how does it feel to be a failure? You know the last time... the last time they recorded it? Twenty years old. Army records stated that Agent Nivans was captured in the field, but I talked to his teammates, particularly his old partner. The Major put him there after he missed a shot and killed a man instead of only incapacitating him. The damage those records had? Apparently, that man had no qualms about how to treat his... little boy."

The radio fuzzed out briefly as one of the men started talking to Piers, whispering in his ear. "What's the matter Nivans don't you want to call it 'Daddy?' Isn't that what you call the Captain? Come on, whimper for it. We all know how bad you want this." Piers winced, visions in his head flashing through memories, that pooled in his chest and made him sick to his stomach. 'Such a bad little boy... never learned. Why do I always have to teach you myself hmm? You're twelve Piers; I don't expect this shit from you. This is substandard bull shit and when I'm done with you little boy... My... bad little boy... I swear you'll never fuck up again. Now pick up the gun and come sit in Daddy's lap.' Piers felt vomit in his throat, turning his face away and spitting up blood from the inside of his cheek where he'd bitten it, hoping to drown out the memories. 'You never miss, remember? NEVER! Did I raise a complete fool? Still just a stupid little boy playing at soldier. I swear to the Gods Piers I will make you a man. No matter how many times I have to drill in the point.' Images flashed through the head, ones almost exactly the same as the things he was going through now only the man was replaced by a nine year old, tied up in his bathtub. 'Breathe it in little boy, just give in like you always do. Is that what you are Piers, my bad little boy? You want this kind of treatment, just breathe it in and drown already, save me the embarrassment of having you for a son.' Suddenly Piers voice broke the air, all the laughter subsiding as his ragged tenor cried out between the gasps of pain. "Please, stop. You don't understand, you don't want to understand. We did this for you-" Piers voice was cut off by a resounding smack, another bout of visions flashing through his head and the bond he shared with Chris, the older man's hand nearly causing whiplash. 'Please, Dad, please stop. I didn't... I hit them, every one, I never missed.' 'Not good enough boy, not by a long shot, give me your hand, now.' 'Dad, please, don't please.' "Major... you call me Major, Piers. And what's the point of having you in this unit if you can't do what you're told. Still my little troublemaker hmm? Give me... your hand.' The memory of his left hand trigger finger being cracked backwards flooded through him as the baton was ripped from him, someone leaning over him. "Gonna love sticking my cock in you kid, I bet that's all you want you little fag." Hendricks' smirk grew wider watching Chris shirk from the pain of hearing the statements he was certain Piers hadn't shared with him, holding up a radio and clicking the com button. "Put it in his mouth, Eric. I want to hear you gag him for more."

'Those fucking bastards! My Piers…my God…the things you have went through…' Through their bond he tried to at least reach out, and then his head whiplashed as he found out what sort of monster Piers' father was. Hendricks had no idea that Chris had an emphatic soul connection to Piers, it was due to that connection that caused Chris' head to jerk up quickly and his good right eye to glow crimson.

"Oh, getting mad are we Captain Redfield? Well, neither of you are talking and Piers is being so, so bad right now. He will have to be punished by my men in there," Hendricks voice crooned to Chris as he took out some of his personal tools for torture. Hendricks removed the cuffs from Chris and placed his arms in restraints. Chris allowed it to happen since he was 'comforting' Piers via their bond, almost like being as malleable as playdough in the torturers hands, but he hadn't heard everything yet. Hadn't heard the information he needed to know. Hendricks pulled out a very small pair of pliers. They were used to remove nails from the skin. Hendricks said, "Alright Captain, let's see how you like this," as he shoved one end of the pliers underneath Chris' right thumb, the old interrogator slowly pulled the nail off and Chris did not even respond. Not even a flinch. Hendricks repeated the action with the rest of Chris' fingers on his right hand. The fingernails removed and Chris' hand dripping blood. Chris finally opened his right eye to see the old interrogator. Chris could see some of the tools he had and then he looked back at the old bastard who was in charge of this. He swore he would rip him limb from limb slowly when the time came. His Piers was in so much pain and this bastard and his cohorts were the cause along with the top brass and their backers. Chris swore that he would kill each and every one of them.

Hendricks had been an interrogator for over forty years and he knew everyone had a breaking point; you just had to find it. Torturing Nivans caused some responses from Captain Redfield, but not the ones he was hoping for. "I stabbed Agent Nivans with this knife Captain Redfield and he screamed…, oh he screamed. I wonder how loud you will scream, Captain? You can only take so much before you are broken," Hendricks said as he went to Chris' shoulder to stab the knife in it the same way he did with Piers. Hendricks used as much power as he could to stab the knife into Chris and it broke. The knife he has used in hundreds of interrogations broke as if it was a toothpick. Hendricks was in shock for a moment and then he saw Chris' obsidian 'skin' underneath where his normal skin was stabbed. "So that is your secret you disgusting monster," the old interrogator said as he used the remains of the knife to cut away a good amount of Chris' 'normal' skin. Since Chris weakened his 'normal' skin, it took no effort for that to be done. "Like what you see?" Chris asked. Hendricks was enraged. Chris had been playing them for fools the entire time! "Your ear is gone and you will never see out of that left eye again you monster. And Nivans will get what's coming to him," Hendricks said as he gave the order for Piers to be raped. Chris knew that things would get worse for his Piers and he concentrated on their bond. 'Piers, just hold on and be strong! I love you so much my sweet Piers! Those assholes will pay for violating you I swear it!'

Eric smirked as the order was given. Gripping Piers by his hair and forcing him to look him in the eye. "I'm going to enjoy every second of ruining your sick bioweapon ass. Got to say, you aren't as horrifying as they said you were. What happened, you like what we're doing to you?" Piers knew full well the reason he wasn't killing people with the electricity that swelled from his body with every beating and it was because of his Captain's bond with him. He was concentrated on that and that alone, even at the feeling of having his fatigues ripped from his lower body, wrists strapped in place as the cohorts of the older interrogator flipped him, his wrists crossed over and his face ground into the cement. "Come on little boy, scream for your Captain." Piers almost swallowed his tongue, fixated on the strands of the connection he shared with Chris until the very last seconds, hard flesh tearing into his body without restraint. His voice was found in only a few seconds, the radio transmitter picking up both the torturer's grunting and Piers' sudden cry out. "There's a good boy. Damn you're tight. Your Daddy worked you hard enough, thought you would be looser than that pretty boy, come on... Fuck yes. Scream for your Captain. Let him hear how bad it hurts having my dick inside you." Even the words had Hendricks laughing at Chris, knowing full well how it was hearing his second-in-command straining to keep quiet. "You know how bad that hurts, Captain? Trust me, once Eric's done, we aren't nearly started. Once Eric's done fucking that little whore of yours, I'm going to make certain he gets every person in this entire facility. How does that sound? Every single person having a piece of that little shit partner of
yours. And once they're done, even after he's talked... I'm going to enjoy him myself. For the record Redfield, I called Major Nivans... so he can personally come take care of his good for nothing son. Told him what you two have transpired to do, and all the dirty details. Surprised Piers never told you that he worked for B.S.A.A. But that does explain how his records were cleared so that no one would know his dirty little secrets. Trust mean, that little juicy detail about his indiscretions are nothing compared to what your little boy has done. When he's through, I'm turning him over to the scientists, Captain. What do you think they'll do to him?"

Eric smirked as his accomplice took the baton, wrenching back Piers' head and literally choking him on it. "So what do you say, 'Captain?' Tell me something, any little detail about this virus you've got, and I'll call off my attack dogs." Spit formed at the corners of Piers' mouth, choking out and gagging muffled words as they raped him, hands seeking the place his arm had had torn open by the knife and delving their fingers deep into his severed muscle. A scream ripped through his chest aided by the ache of water in that damaged tissue. Finally the baton was pulled free, damaging his teeth in the process as Eric slammed his hips up against Piers, grinding himself deeper into him, tip to base. "Come on pretty boy, you want me to stop? Answer the questions. How did you infect Captain Redfield, hmmm?" Eric's voice was ragged, husky lust lacing his words while he felt his cock swell. "How about telling me why you killed those men in the facility? Boy Scout has been a bad boy hasn't he? Come on, talk. Why kill those men but not us?"

"I can't... I can't control it. I can't. It just. I can't control the electricity, not on my own. I didn't mean to kill those men," Piers voice was hitched, teeth grit as Eric pulled his hips together, shallow thrusts keeping him embedded in the younger man. "I didn't mean to bite Chris, it just happened. I, please, stop... Captain…" His voice trailed off, the man fucking him evidently enjoying himself too much as he let allowed himself to hit that orgasmic point, groaning as he spilled his seed in Chris' Piers. It was a slap in the face.

"Nhhmm Good boy. See he can be good. Now let's start talking... about what you can do with that mutation of yours." There was silence and then Piers' silent begging in his head, a prayer for unconsciousness to take him or anything else. "Your turn Kendal, seems like this fag needs a cock up his ass to loosen his lips." The radio cut out after that, Hendricks smirking widely at Chris as he rested the pliers on Chris' lower lip. 'Don't worry; they'll take great care of him before we feed him to the sharks in research. I told you, only takes a little bit to break a man. Your little boy is going to talk so quickly. And once he's answered those questions for the boys in research they can finally do the experiments they want. So... how about you start talking, or I pull out your tongue. Don't think that will grow back... do you?"

They may have cut off the radio, but Chris could feel every bit of Piers' suffering and humiliation. Those men were violating his treasured Piers and it took everything Chris had to not break his bonds and rescue his sweet boy. 'Piers, go to sleep. Just rest for now.' Chris sent a command to Piers and then Piers was unconscious. Not only was it a command from his Captain, but Piers would not be able to fight the order since he went through so much Hell so far. All that mattered to Chris was Piers' well- being and knowing that he could not stop Piers from being raped by those men tore Chris apart. His anger was rising and now this old fucker pulled down his lower lip with those bloody pliers that were used to pull out some of his teeth. Chris then heard the old interrogator say that he was going to pull his tongue out. 'Go ahead you old sack of shit, pull it out. You fuckers just don't get it. You morons have attacked nothing but a shell…'
Hendricks grabbed Chris' mouth by the sides to open it and then he put the bloody pliers on Chris' tongue. "Are you going to talk, you monster? You are nothing but a fucking butcher for what you have done!" Hendricks said in anger to Chris. Chris just looked at the deranged old man with his good right eye, the left eye STILL had a scalpel in it. 'There goes my 'normal' voice for a while,' Chris thought to himself as Hendricks pulled out his tongue! Blood pooled up in Chris' mouth and he spat some of it at Hendricks. Hendricks was incensed at what Chris just did to him. "You disgusting creature! How dare you spit your tainted blood at me!" the deranged man said as he went to Chris and punched him in the face, chest, and gut. "Since you refused to talk, now you will never talk to your sweet piece of ass, Nivans, again," Hendricks said to Chris as he got ready to leave.

Chris' mouth was nearly empty, hardly any teeth and no tongue. He looked at the old fucker in charge of their interrogation and said in a distorted voice, "Not bad, Hendricks, but as you see, I can still talk." Chris' voice made the old interrogator do something he has not done in decades…shiver in fear. Hendricks left the cell Chris was in and thought to himself, 'Captain Redfield is nothing but a fucking monster now. There is no trace of humanity left in him. The top brass needs to know this.'

It was game night for Alpha Team, well, what's left of Alpha Team and the other teams on base. There were members of Delta and Beta Teams as well. Riley, Mark, Peter, and John were sitting at a poker table and they were talking about the mission they just had to capture Captain Redfield and Agent Nivans. The men were still in shock that their Captain eviscerated five members of the squad. "Man, I still can't believe Captain Redfield did that shit! He killed five of our guys!" John said. "It's not his fault, he is infected. Those viruses can do all sorts of things to people and he did warn Captain Valentine. He said that we should leave and we didn't. Captain Redfield always does what he says he is going to do," Riley said. He may have been a rookie, but he even he knew that if Captain Redfield gave you a warning, then you better listen. Captain Valentine didn't listen and five good men paid the price. To be honest, he, Mark, and Peter blamed Jill for their deaths. Even though Captain Redfield is messed up due to the virus, all he did was protect his second-in-command and Captain Valentine tried to change that. "Whatever man, Captain Redfield became a fucking butcher and the devil itself for that shit. Heh, I have a dare for you three jackasses: Go and see what the top brass are doing to Captain Redfield and Agent Nivans and tell the rest of us," John said. He and many others were curious to see what is going on since no details were being released. "Come on guys, let's do this shit. I gotta know what is going on," Mark said as he, Riley, and Peter went to the prisoner cells. They would have to sneak in and out, but they were Alpha Team and they could do it.

"This report is very interesting, yes, very interesting indeed," said Cathy Walters. She was the CEO of Sutra Pharmaceutical, the largest Pharmaceutical Company in the world and the main backer of the B.S.A.A. She, along with two other executives named Robert Brass and Major Dean Nivans, were the ones responsible for ensuring that bioterrorist outbreaks happened all over the world. They would supply the viruses to key people in the black market and things would spread from there. They thought all was lost with C-Virus development when Carla Radames died, since she was making major breakthroughs with the C-Virus, but Agent Nivans of the B.S.A.A. gave them new hope. They hoped that through him, they would be able to duplicate his C-Virus effects on others and it seemed that it already happened since he successfully infected Captain Chris Redfield. "Alright gentlemen, get our top scientists and let's go to the B.S.A.A.'s HQ. We have work to do," Cathy said.

Sutra Pharmaceutical reps were always on the lookout for potential candidates for experimentation, but they had had never expected to have the opportunity to experiment with two live viruses. It was the statement that Piers couldn't control the electricity on his own that was interesting. It implied that
Agent Nivans had aid to control the virus that had partaken in his body. So either Captain Redfield was partially responsible for the sudden disuse of those electric pulses or he was weaker because he had transmitted the virus. But Chris' status as a bioweapon was confirmed at the facility, so it was before then, meaning Agent Nivans' control of the impulse to defend his person with the heart rate associated shocks was not contingent on Captain Redfield. They'd already used up their only vials of his blood... the virus all but died in the samples and then destroyed the host's bodies in a matter of seconds. So perhaps it had to be a proper bite. There were enough candidates for that at least in this instance. So now that they knew that little piece of information, now it was time to get the scientists involved. That's where they came in. Time for them to get a good look at what had been classified before. They were being given the keys to the castle.