"So, it seems I know where your loyalties stand, Jacob."

"Don't you fucking start, jackass!" Jake snarled into his phone. "Your men shot at me, seems fair I should defend myself!"

"You misunderstand." Wesker began, but Jake interrupted him.

"No, you misunderstand. This little crusade you've got against them, it's fucking terrorism. The second he gets his hands on you, I'm pretty fucking sure that Tobias isn't going to repeat the same mistake again."

Before Wesker could respond, Jake hung up and tossed his phone onto his desk. "Fucking asshole..." He muttered to himself, then his phone rang a few moments later, and he glared at it before realizing it wasn't his father.

"Hello, Jake speaking."

"Jake, it's Rize. My husband wants to speak to you about the attack. Do you mind coming over?"

"On my way." Jake replied and quickly hung up.

"I've pulled some strings in the police and government. The Secret Service is conducting an investigation into a lead I've uncovered. As for you three, I've gotten you legal rights to carry firearms in excess of California gun laws. So, you three are coming with me to get your guns and put in some range time over at the BSAA base."

"I already have one though..." Jake spoke up, since he still had his Beretta hidden on his belt, under his shirt.

"I know. You still need some range time." Tobias replied. "Ladies, you're the ones I'm more concerned about, especially you, Sherry."

"Why me?" Sherry asked, confused and concerned herself.

"Because you weren't able to properly defend yourself. That's why." Tobias explained. "And I can teach you how to shoot, so it won't be much of a problem."

"What about my parents?"

"They already know. I got their approval earlier today." Tobias replied. "So, let's get going."

The North American BSAA Alpha Team's notoriety for being a highly disciplined, expertly trained and extremely effective military unit - even among the other BSAA Aplha Teams scattered worldwide - were almost exclusively in thanks to Tobias. He was the one that designed their signature T-13 Exo-suits, he personally trained them in almost all regards, and of course, he was the team's leader. To send Aplha Team into a confirmed bioterror situation was guaranteed to be a swift, flawless mission.

So, for the three teenagers that had only heard the stories, seeing the full squad of eight standing with very knowing grins on their faces was reason enough to know they were in for a wake up call.

"Alright now, boys, be gentle with this one, alright?" Yuuki quickly got over her anxiety and stepped forward while gesturing towards Jake. "He's a weak little human... Well, no. He's my weak little human, so you break him, I break you. We good?"

Jake's face was an odd mixture of amused and annoyed, but then he realized that Tobias was chuckling behind them.

"You shouldn't be worrying about him as much as yourself." Tobias' normal eye was glinting with amusement as Yuuki went a bit pale. "Half of my team are Ghouls, the other half are humans." He smirked suddenly, denoting his sadistic nature was rising to the surface. "The Ghouls complain about the training more, because they need to fight with Kagunes as well."

Yuuki sucked air in between her teeth before saying the first word that came to her mind. "Fuck."

Even though they were just getting new pistols - for today, that is - the nearly cruel intensity of the training they were being forced through was beginning to show on the trio. In a surprising twist, Yuuki wasn't the first to get mad and start complaining... It was Sherry.

"Do you mind not trying to make me have a mental breakdown?! I'm having a hard enough time shooting a gun for the first time, the least you could do is not YELL AT ME!" Sherry got very mad, stomping her foot as she finished yelling at her two soldiers. Finn, the team's human demolitions expert, and James, a partially cyborg Ghoul that served as the team's engineer and medic, were both beginning to laugh at her rosy red cheeks and curled fist around her USP.45's grip.

"We've gone through this exact same training with the Captain. You're being let off easy. Now, reload and start again." Finn may be young, but he wasn't wrong. To achieve the privilege of gracing the ranks of the team, it had nearly cost him his sanity - twice - to complete the training under Tobias himself.

Nearby, Jake was showing great promise - since he'd been taught the basics by Tobias - with his own USP.45. Because of this, he had some expectations to fulfill from Piers, the team's human sniper, and Carlos Oliviera, the team's last human - partially cyborg from a recent injury - and their heavy gunner. One mistake, and they would immediately force a full reset. He wasn't complaining, but he certainly was getting tired.

Lastly, of course, Yuuki's two handlers were Ghouls. Kevin, the team's pointman, and Jason, the team's scout, were putting her through the paces with the USP.45. Even with her superior physical capabilities, she was getting not only frustrated, but very dehydrated. Pretty soon, she'd be in the danger zone and pass out.

Watching over the groups, Tobias, Chris, and Ben the team's last Ghoul - Their radioman and communications specialist - were watching with calculating gazes.

"Strictly on a skill level, Jake is clearly the best of the three." Ben was a bit older than the two of them, but he had a good eye. Jake was indeed shooting better than the girls, even with his occasional mistakes.

"I agree." Tobias nodded, completely unbiased in his thinking. "Sherry's going to definitely need some work."

"To be fair, this is her first time with a gun in her hand. I doubt even you had it easy during your first session, Captain." Chris had his arms crossed, smirking at Tobias while watching him in the corner of his eye.

"Natural talent." Tobias smirked, remembering all those years ago how quickly and easily he'd picked up a gun... well, not all guns, but a gun regardless. Victory, his sawn off double barrel 10 guage shotgun was named such for a good reason, after all. "My first full magazine's grouping at thirty feet was three inches wide."

"Now you never fucking miss, do you?" Ben asked, chuckling as Tobias shook his head.

"That's an understatement." Tobias glanced over at his daughter, noticing that she was panting for breath far too much. Right away he knew she was dehydrated, so he called for a full halt. "Kevin, Piers, grab everyone something to drink, it's about time for them to have a break."

Right away the pair left the shooting range, letting the exhausted trio of teens give sighs of relief as they all fell to their knees. Yuuki, of course, was swearing colourfully under her breath in all three of the languages she knew.

"I know." Yuuki didn't even need to turn to know her dad was the one behind her. "I should've said something about it."

"You're my daughter, like it or not, you have some expectations in their minds. The Virus makes us stand out, our physical capabilities outclass even the most powerful Ghouls." Tobias held out his hand, letting her grip it securely before he pulled her upright, clearly unsteady from the growing dehydration's effects on her.

As much as he didn't like it, her strength was also her weakness. If anyone found out about her Hydrokinetic dependency on humidity and water, it could be very easily exploited. He knew that first hand, since his own Cryokinesis was susceptible to heat and fire even if his body itself no longer bore that weakness.

"So, remind me again who it was that made the Virus?" Yuuki's grip tightened on her father's arm, and her breathing was heavy.

"James Marcus, but I know for a fact that his sorry ass is dead. Got assassinated ten years before I worked for Umbrella. Internal politics, if I recall." Tobias smirked, helping her over to where Piers and Kevin returned with bottles of water for everyone. "C'mon, let's get you topped off."