A.N. I apologize for the late update. Life caught up with me and it's been one drama after another. Got officially diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome and the result was an Honorable Discharge from the military, since AS is an outer in the military. THEN, the hard drive on my laptop fried cause my mother left it on, lying on my bed. I do plan to start doing weekly updates for this Trilogy on weekends. And I do plan to continue my other story Soccer to Tennis as soon as I can find my chapters, since all data was lost with my hard drive. Thank you, to all those that still read this story despite my absence. Well, enough of my rambling. Now on with the story.

Chapter 19: Voices

Leon glanced at Amalia out of the corner of his eyes. The woman appeared to be slightly uncomfortable in her squashed position on the area meant to hold drinks and such, sitting between both Ada and him.

He'd have offered to let her switch places with him or share his seat with him, but knowing Amalia, the first option would make her feel guilty and the second would make her feel awkward. So the man just kept his mouth shut.

Instead, he contemplated the meaning behind Ada and Amalia being together. Was Ada under orders to return Amalia to Wesker? No, he decided. If that had been the case, Ada would be long gone by now, instead of merely waiting for him. So the Asian woman was here for something else. But what was here that could possibly have drawn the spy here?

Leon straightened up quickly. He had a pretty good idea what Ada was doing here. Surprisingly enough, it had been Amalia who revealed it, albeit unknowingly, the information insignificant at the time.

When he had first confronted her, Amalia had mentioned that before the helicopter crashed, she had been in the process of being transported to a different Umbrella laboratory. This was because Umbrella wanted to test a new virus that they were still attempting to obtain.

Ada was here for the Plagas sample, and Wesker wanted to use it on Amalia.

Needing to confirm his theory, Leon turned towards Ada and opened his mouth to demand that she explain herself. The woman must have known what he was going to ask, because she smirked, right before jerking the wheel to turn the boat sharply to the right.

Amalia cried out in a panic when she was thrown into Leon, his arms moving on reflex to grab her and pull her close before she could roll over him and into the water.

With his hands occupied, Leon was unable to do anything but watch as Ada pulled out her grappling gun and fired it at the cliff, the hook catching on the rocks. She stood up, one black heel resting on the steering wheel.

"I have some things to take care of, so you two try to not have too much fun."

She glanced at the two adults, winking.

"See you later."

Ada pulled the trigger, the gun pulling her lithe body up as it retracted, her foot spinning the wheel, causing the boat to spin.

Leon managed to reach out and grab the wheel, halting the boat's spinning motion, but couldn't stop it from ramming its side into the Cliffside. Both stayed where they were, Amalia, trying to gather her nerves and Leon, shaking his head to rid it of the confusion. That stunt had been something Ada would do, alright.

Something moved against Leon's shirt, making him jump a bit, before he realized that it was only Amalia speaking into his shirt, the sound muffled to the point of non-existence.

"What was that?"

Slowly, Amalia raised her head, her grip on his arms tightening as she moved.

"Is the boat going to tip over?"

That's right. She couldn't really swim. Of course she would fear the boat tipping over.

"We're perfectly safe. " Though that was only so long as Ada didn't have any other surprises waiting for them.

"Come on. We should get off." Leon coaxed Amalia to remove herself from her death grip on him.

The young woman was all too happy to comply.

"So, what's the plan?"

Amalia prayed that he had one, because she wasn't too sure about all the obstacles in their path. Instead of cursed villagers, alien soldiers stood in their way. And their weapons weren't butcher knives and hand scythes.

No, these guys had electric rods and one was even equipped with an automatic gun, though Amalia could have sworn she saw one with a mace. A bloody mace!

Personally, Amalia was all for doubling back, but just moments ago, they had heard Ashley cry out for Leon to help her. This left them with no option but to find a way through. Which lead back to Amalia's question.

"Simple. We run straight through while I shoot anyone who gets too close. Just make a straight break for the double doors and we'll be fine."

Surely he wasn't serious. Had the boat crash damaged his head?

They couldn't exactly out run a gatling gun! Amalia quickly pointed that out, only to suppress the urge to scream in frustration at the male's reply of pulling out an incendiary grenade.

What the nurses who took care of her said must be true. That a man's first thought is to resort to violence.

"Ready?"

Not really, but he wasn't really leaving her with much of a choice!

"Go!"

Leon threw the grenade at the huge bulking figure that sported the machine gun, the explosion setting it on fire. In its attempt to put out the fire, the creature stumbled over the cliff. Amalia would look back on that moment afterwards and find that it was actually kind of humorous.

Leon reached behind him and grabbed Amalia's hand, pulling her into a run as he shot the infected soldiers in the head, felling them one by one.

While Leon was distracted by a stubborn ganado that had gotten close enough to swing his mace at them, Amalia noticed a ganado, wielding an electric rod, running right at them.

Amalia blinked, her vision suddenly blurred with a second image overlapping the ganado.

White blonde hair, blood dripping from the tips.

It was a figure that was almost a mirror image of her only younger, around eighteen.

Blood red eyes full of bloodlust and fury, slowly advancing.

The soldier was almost on top of her, electric baton swinging back for an attack.

Hands were curled like claws, swinging back for a strike.

Later, Amalia would wonder just what had happened but now, it was like her body was on auto pilot.

Pulling her hand out of Leon's grip, Amalia ran forward to meet the ganado before it could hit her with the baton. One hand reached up, grabbing the wrist that held the rod, her other, swinging to meet the ganado's face. It let go of the rod, hands rising to hold its face in pain.

Claws blocking her opponent's attack, she retaliated. Her opponent fell backward, blood flying through the air from the mark across its face.

Amalia grabbed the rod in mid-air, ignoring the electricity that was now running through her body from holding the active side.

"Destroy them."

She had to destroy them.

Leon kicked the stubborn ganado in the head, knocking it down the crevice into the ocean. Turning, he caught sight of Amalia standing over a ganado, electric baton in her hand, which was starting to exude the smell of burnt flesh as well as smoke.

"Amalia!"

"Destroy them all, Amalia."

Yes. She had to destroy them all.

Amalia slammed the electric rod down the ganado's throat, instantly killing it. Empty red eyes watched as its corpse disintegrating.

"Leave no enemy standing."

"Yes, We-"

"Amalia!"

Blinking, Amalia's eyes faded back to their normal light blue shade as she returned to awareness.

Before she could get her bearings, however, Leon reestablished his grip on her hand, and pulled the woman into the now open double doors. Letting her go, Leon kicked the doors close and placed a long metal bar into the handles, effectively locking it.

Once he deemed that they were safe from pursuit, Leon turned back to Amalia, kneeling next to where she had collapsed.

"Give me your hand."

Silently, she did so.

Leon, keeping just as silent, pulled out a cooling agent spray from his back pouch, lightly applying it on the nasty burn across the young woman's hands.

"What were you thinking? That was a stupid stunt to pull. Once it lost the rod, you should have backed away, not grab the thing by its active end."

She knew that…but still. What had happened? It was all fuzzy in Amalia's head. The images weren't coming clearly to her.

"I'm sorry. I guess I got…you know…'lost in that one moment'." Amalia made quote signs in the air.

Sighing, Leon pulled her sad attempt at doing air quotes down with one hand and stood up, pulling her up with him.

"Just be careful."

Turning around, Leon pulled out his magnum. He took a step through the next door before glancing back at Amalia.

"By the way, the correct saying is 'caught up in the heat of the moment.'"

And he walked through, knowing she would follow anyway.

"Well that doesn't make sense. Then again, my way didn't either. Whoever came up with these sayings must have escaped an asylum."

Realizing she was alone, Amalia scrambled after Leon, never seeing the security camera following her movements from the corner of the room.

TBC…

A.N That's it for this week. I would also like to thank all of those who favorited this story despite the lack of recent updates. I hope you all can forgive me. Please review, whether it be advice, critics, or just what was liked. Just please don't flame me.