Ten

Sherry heard Chris talking on the phone. The older Redfield had been staying at the farmhouse with her, partly due to her, the rest she had found out had been Becky's doing, the older man had been put on medical leave, though they had been keeping that quiet from Sherry, not wanting to worry her.

According to what she had over heard from Jill and Claire before they had left was he needed a break. Which was why Sherry had thought with it being beautiful outside she was going to ask Chris if he wanted to go with her to the lake.

"Damn it what is going on?" He growled. "You can't tell me something happened to Kennedy and leave it like that."

Sherry had to break her silence from the doorway. "What about Leon?" She stepped into the room worry on her face.

"Got it, we'll be there as soon as we can." He hung up looking at Sherry. "He's in the hospital, Ashley was with him and she was hurt, he's okay."

It took her a moment to remember who Ashley was, and she nodded watching as he grabbed his jacket. "Go get your jacket, Jill said she needs you to ID someone, Their ID came up classified with the Umbrella tag."

Sherry paled a moment. "Right."

"Sherry, we're going to the hospital, I won't endanger you by sending you anywhere without one of us."

There was a small nod. "I know you wouldn't. Just, it's going to be one of the B.S.S.A. agents and not one of the locals is it?"

"Pretty sure it's going to be one of the other agents."

"Good, I'll get my hoodie," She nodded running to her room for her jacket. Even though it was spring she knew if he was telling her to grab it meant they might not be back until evening. She took another moment to change from the flip flops she had on to socks and the hiking boots she was still breaking in. Running down to the front door she saw him walking to the door, slipping a gun into a shoulder holster.

"Think there will be tr… Chris wait," She grabbed his arm pulling him back inside and turning to shield him as a shot went off.

Chris heard the shot and her grunt falling against him. Glancing down he saw the blossom of blood on her back, the shot had hit her shoulder, which would have hit his heart if she hadn't shoved him away from her enough. He could tell the bullet had lodged in the bone and cursed under his breath. "Shit, Sherry?" He moved away from the door taking her with him into the living room. "Sher? Come on kid stay with me."

She bit her lip after a moment. "Ow, that hurt a lot more than I thought it would." She glanced up. "Two of them, I can smell them, virus carriers. Smoke and curry." She was leaning heavily against him, her heart beating in her shoulder. He glanced at her then the door. "They're at the front. One's a kid, ten years old. I know who both of them are. Mikhail won't fight me, the other's Steve Burnside."

Burnside, why does that name sound familiar? He thought as he moved her behind him. "You going to be okay?"

"Half hour and it will be healed. I'll slow you down."

"You're in protective custody. Get used to being protected."

Sherry bit her lip and nodded ever so slightly.

"Birkin I know you're in there, why don't you and Redfield come out before we force you out."

"You know how stupid that sounds Steve? Even suppressed with Devil I'm stronger than you are." She yelled back out the door. "Fuck, it's not healing right, the bullet's slowing it down."

Chris frowned at that, she was keeping back from him to prevent infection, but he could tell she was in pain. Grabbing her arm he ushered her towards the back door. If he could get her outside and to the jeep he might have a better chance.

The young kid she had warned about was standing in the doorway. Sherry lifted Chris's hand before he could aim it.

"Mikhail."

"Big sister please you have to come with us. Daddy Wesker's hurt, and Sissy Marina was taken. You have to help Daddy find her."

"What the hell does he mean? Wesker should be…"

"It's part of our curse Chris." She turned around him managing to catch Steve's arm. Chris moved forward, as much as he hated fighting kids he wasn't going to give the kid a chance to do the same.

Mikhail was already moving when he noticed Sherry was going for Steve. He dropped under Chris's reach, his legs going to wrap around Chris's.

Chris didn't have room to jump back without crashing into Sherry who he heard yelp as she was pressed to the wall. He hit the floor, the kid kneeling on him, a clawed hand going for his neck. Chris caught the hand, feeling the inhuman power behind it. "Shit," he glanced up seeing her pinned to the wall, Steve's hand on the wound. Only thing keeping her from screaming out was the fact she was biting down on her lip.

"You said you wouldn't hurt her!" The boy's grip loosened as he glared at Steve, who managed to slip cuffs on her wrists.

"Don't play hero this time Redfield, we need you as well, Doc's orders to bring a guest, and you try to play hero, well he said bring her alive."

Sherry finally screamed as his thumb pressed into the bullet wound. Mikhail started to launch for Steve only to stop when the gun the red head had went for him. "You're to follow orders you know I don't have a problem shooting you Mikhail."

He stayed still lifting his hands, Chris saw the hatred in the kid's eyes.

"Both of you up," Chris could hear the boots of other soldiers in the main hall.

The red head threw Sherry into Chris as the backup arrived. Mikhail caught her kneeling with her speaking quickly in some language he couldn't understand she gave a small nod and he put himself between her and the red head.

Sherry's eyes scouted for a weapon, Mikhail didn't have his blade, and Chris's gun was out of the question with her hands behind her back.

Chris noticed both of them were keeping between him and the other B.O.W. His head was still ringing from the fall he had taken.

Sherry spoke in the language to the boy again and the boy nodded making her frown.

"Chris, don't fight, them. Their body armor's tougher than we can handle." She whispered lowering her head.

Chris scowled a moment but let go of the gun.

"Take Mikhail in the first truck. I want to make sure the princess knows what will happen if she fucks up." He was looking at Chris as he spoke. After all Chris and his sister had left him in Antarctica, if Wesker hadn't shown up he would have died.

She nodded to Mikhail, hearing Steve's words she watched where he was looking. "No, Steve, I owe Claire that much, don't you dare harm him."

"I could care less. You know what they both did to me back in Antarctica? They left me there to die, they didn't even try to find me after everything."

The gun in his hand moved back to Sherry, aiming for her chest.

"No!" Chris's yell came too late as she felt the bullet tear through her. Falling back she struggled to try to breathe, Steve had shot a lung, he wanted her alive. Wesker would need the virus in her system to be raging in order to cure him. Strong arms wrapped around her. She wanted to tell Chris to back away from her, but couldn't. It was taking all she had to keep from blacking out.


AN: YAY more updates, cause I've been lazy sorry!