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You guys don't know how bad I feel for the WAY to long delay. I have practice every day, games about 3 times a week, that, might I mention, I usually don't get back till 10 at night. I have class, tutoring, and the past few months have been really hectic. I just haven't brought myself to work on this right now. There are days when all's I want to do is write for you guys, but there is just so much shit that has to be done, ya know? Anyways, enjoy the rising actions of… And Then There Were None.

And Then There Were None

Chapter 14:

Reunited

"I'm worse at what I do best. And for this gift I feel blessed. Our little group has always been, and always will be until the end."-Smells like Teen Spirit: Nirvana.

Rose sped towards town in her little Volkswagen, Uroboros on her already busy mind. She had to tell the BSAA, for if she didn't, things could get really crazy really fast. She turned on Claire's street, MacNamara.

She pulled into the driveway and parked next to Claire's motorcycle. She hopped out of the car and wiped off some crumbs from her insta-lunch sandwich she had eaten on the way here. Knocking on the door, it creaked open to reveal Belle.

"Rosey!"

"Hiya, kiddo!" Rose swooped down and picked up the little bundle of joy as she giggled adorably. She carried her into the house, shutting the door with her foot.

Rose set the girl down on the couch and threw a blanket over her head, and Belle squirmed free while laughing.

Claire came out of the kitchen archway, walking quickly over to her and then the information in Rose's head clicked.

"Rose!"

"Claire!"

They said in unison.

"You first, Claire said politely."

Rose sighed and looked her straight in the eye. "Do you remember the shuttle that was launched into space a few months ago? Shuttle Embark?"

Claire nodded, "Yeah, I heard that it went missing… why?"

"Well the lab just received the shuttles transmitted photographs," She pulled out the folded pictured from her back pocket and handed them to Claire. "What does that look like to you?"

Claire gave a small gasp, placing a hand on her forehead like she had an awful headache, and she plopped down on the couch where Belle was sitting, watching cartoons. "Uroboros…" she whispered.

"That's exactly what we predicted."

"But… but how could it get all the way up to the moon?"

"Well, we're not entirely sure that it is Uroboros, but the picture sure looks convincing. We're sending a crew up there to retrieve it… but that could take another few months. For now we just have to wait and hope that whatever this is is just a pile of moon rocks."

"Well, that just blows what I'm going to tell you away…"

"What's up?" Rose asked, sitting down next to her.

Rose heard the door open, and disregarded it.

"Jay!"

Her head whipped around as she watched Belle jump into the arms of a tall blonde man with designer reading glasses, a light blue button down and roughed blue jeans. There was a thick leather wristband around his wrist and his blue eyes were icy and innocent, almost like nothing evil could ever reside there no matter how much force that evil had harbored.

'Jay' or that was who Rose assumed it was, picked Belle up and spun her about and then placed her back on the ground. She stood up and turned to Claire, whose cheeks were a flush of red.

"Rosey," Belle chimed, "This is mommy's friend, Jay."

Jay looked up at Rose and his eyes went over her face, steadily. And then they saddened, like he had seen this before, or like this was what he was waiting for, yet he didn't understand why he had waited. He then held his hand out to her, "Jay…" He said quietly. "Jay McKaver."

She shook his hand, "Rose Wesker."

His grip tightened but he then slipped his hand from hers, stuffing it into his jeans pocket. Claire came up beside Rose, "Rose there's something that I have been waiting to tell you for a few days but… but I wasn't ready yet and I don't think you had enough time to deal with something like this. But now is the time, you deserve to know."

Jay walked towards her and took of his glasses, "Rose…" he whispered. "Its me, Albert."

There was a tear, and it fell off of Rose's cheek without her blinking. "How?"

"I don't know," he said flatly. "But all I know is that you're my sister. I want to apologize for leaving. I didn't realize that I had so many people who cared for me and it pains me to see the impact I had on them but, like Claire said, the past is behind us."

"You don't remember?"

Wesker shook his head.

"This… this is bad, Claire."

"Why?" She asked, facing her.

"Russia… if Russia finds out that Albert is alive they'll come for him! And when they find him, they'll also find you, me, and Bell's! Claire! We have to get him out of here!"

Belle watched from the top of the stairs, holding her knees to her chest.

"Is there anything else we can do?" Claire asked franticly.

Rose threw her hands up in the air. "I don't know! All I know is that Albert is in horrible danger. What we found on the moon, a Russian bioterrorism group also believes that it's Uroboros, a group that had been chasing hat we found on the moon, a Russian bioterrorism group also believes that it's Uroboros, a group that had been chasing you," She spun around and pointed at Wesker. "For years."

Claire had expected a whole different reaction out of Rose. She thought that she would jump into Albert's arms and sob uncontrollably into his chest… like she did the night after. But now she understood how much human Albert's safety was her concern, and how much danger he was in, the danger that no matter how far he ran, even if he died and had come back, he could never escape.

"What do I have to do?" Wesker asked boldly.

"You have to leave, run, and change your name. You can't stay!"

"Rose, we have to help him though. He needs to remember so he knows who he's up against. Once we get him to do that, they wont fuck with us anymore!" Claire yelled, and she was taken back by her own rage. This wasn't going to work. There were people after Wesker since the day he joined Umbrella. She and Wesker ran all over the world trying to hide from people who wanted nothing more than to skin Albert Wesker alive. If they sent him away now, it was no doubt that he would get caught and when that happened, they would interrogate a literally innocent man, because right now, Wesker didn't know shit.

"If they catch you-"

"Wait…" Wesker interrupted. "Who are 'they'?"

"The Profit," Rose said morbidly.

The room fell silent.

"The Profit is an ancient group of Russian peoples who believe that flesh, blood, and souls are the human's natural energy. They were disbanded by the American Government about thirty years ago. Then only about ten years ago they got back together and set out for a new purpose, a new cause. Human wreckage. The idea is that any human being not worthy of the body's gift was to be disposed of. And that, literally, was every human in their eyes. For Christ Sake, they had a bigger God complex then you!"

"What do they have to do with me?" Wesker asked quietly.

"They realized how much you utilized the human body and the way you manipulated it, the way you bended its limits. They wanted that power for themselves. So initially, they wanted every secret that you harbored. The reasons you do what you do, they wanted to perfect what you already had. The art of ungrateful human extermination.

A/N: Ok, so this group called "The Profit" sounds pretty frightening! How far will they go to have Wesker? And if they do get him, will they set him free once they realize that he has no memory? Snap! This is getting better and better!