War

A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest
This is war
To the leader, the pariah, the victim, the messiah
This is war

-War, Thirty Seconds to Mars

Yo everyone. Sorry it took so long. I had to draft and rewrite this chapter along with several others.. But here it is. And Quint Cetcham makes a cameo! For those who don't know Quint, he's in Resident Evil: Revelations. He partners with Keith Ludlum and goes to Valkoinen Mokki Airport. Enjoy this :)) ArcaneBassWitch over and out.

Alex and Rebecca began to work furiously at the antidote for the P30. Though the traces of the said drug remained very little, that was all it took for the two geniuses to work with.

"Rebecca, be a darling and hand over that test tube please." Alex said, not even looking up from the microscope he was looking at as Rebecca handed him a test tube filled with blue colored liquid.

"You and Albert must've been quite the workaholics." Rebecca mused as she took out a notebook to record the findings. This was to be Day 1. Alex merely chuckled at the statement.

"Me, a workaholic? Oh, I still know how to have a good time, unlike my brother, to be honest." Alex answered as he adjusted the magnification of the lens. Rebecca wrote down the findings they initally had.

Day 1

The initial testings of the P30 drug yielded little results, seeing as there is only traces of the drug left. Dr. Wesker discovered that mixing the BSAA-made chemical PGW785 dispersed the traces of the P30, but returned shortly after. Perhaps if another, more concentrated chemical would be mixed into the PGW785, that may be the key to finally set the antidote.

"Dr. Alex?" Rebecca said as she closed the notebook. The former Umbrella researcher looked up at her. "Isn't it about time for us to get some snacks?" She smiled sheepishly as her stomach was growling.

"My, my, Miss Chambers, ever the hungry one?" Alex said as he pulled himself away from the microscope. "Alright, let's go see what they're serving at this time. And oh yes, Billy wanted me to give this to you." He handed her a folded up piece of paper, and as they walked towards the pantry. As Rebecca unfolded the paper and read the letter, she stopped walking.

Alex noticed this and turned around to approach her. "Rebecca?" he said. "You okay?"

"Uh, yes, I am." She answered. Up close, Alex Wesker was…handsome indeed. "Please, go ahead, Mr. Wesker. I'll catch up." Nodding, Alex turned and walked to the pantry whereas Rebecca was intent on reading the letter, which said:

Hey dollface,

I was thinking of giving this to you personally when we meet again, but I don't know when that will be, so I kept this with me everytime. I moved from state to state, knowing I was still a wanted fugitive, and with a shoot to kill order to add. That's why I can't bring you with me: I don't want you to be in this mess.

I saw that cover-up you did for me when I raided an abandoned Umbrella facility in their database. Thanks, Rebecca. Owe you one right there.

But right now, I've set my sights toward Europe, where an anti-bioterrorism group called the BSAA are. I'm gonna join them, find out more about this bioterrorism shit, and put an end to it.

So this letter's pretty short, as I'm out of words to say, but know this. Rebecca, dollface, I love you. I've loved you ever since I met you, when we killed Marcus together, and even when we went our separate ways. I've loved you then… and I still love you now.

Regards,

Billy C.

Tears were running down the sides of Rebecca's face as she tucked the letter neatly into her coat pocket as she searched for her lover inside the facility.

Sooner than expected. That was Albert's reaction when Ricardo Irving called him up to let him know that the plane was in the confines of the old Umbrella facility in Antartica. The blonde smiled in sadistic joy. He will commence his plan the moment he lands in Antartica.

Beckoning Chris and Claire to his side, he said, "We will leave for the Umbrella facility tonight. Get your winter gear from the R&D's weapons section, along with any arms that you may need." The mind-controlled siblings nodded as they headed straight for the weapons section, gathering up what gear is necessary for them.

And if the BSAA tries to stop me, Wesker thought. I've got quite the bargaining chips for them to make them change their minds…

Rebecca ran past the conference room and communications room, where she caught a glimpse of the comms analysts working on the Bio Tracker, until she bumped into the Delta team captain, Parker Luciani.

"Oh, Captain Luciani, I'm sorry!" Rebecca said. "I was just looking for…for Billy Coen." The broad and muscled Italian gave her a big smile and dusted off his BDU vest. "He's in the range, Doctor." he said. "Along with the others."

With a quick thanks, Rebecca sped past him and headed down into the shooting range, where she indeed found Billy Coen, along with Piers, Helena, Jill, and Leon, passing time by shooting a few targets. The young doctor saw Billy's focus upon pulling the trigger, well-muscled arms flexing as he pushed the trigger, the recoil of the AK-47 in his hand slightly pushing him back.

Rebecca lunged forward and embraced the European BSAA captain, who embraced her back, though with a collective look of happiness and surprise, just like the rest who accompanied him in the range.

"Dollface? You okay?" Billy asked, ruffling Rebecca's long brown locks.

"I'm okay, I'm just…just really happy you're here and alive, is all." Rebecca answered with a smile. Billy saw traces of tears rolling down her eyes.

"You looked like you've been crying." He said. "You sure you're alright?" The young doctor nodded in response with a grin.

"Guys, get a room or something." Jill said with a smile of her own. How she would've wanted to do that to Chris, but unfortunately, he wasn't there.

The defiance was rising like a raging tsunami deep within Claire's body, but the P30 acted like a repressant. More and more she yearned to let the others know what was happening, where they were going, and what had to be done. And today seemed to be her lucky day. While Chris accompanied Wesker to some random scientist, discussing the doomsday project he had in mind, she purposely stayed behind, spotting a computer from the corner of her eye.

Good, I can email the BSAA with this, she thought. God help me with this, please.

And she began to type furiously. She was amazed at how fast she finished the simple message. But sending it was the problem. Wesker had noticed she was not there, and had sent Chris to fetch her. Shit, how could've I forgotten that, she thought. Fortunately, Chris was still at the opposite hallway, therefore she managed to email the message to the BSAA, and delete it altogether. Hearing her brother's heavy footsteps, she sat down on the floor, pretending to have a wave of exhaustion.

"Captain Wesker wants to know why you stopped following us." came Chris' voice.

"I'm sorry. I felt a wave of exhaustion." Claire said as she stood up, following her brother towards Wesker. The message she sent was simple. It said:

Antartica facility. Uroboros.

Hope they get the picture, Claire thought to herself as she was inches away from Wesker's face all of a sudden.

"Why the sudden urge to lollygag, Claire? You know today's a very important day…" Wesker drawled, his gloved hand closing over Claire's chin.

"I'm sorry, Captain. I felt a wave of exhaustion over me." Claire answered. Damn pathetic excuse there, Claire. Hope he bites it just as easy as Chris does. For a moment, Wesker pondered on her words, scrutinizing the beautiful face of the redhead in front of him.

"Hmm, despite the P30, you do look a bit weary. Let us rest in the jet." Wesker said as he released his grip on Claire, and they walked towards the sleek, black jet that waited for them from the other side of the steel double doors.

The communications room was twice as frantic now. People here and there were going back and forth, tracking Wesker and gathering intel on Uroboros. Even Quint Cetcham, resident information technology expert, was going crazy over the workload.

"Man, I swear Stephens has a grudge against me." he grumbled as he set to work on his personal workstation. As he was going to check the BSAA's database for information about Uroboros, his email notification popped up. Huh, who could email me at this time, he thought. Could it be Keith? Man, I miss that dope. As he opened the email, Quint noticed there was no subject, something that was considered standard format for BSAA emails, even for personal purposes.

The "From" section shocked him. It said: "TriCell Inc". The body of the message was simple. It only had three words in it: Antartica facility. Uroboros. The noise in the room was too much, even for good ol' Quint, who needed to let everyone know about the message.

"WILL EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP FOR A SEC?!" Quint screamed, and the noises died out, leaving everyone staring at him.

"Look, I got an email from TriCell. Said something about an Antartica facility, and Uroboros." he continued. Like the tech wizard he was, he ordered the surveillance team to trace the MAC and IP address of the email, while he researched about Antartica facilities that may have involved making BOWs.

Alex was peacefully eating his apple pie in the pantry when a comms analyst tapped him on the shoulder. "Doctor Wesker, you may wanna bring your pie over to the comms room. We've got a catch." Alex's eyes went wide with surprise as he quickly ate up the remains of his pie.

"Alright I'll be there, and let Director Stephens know as well." the younger Wesker said as he rushed towards the communications room. Never had he seen such a rush inside that one room. The European BSAA team manning the Bio Tracker were also researching about an Antartica facility as per Quint's orders. Stephens was not too far behind him.

"I heard we got us a big one, Alex." The director said. "Yes, but I'm not sure what yet." Alex answered, to which Quint stood proudly.

"That'd be the catch my computer made, Director, and Doctor Wesker." he said.

"What's this about, Cetcham? Care to share?" Director Stephens said as he approached the eccentric one's computer. The email clearly surprised the man as well. "Well, has this been traced?"

"Everybody's workin' on it!" Quint said. "I'm getting that Pulp Fiction sort of thing, y'know?"

"Yeah, no wonder Keith didn't watch too much movies…" Stephens said under his breath as he approached the comms analysts who were tracing the MAC and IP addresses of the email. "Anything on that email?"

"Almost done with the analysis, Director." One of the analysts said. "That email definitely came from within TriCell."

Stephens nodded. "Alright." he said. "Get Valentine and her crew here. Now's the time to put the villains to rest."