Ada sat behind the wheel of her Viper. The purr of the red cars engine helped to calm her nerves. The day had started out fairly decent. She had gone to breakfast with Leon before heading off to the garage where her expensive vehicle had been stored. She felt a lot better having something to drive. It had almost made her sad to lock the car up but things had gotten out of control and she didn't want anything happening to it. She had had the Dodge for a long time and certainly favored it to her Porsche. The smaller yellow car just didn't have the sleek design she had come to love.

Her eyes darted to the police station she now sat behind. Leon was supposed to be back by now. What was taking him so long? He had specifically told her to remain outside until he got back and it was killing her. She hated to not know what was going on. Just as she shut off the engine, the back door to the station opened. Leon smiled at her as he walked over. He climbed in and shut the door. Ada held her breath as she waited for him to speak. His blue eyes shifted and met hers.

"There is a whole lot going on." he said.

"Like?"

"I found out all the details on how the virus leaked and managed to talk to the director of the CDC. Some former Umbrella scientist had kept it in his home all these years. I guess someone murdered him and his wife let it out as revenge or something."

Ada felt her jaw drop. Revenge? That was why so many people had to die?

"As for the CDC, they aren't body hunters. The director is going to get into contact with the FBI. They will be the ones conducting the search. As soon as the bodies are found, then it's the CDC's job to take them and make sure that whatever the hells in those bodies doesn't get out."

"So we're waiting on the FBI?" she asked

"Yeah they should be in contact with me soon. I'll be leading the search."

She took a deep breath. The FBI were the last people she wanted to be around. Odds were too good that her name and face were still on that wanted list.

"I can't be around when they get here." she said calmly as she pulled out onto the road.

Leon looked over at her.

"I'm a bad buy." she clarified.

He nodded.

"Alright well I'll let you know when they are going to arrive. You can vanish for a while. Just…."

She glanced at him before pulling up to the curb in front of his government paid for hotel.

"I want to ask you not to vanish for good but that's up to you." he said.

He opened the door and began to climb out. Ada leaned over and caught his arm.

"Ask me."

Leon stared at her for a few long seconds.

"Please don't vanish for good." he said finally.

She smiled and leaned back.

"I gave you my number. Just call when it's clear and ill come running back."

Leon smiled and got out, shutting the door behind him.

Ada pulled away, watching Leon in her rear view. She knew she messed things up between them but maybe there was still hope. He obviously cared enough to want her around. That was a start. Maybe if she stayed around, she could get him to trust her. Okay so that was a long shot. Maybe she could get him to give her another chance. She smiled as she decided that was the best way to go. Leon might never trust her but if he could just let her in then there was a good possibility they could make things work. She was glad she met Leon. If there was one thing she could thank Wesker for aside from all her expensive things, it was that he had led her to Leon. It was Wesker who sent her into those labs to retrieve that sample. If he hadn't done that then she would have never met the blond cop. She almost wished he wasn't dead so that she could thank him.

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The screeching of metal against metal filled the room. Wesker and Sherry stood side by side as they prepared. Wesker rubbed the spot on his forehead where the bullet hole had been. Feeling nothing but skin, he smirked and glanced at Sherry. The blond woman looked determined and ready for whatever awaited them. He was suddenly very glad that he had trusted his life with her. He would have to ask her what all had happened after his death. It was certainly annoying to have no idea where he was. It was even more annoying to have to wear white patient pants. White had never been his color unless it was a lab coat.

As the last of the door was cut away, the large piece of metal fell forward onto the floor in front of them. Wesker glanced at Sherry, noticing her pale blue eyes were now a glowing red like his own. That was interesting. Then he felt something sharp enter his led. He barely felt the jots of electricity from the tazer. He reached down and pulled the barbs out before tossing them away. Four men entered the room. They were all dressed in black from head to toe and were carrying large assault rifles. The one who had tazered him threw the now useless gun aside and pulled out his own rifle. They all had their weapons pointed of him. They seemed to be ignoring Sherry completely.

"Hands behind your head!" one of them shouted.

He and Sherry glanced at each other, a smirk on both their faces.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I quite got that." Wesker said with a slight laugh.

"I think he said he wants us cooperate." Sherry said.

"Oh was that it? Well I'm not sure if I can do that."

"You never were one to play by the rules Wesker."

They laughed together.

"So true." he said.

Then the two tyrants launched themselves at the guards. They suddenly started firing but their targets were much too fast. Both Wesker and Sherry dodged each shot with ease. They quickly made their way to the guards and disarmed them. Wesker grabbed one mans throat while kicking another hard in the face. He crushed the mans throat and let him fall. Sherry was just dropping the last of her foes when he looked up. She grinned before darting out the door ahead of him. He would let her lead assuming she knew how to get out. They ran down a long hall. Wesker looked around, thinking the place looked a lot like the hospital. They didn't encounter any more guards.

Wesker was just wondering what was going on when they heard a loud thump behind them. They both turned and saw the creature that had made the sound. He almost laughed when he saw the tyrant. It was tall and naked just like all the ones he remembered. Its sexless body was pale and muscular. One eye was closed over but the other was bright and blue. Four jagged claws hung down from a much too long arm. Sherry gasped next to him but he didn't spare her a glance. He wasn't sure what this beasts strong points were. He didn't want to be caught off guard in case it was fast. They all had a weakness. The pulsing tumor of a heart on its chest was just that.

The creature roared at them. Wesker only offered a smirk in reply. Did they honestly think a single tyrant like that could harm two advanced creatures such as them? How very foolish. Sherry took a step towards the beast but Wesker held out his hand to stop her. They needed to let it make the first move. She was staring at him, waiting for an order or plan. Wesker's red eyes darted to hers for only a second but it was enough to make her back up some.

"We have to let it move first. I don't know what its strength is and I don't want to risk underestimating it."

She nodded and faced the tyrant.

Several long seconds passed. Then it moved. The tyrant ran at them at a high speed but it was nothing they wouldn't handle. As it grew near, they each dodged to a different side. The second it was passed, Wesker spun and punched it. His fist traveled straight through the creature's middle, coming out the other side. He yanked his arm free and waited for it to fall. Unfortunately it didn't. The creature growled and turned, raising its deadly right arm. Sherry ran up the wall and jumped onto its neck. Wesker watched as she raised locked hands into the air and brought them down on the creatures head. There was a sickening crack as his scull broke. She flipped off its shoulders and landed behind it. The tyrant staggered some before seeming to shake it off.

It roared a mighty sound then swung its claws at him. Wesker jumped back, the claws missing him by inches. Sherry kicked the tyrant in the back several times but it didn't even seem to notice. Wesker was starting to wonder why they had done to this thing to make it so resistant. He and Sherry were no normal beings. They should have at least brought it down by now. The gaping hole in its torso and caved in scull were proof of that. He ran forward, dodging its random swings. He grabbed its normal arm and twisted it. The bone snapped under the pressure. When he released the arm, it hung loosely to the creature's side. It grabbed its arm and howled in pain. Seeing that it wasn't about to go down yet, Wesker decided he was getting tired of this game. He ran forward and took hold of the pulsing mass on its chest. With one quick pull, the mass ripped away from the rest of the tyrant's body. It shuttered in his hand before he threw it to the ground.

The tyrant froze for only a second before it gave one last growl. Then it collapsed right there in front of him. Sherry took a deep breath and stared at it. He had to give its creators credit. The beast had been strong. Stepping around the body, he went to join Sherry on the other side. She looked at hi before running down the hall. Hopefully there weren't any more of those things running around.

Wesker saw the large glass windows ahead of them. That must have been Sherry's escape. He moved to run side by side with her as they approached the glass. She dove and flipped through the glass only seconds before he did. They landed on flat grass on the other side. Without pausing, they took off across the lawn. There was a long road not far from where they were. He needed to figure out where they were. So far he couldn't tell. They ran for a few miles before they finally slowed and stopped. Sherry brushed her hair away from her face and looked him over. He looked back at her, noticing her attire. She wore an all white outfit. It was soaked through, revealing the white under garments beneath them.

They stood there in the middle of nowhere staring at each other. Her eyes were already blue as they had been originally. He felt his own still burning. He knew his eyes were glowing in the darkness. Seconds turned into minutes as they stood there. He honestly wasn't sure why he remained that way. Sherry looked completely focused as she stared at him. He wondered what was going through her mind. He knew she must be happy to see him alive but there was more there. For some reason he felt the blood begin to pound in his ears. Then he suddenly knew what was going through her mind.

Sherry launched herself at him. He raised his arms just in time to catch her. Her mouth locked on his as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt the chill of her wet clothes against his bare torso as she pressed herself against him. He quickly reached down and pulled the wet fabric off of her before taking her mouth with his own. Sherry's movements were rushed and sudden. He could tell her actions were a result of his death. She moved as though she couldn't release him. For some reason he let her have her way. He had known that his death would affect her greatly but he had taken that path anyway. Now he would have to deal with the effects of his decision. Sherry's sudden affection was one of those effects.

There was a tree not far behind him. He turned and pressed her against it. She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth harder against hers. He growled from deep in his chest and did the same to her. If she wanted a battle for dominance then he would have to show her who was in charge of their interactions. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers. Her breathing was heavy as she stared at him.

"Don't try to lead." he half laughed.

"Never. I only follow. You're my leader, my commander. Let me work for you." she said as she dropped her legs to the ground.

She slowly fell to the ground between him and the tree. Wesker couldn't stop the smirk that spread across his face as he felt her hands on the waist band of his pants. He had never quite thought of Sherry as the type to do something like that but he certainly wasn't complaining. She pulled him free from his pants and he felt his breath catch as her mouth wrapped around him. He actually had to place a hand on the tree to steady himself as her lips traveled down and back up his exposed member. She wrapped one hands around the rest of him even as her mouth continued to move. She suddenly sped up causing him to growl. If she kept this up, he wouldn't last much longer.

Wesker stepped away from her, pulling her up and slamming her against the tree. Sherry kissed him as he grabbed her legs, quickly pulled her pants off. She stepped out of them and wrapped them back around his waist. He spared no more time as he pushed himself into her. Sherry gasped and let her head fall back against the tree. As he pounded himself into Sherry, he was suddenly able to dissect the frustration that plagued him. Since day one, Chris had been under his skin. Even when they had been comrades the man had been annoying. Wesker growled as he recalled having to deal with all the idiots not so long ago. He had been forced to let himself die in order to get away and have them think him gone again. He remembered the intense pleasure of making Jill pay for causing him so much hell over the years. It might have been more gratifying if she had fought back but his controlling serum had keep her quiet and willing. If only Chris had know what he had done to her. The thought calmed him.

Sherry moaned into his ear as he continued to think things over. He had spent too much time trying to set his plan in motion. There was no way he would give up on it now. They thought him dead and that meant he could either return to Africa or some other base and begin working again. They couldn't stop him. No one could. He looked at Sherry as she closed her eyes in pleasure. She would stand by him as she always had when he acted. He had her too tightly wrapped around his finger for her to try anything else. She arched her back, pushing her body closer to his. He reached through the gap between her body and the tree and grabbed the back of her neck.

"You belong to me." he growled.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Always." she breathed.

"You will never betray me."

Again she answered breathlessly.

"Never."

He smiled wide at her response. Of course she would answer like that. He thrust into her harder, making her moan louder than before. As his name escaped her lips, he felt her body tighten around his. With several more thrusts, he shuttered. He swelled within her and finally came to a stop. Sherry's body shook around his. She was breathing hard as he was. He pressed his head against her chest as he let himself calm. She placed a hand on his head and gently stroked his messy hair back. After several minutes, he looked up at her.

"Alright. We need to find a phone and get a helicopter over here. I'm ready to head back."

She nodded and let her legs fall from him. They had a lot to do now that he was back.