"Sweetheart, you run. Take the file and run south."

Claire's eyes widen in anxiety.

"Leon? Leon where are you. South of where? Is it Wesker? Who's coming after me? Are you okay?" Claire blurted out a string of questions.

"You have to-"Claire heard a loud bang and then the line went dead.

She quickly switched to Hunnigan, who was put on hold.

"Hunnigan, Leon was on the line a second ago." Claire said, in a rush.

"What? Where is he? What did he say?" Hunnigan asked.

"He said to take the file and head south. Listen, Hunnigan whilst I was at the bar, I spoke to the manager, Jeff. We've been friends for a long time and he confided that he had indeed seen Leon, who was known under his middle name. He was last seen an hour before we came. Leon was in the bar, drinking when an unknown tall, blonde man with a scar on his eye came and took him outside." Claire told Hunnigan.

"Wesker." Hunnigan said and sighed. "South of where, did he mention?" Hunnigan asked.

"I couldn't ask anymore he was on the line for exactly three seconds before I heard a loud bang and then the line was cut off." Claire said. She too, gave the unknown number to Hunnigan .

"I'll see what I can do with the number." Hunnigan said.

"Do you think Leon's down south? How much time do we have to fly back to Chicago, Chris?" Jill asked in the background.

"Two hours to get to Chicago." Hunnigan confirmed.

"I'll contact some people for the first ride back." Chris said, handing the phone to Jill so that he can make arrangements for them to help Leon and Claire.

"Can I give you my honest opinion? I think Leon isn't down south. I've known him for years, and I know how he thinks. He's probably up north. He doesn't want anything to hurt you, Claire. He wants you not to get involved in this and wants you far away from him or trouble." Hunnigan said.

"I'll send some men down south to look out for things but I doubt we can since Leon wasn't very specific when he said south. However, Claire I will send someone down to your apartment in 3 minutes and whilst they're on their way, I'll track down the number you just got me, maybe we'll find out where he is."

Claire anxiously looked out the window for any signs of a vehicle parked below. In exactly three minutes, a black Hummer pulled up and Claire dashed down.

Claire's cell rang again, "Claire, I have good and bad news. Good news is that I managed to find out in which vicinity Leon is in, the bad news is that the call was far too short to be traced. Our system here doesn't work like the Police Department. Ours can trace call just by the SIM card. Our basic system which traces calls to its exact coordinates would need a call at least 30 seconds. With three seconds, we could only get a partial area code. He is indeed up north. However, we can try to trace his call to the pin point coordinates with our new machine. It had just arrived a day ago and no one is able to use it without getting it sanctioned by the higher ups. I'm sure they have no qualms in using it to safe Leon's life, but I'm sure they won't be happy with what Leon had done and his job maybe at stake." Hunnigan explained.

"I think his life is a lot more valuable than his job right now, "Claire said as she exited her apartment again to get into the Hummer.

As she entered, a man inside swung open the door, "I'm Tyrone Abbott." He said and drove the car off. His muscular build and broad shoulders nearly took up half the passenger seat's space.

"I just spoke to my higher ups about Mr. Kennedy's disappearance. Not happy would be an understatement of how they feel now but I do have access to this new machine. He's in a warehouse next to Burger Buddy up north. Then again, we can't be sure he's where the call was from." Tyrone told Claire.

"Who else is on this job now that the Government knows about Leon's disappearance? I'm guessing you're also an agent" Claire asked, knowing that they need as much help as they could possibly get.

"I am. A few others are also circling around southern Illinois just to be safe. We also have some backups on standby." Tyrone said, swerving the car to the next intersection.

"What exactly are the documents that Mr. Kennedy left you?"

"Leon left me Sherry's documents. Everything from when she was born to where she is currently residing in. Something Umbrella would want- badly." Claire said.

Tyrone nodded. Claire kept a poker face throughout the journey. Thinking about how to get about saving Leon, whether he is indeed where he is...

"We're here." Tyrone said, pulling up the backdoor.

"Once we get out, I need you cover me, you do have a gun, don't you? I'll burst in and we'll see how it goes from there. We really don't know what's in there."Tyrone said. Claire agreed on whatever he said, as long as it would save Leon.

Tyrone crouched near the warehouse's metal doors Claire checked the surroundings to make sure no one is actually looking around.

Tyrone whispered, "3, 2, 1"...

Tyrone managed to kick the doors open, spoiling the locks which fell apart after the harsh blow.

It was dark, as dark as midnight in the warehouse.

"I think we got the wrong venue, Redfield." Tyrone said.

She looked around the warehouse, hoping to see any form of life, or any sign of it being occupied at all any time of the night.

Claire's face fell, feeling absolutely crestfallen, letting her emotions falter just a little bit.