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Day Seven (Part One): The Lure

'I don't think that Vector Alcott wouldn't be as simple-minded as Corbero would be, after all, he's a man with an ambition. A very big yet a wrong one.' - Sherry Birkin

El Convento
9th July 2014, 9.00 A.M

Jake was the first be awake earlier than the female. Carefully prying his groggy eyes open, Jake noticed that he was in fact holding Sherry in his arms with her back facing him. The spooning position made Jake realized how small this petite blonde was, but this small woman packed a punch; hell, she had faced the wrath of big ugly with him and she went through hell back and forth like it was normal to do so.

He didn't wish to disturb her peaceful sleep so Jake slid his pinned arm from her slowly, then his removed his leg tangled between hers as discreetly as possible.

When he was free from her, Jake took a moment to pull the blanket up her shoulders then he stared at her frame covered in the soft material. For a second, Jake suddenly felt like he was in fact, in a real honeymoon with this woman; although the fact happened to be otherwise but for now: he didn't give a shit about it.

The chill from the air-conditioner hit Jake's bare torso when he climbed away from the bed. Grabbing his piece of shirt that he discarded last night, Jake sneaked his way to the bathroom.

Minutes later, it was Sherry's turn to be awake from her slumber and she noticed the vibrating phone of hers that she left it on the end table next to her bed. And she didn't missed that Jake was no longer by her side when she groped the empty sheets beside her. She groaned, picking the phone up and flipped it open. A text. Someone had sent her a text.

From: Wise Ass
To: Sherry

You awake now? Am outside waiting for you, Supergirl. Care to change your ID to Supergirl just so I can refer you better?

She grinned at his simple gesture early in the morning, Jake never failed to make her smile. Her fingers worked quickly when she typed back her reply.

From: Supergirl
To: Wise Ass

I am now. Thank you very much for the wake up call, Muller. Give me another 10 minutes to get ready. Yeah, I can see that you are grinning like an idiot like... now.

Sliding her feet down to the plush carpet, Sherry easily tore her nightdress away as she jogged to the bathroom. She decided that she will just put up Jake's T-shirt and a simple shorts this morning.

Two days ago, they literally went through the depths of hell with so many lives lost and Jake practically went home with his whole body disfigured. And now, everything seemed to returned back to day one when Sherry still had the opportunity to take a nice relaxing shower for her morning. She learned it the hard way of how rare a hot shower to her, being an agent. She never get to return to her apartment regularly, the HQ was like a second home to her. The battlefield being the third.

Throwing in Jake's oversized T-shirt over her head, Sherry stepped outside and wrapped the towel around her damp spiky hair.

She opened the double door leading to the living room, only to be greeted by a grinning Jake Muller waving his hand to her and the other hand was a mug of coffee.

"Mornin'."

She waved back simply, she didn't miss the other empty cup and the jug of coffee reserved for her. Pouring herself one, Sherry threw herself to the couch next to him, "Good morning, Jake."

"What's for the agenda today," he took a sip, "since now the mission had turned a hundred eighty degrees?"

"I'm not sure, I don't think that Vector Alcott wouldn't be as simple-minded as Corbero would be," Her shoulder rise and fell, "after all, he's a man with an ambition. A very big yet a wrong one."

Deja vu, Jake thought. Man with a big yet wrong ambition, where did he heard that from?

Of course, his morbid father.

Jake only nodded in agreement. Vector Alcott used BOWs to shape the world he wanted, just like Albert Wesker. He didn't know how or why Alcott did that for but it doesn't matter. Man like him must be stopped.

"No shit."

"We have not found an leads regarding to Vector Alcott yet. In other words, you will have to locate him on your own."

Troubling news. Now they had to search the whole Puerto Rican like how they tried to chase Corbero again. Only this time, the target moved around more discreetly and out of people's sight. Jake rubbed the back of his neck frustratingly, he just hated the twist of a mission, "Ah, great. Just fantastic, lady boss."

As offending as it sound, Hunnigan couldn't agree more to Jake's statement. Everyone wants the mission to be booked and cased as quickly as possible so that they can return to a normal life. How she wished to write down the report in a paper, filed it up and let it be done, "Sorry about that, Jake. We are all here tracing calls day and night and none belonged to Alcott. And satellite images weren't helping too. However..."

A picture popped up on the upper right corner of the screen.

Colleen, the one that attacked Sherry.

"This is Alcott's accomplice. Apparently, our intel managed to find something about her bio."

"Spill it."

"Her real name is Colleen Moreno, age 28. Moreno was an elite agent working under the Puerto Rican government until she was dishonorably discharged in 2009 for committing first-degree murder in a local bar, with her bare hands. She avoided arrest and so her 30 years of federal prison; disappearing right after the incident. Until... well, until Vector Alcott recruited her as his right-hand."

Jake looked at Sherry in disbelief, just as Sherry looked back at him with furrowed eyebrow. So, Sherry Birkin just went head-to-head with an elite agent, be on par with her until the intervention of Vector Alcott himself.

The nickname Supergirl didn't extend to her regenerative ability, her own skill as an agent made her a Supergirl too.

"So, Colleen was also a wanted fugitive that needed to be apprehended?"

"Exactly."

Unknown

"The feds had surrounded us. There will be no other way to escape other than to... push our way out or to request assistance from our headquarters, sir."

One of Alcott stoic subordinates informed. The stocky man face remain as empty as his underling when he gaze out the window overlooking the sea. His men were scrambling about at the dock minding their own business.

"I'm well aware of the current situation," said Alcott, puffing smoke out from his cigar, "and I will not risk my Family in this petty matter like Simmons does. After all, all they had was just piles of metal and a squad of fragile weaklings at us."

His gaze averted to the powerful cages made with unknown alloy, stacking side by side stretching out all over the enormous dock with several monstrous creatures trying to break their way out but the cage hold them still, "But I have an armada of bioweapons who knew no pain."

Alcott then strolled closer to the pane for a better view, his face was still as empty. Reaching us for his own phone at his pocket, Alcott's eyes were never away from his 'pets' when the line came through.

"Tonight will be the beginning of our plan."

San Juan, Puerto Rico
9th July 2014, 11.00 A.M

"This will be your vehicle, agents."

Jake arched an eyebrow to the brand new automobile before him. It's another Ford, but no longer a sports model; more to a family car style. The mercenary was of course, dissatisfied with his superiors poor choice of vehicles. Now he suddenly missed the Mustang, that girl could run miles.

Sherry took the car keys from the DSO agent disguised as a valet, and the latter further explained, "We have installed an in-built tracer to it, so that we'll be able to detect your location from now on. There's a GPS for your convenient too and as much as it looked like a conventional vehicle, this car's horsepower is on par with any other racing cars."

That's a good news, Jake sighed.

Passing the keys to Jake, Sherry turned her head back to the disguised agent, "So, we're on our own now to track Vector Alcott?"

"Not quite, ma'am. We do have several men of our own disguised all over San Juan. They will offer you some assistance."

"In other words, we're being watched all the time." It was a sarcastic question by Jake Muller and the valet seemed to be oblivious of his intention, "Apparently so, sir."

Later, Jake himself tested the ability of this Ford by the DSO. He was mildly impressed, he expected the car could catch up to his amazing driving skill. Sherry shifted on her leather seat, readjusting her Triple Shot hidden beneath her clothing. Since their cover was now broke, they might as well bring their weapons along.

So basically, they were honeymooners in public, deadly agents in reality.

Jake pulled out from the parking lot and went straight for the streets. They were people crowding the sidewalks and the city was alive even after the incidents happened these days. "So, where to?"

The rest of the days passed uneventfully as Jake brought Sherry around the rural area away from civilization, searching for any suspicious places that might be possibly Alcott's hideout.

"This is so boring, Supergirl. All driving and no talking." He spoke to her once, without averting his attention away from the dashboard. The ford was going 60 miles per hour and Jake barely had any problem looking around for clues. Sherry smiled to him bemusedly, she can't really deny his request not when she wanted to. Sitting by the passenger seat doing nothing was stiffening too, "What do you wanna talk about then?"

"Anything at all?" He smirked, initiating a challenge to her.

"Sure." Sherry crossed her arms, up for him.

So Jake pondered for a moment then he finally asked, "How about something a little personal?"

Sherry quirked an eyebrow to him, 'Well now, let's see of if he gets jealous easy.' "Hmm... how about this? Let's talk about my first boyfriend whom I shared my first kiss with."

Sherry could have swore that he had almost screech on the brakes but only ended up Jake slowing down the vehicle. His eyebrows narrowed together but his eyes never away from the road, "Who the fuck... When?" He blurted nervously. It hurt him to know that her cherry lips were once kissed by a man but not himself. Damn, he couldn't even bear to picture the image of her kissing anyone else.

Man, it was priceless. Jake was indeed jealous.

Stiffling a giggle, the female then only manage a smile when she confessed, "Only recently. He's an ass, I'll have you know. The first time I met him, he was just done beating up someone. And he's so mean, he always curses at people... and to me. I hated him at first, but then he's becoming so sweet. And I could tell that he's becoming attached to me too." A mischievous smile forming on her lips but Jake failed to see it

Jake snorted disapprovingly, but pride filled him when Jake remembered that Sherry was now his, "When a guy swears at you, he's nasty for life. And sucks to be him now, now that you're with me. What's this knockoff's name? Mind if you let me deliver the bad news?"

"His name is Jake Muller."

'Shit.'

It wasn't until a second that her words sunk in and for the first time in her life, Sherry saw Jake Muller BLUSHED. Her laughter began echoed through the car that not even the blaring bass music could cover it. He actually fell for it, and he was the one staring the whole conversation.

"That's a neat trick, Birkin." Jake grunted through his teeth when he addressed her by her last name. His ego bruised when she saw him jealous. Like, for real.

The blonde pressed her stomach to stop her laughter, "Wow, Jake," she said in between the choke for breath, "I didn't know that you were a jealous type."

"But for real, Sherry," He asked as he turned corners, changing gears as he did so, "I'm the first guy you've ever been with? I can understand if I'm the first guy you had been in bed with but... seriously? You've never been in a relationship before? How about the officer something guy"

A brief silence filled in the between the music from the stereo before Sherry found her answer to Jake, "None. Well, I got a crush at my elementary but I was only eleven, and... Raccoon took him. And I've been in the custody since. But last year after we got on our own ways, there was this guy - nah, I can't consider that I'm in a relationship with him."

"Wow, now that's a tragic romance story. Spill it." Jake chided.

"Nothing big," she shook her head furiously, "I can tell that he's into me, he's been so clingy and all and he had asked me out once. But I declined his offer and I explained to him that the feelings was only one-sided, and he got all..." She gulped on the last word, "Physical."

That's it. Jake stomped onto the brakes harshly and halted the vehicle all at once. The inertia caused Sherry to bounce ahead and id it's not for the seat belt, she would be flying off through the windshield. Had she tried to scold Jake but her intention died out when she was greeted by a very pissed off Jake Muller. Then she remember and regretted that she had touched this touchy subject.

Jake Muller was very brash.

Now Jake could look her into her eyes directly since he wasn't in driving mode anymore, "What the fuck did he do to you? Tell me his name and I will really bury his sorry ass. Without. A. Shovel." He said in between gritted teeth, the profanity emphasize what he was feeling right now.

Although she had wanted to let out a chortle to ease the situation, she only ended up gnawing the insides of her cheek, "Nothing, Jake. Calm down."

"What do you mean that he got physical?"

"Just the arm-grabbing thing. I sorted it out myself before it gets too far, I'm Supergirl, remember?"

Then the fire in Jake's eyes gradually extinguished, but there were still flickers here and there, "I so wanted to beat the crap out of him right now." He confided to vent the remaining anger.

Sherry then chortled as she shook her head, "Don't have to. Leon had done that afterwards; without my permission. Poor guy resigned from my office soon afterwards."

"Remind me to thank Kennedy the next time we see him."

El Convento
9th July 2014, 6.00 P.M

They had returned to the hotel when the dire search was a waste of time. They had found nothing after the hours inside the car. Deciding that they both will take a break, Jake suggested that they will return to El Convento to rest while they try to contact of the other agents around San Juan found any leads.

Jake had just emerged from the showers when Sherry called out for him urgently from the living room.

On her hand was Jake's own cellphone and hers too, "Reed sent us a text message," She stated, passing his cell back to the original owner as Jake read the message carefully.

To: Wise Ass
From: Clinton Reed

I have found out something regarding to Vector Alcott's whereabouts. Meet me in front of the park two miles west from your hotel. I will be inside my car waiting for you. It's a black Camaro with tinted glass. Give me a call.

Jake's head tilted upwards to meet hers, "You got a message from him too?"

She only said yes and mechanically rose from her seat, heading to the direction of her bedroom. Jake followed suit and he mimicked her when she grabbed for her combat garb.

And the weapon strapper.

And her Triple Shot.

And her Stun Rod.

"Is that really necessary?" He asked skeptically before picking up his own strapper too; his girlfriend was dressing for a war. He heard no reply from her, so he fumbled in the buckles and belts before equipping his trusty 909 adjacently. Then, a navy jacket to cover it all off.

Sherry was just done with hers when a whisper escaped her lips, "I just hope that this mission ends quickly." But Jake pretended that he hadn't heard a thing.

Using the emergency elevator that was away from people vicinity, they slid into their Ford while Jake revved the engine up and Sherry fiddled with the GPS. Dragging the digital map about, Sherry pinpoint the El Convento first, then moved west by two miles. A unmarked park, but Sherry tagged it anyways as Reed had indicated.

All said and done, Jake pulled out from the parking lot and headed for his destination.

Luckily traffic was smooth enough for them to reach the designated park by mere minutes. True enough, a black Camaro was parked right in front of the entrance. The glass was tinted black that it was not possible to see the insides of the vehicle.

"There's Reed's Camaro." Sherry pointed out and Jake nodded affirmatively, pulling over just right behind the Camaro.

Rolling the window down, Jake ordered Sherry to give Reed a call so that he would respond. She did as he told, pressing the numbers the hit the green button.

When the line went through, Sherry was the first to speak with a simple 'hello'.

She heard no reply, there was a deadly silence on the other side and... what she could make out as a painful groan. "Reed? Clint?" She tried again and there was still no reply from him. Jake's eyes turned sterner into a glare to the dark window that shielded whoever inside the Camaro.

And Jake knew to be certain, or that's what his mercenary instincts dictated him, whoever inside this vehicle is no longer its original owner. His right hand slid to his 909, gripping it tightly.

That was when the backseat of the Camaro flew open and a body forcefully thrown out from the car, rolling a good distance before coming to a halt by his stomach, leaving a trail of blood at its wake. The pedestrians nearby were already screaming in terror of the gruesome view whereas Sherry and Jake had already climbed out from the Ford.

Parents covered the eyes of their children as they fled the scene, stampeding everything on their way. Jake had his gun pointed right where the driver seat was and Sherry tended to the victim that she knew so well.

Officer Reed Clinton.

Bruises and cuts and blood covered his everywhere that Reed was barely breathing, or to be exact: he was breathing through his mouth since his nose was severely broken. Sherry pressed onto whichever wound she could find in hope to stop the bleeding. There were tears forming on her eyes on Reed's helpless state.

The phone on Sherry's hand chimed again; the same number that sent them the message and she hesitantly answer the call.

"Sherry Birkin."

It was only her name and yet Sherry recognized the voice that had once threatened her.

Vector Alcott.

"How could you do this to him?!" She shrieked. But only hear a huff as a reply.

"I'll see you. Soon."

Then the engine of the vehicle came to life in that instant. The rolling tyres produced white soot and a horrendous screeching sound before it sped away from the scene. Jake opened fire to the fleeing Camaro but unfortunately, the car itself was bulletproof. So Jake stopped firing around his sixth when he groaned in frustration before turning to Sherry's attention.

Reed's breathing turned haggard and weak by the time Jake assisted Sherry. "We've got to send him to the hospital." She whispered to Jake but Reed clamped onto her wrist with whatever strength he had left, pleading, "No... You...have to... stop him... Stop... Alcott!"

"We can't leave you here!" Sherry protested but reed kept on his dying pleas, "He... he wants to... BOW... to... Puerto Rico..."

"What?!"

Closing his eyes, Reed felt limp in her arms when she shook him violently, quickly assuming that Reed was dead. Her tears were rolling down her face but the assumption was proven wrong when Jake pressed onto the back of Reed's neck, then hastily informed Sherry, "He's alive, I can feel his pulse. But we need to get him to a medic. Fast." the words came out in a fast scramble and luckily, Sherry understood him.

Jake was about to move the guy to his car when another three vehicle screeched to a stop near them, the DSO.

The commotion had spread everywhere in San Juan that they had come to investigate. They immediately recognized their commanding officer, the Sherry explained the whole situation that happened to them.

"I see." One of the car sped away to the direction of the hospital when the lean agent suggested, "You two give chase to Alcott first. We'll go back inform the HQ and send in reinforcements."

They came into an agreement and each team quickly hopped back into their respective vehicle when the police starting to show up.

This will be their only lead available and they will not miss this chance to apprehend the head of The Family.

A.N: Had anyone wondered where did Leon and Claire go? They had been away for some time now and I had a plan for them of course. :)

Sorry for the late update but here I am trying to write as much as I could manage.

Stay tuned and review! ;)