It was done and there was no turning back. This was the point of no return. Nothing could be undone or corrected.

Chris was still lying on top of her, breathing heavily and pressing her down with his hot body. Jill didn't know what was choking her more, the weight of the man she had allowed too much to, or the feeling of guilt and shame.

It was a betrayal, she betrayed him. Cheating. Something that had seemed completely unacceptable to her before. Did he influence her like that? Surely not. She shouldn't have shifted her blame onto someone else. It was her own decision, her own desire. Could this be revenge for all the pain he had caused her in all the time they had known each other? Perhaps. She probably even had the right to do so. He deserved it all, didn't he? He deserved even far worse. But for some reason she felt right now it was she who was punished.

He would never forgive her that. Never. It would be hard not to understand him. Would she forgive if she had been treated like this? Maybe he could if it were other circumstances, but not with this person, not like that… And she wouldn't even have to tell him anything, he would understand everything himself, as he always did. The already shaky feeling of calm and balance shattered into pieces inside her. That was the end.

"Jill," Chris called hollowly, still pressing to her shoulder.

She didn't react. She didn't want to talk to him, to see him. He will decide that this was the answer to all his questions. Was that the answer for herself?

"Jill... Jill!" His insistent voice sounded as if from afar.

Jill exhaled sharply and opened her eyes. Chris was sitting in the same place as before, fully dressed. He was looking at her with an worried expression on his face.

"Earth to Jill..." He tried to smile, and then frowned anxiously again. "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" She was looking at Chris in confusion, trying to separate reality from fantasy. "Yeah...yeah... I... sure... yes."

"I'm asking, do you know where could i have seen this actor before? It seems that he played in some movie… We kind of even watched it together."

"Yeah... I heard you… I was just thinking about it... um... sorry..." She got up and quickly walked out of their suite.

Jill was grateful to Chris for not following her. She had no idea how she would look him in the face.

She practically ran down the hallway, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Calming down a bit and coming to her senses, Jill slowed her steps, but going back was not an option. So she wandered through the empty corridors and balconies for a long time, hoping that Chris wouldn't go looking for her. A few hours later she returned to the suite. The sofa was in its usual place, empty packages and bottles in the trash can. Sighing heavily, she headed to her room. She needed to take a shower to wash away the unnecessary sensations off her.

For the rest of the night, Jill sat on the bed, hugging herself. There were no thoughts in her head, only complete devastation. Morning crept up unnoticed, and she didn't even notice it right away until the sound of the alarm clock brought her out of this trance state.

Jill didn't want to see Chris, but she had no choice. They had to fulfill their mission and Jill understood that she needed to overcome her emotions.

She still couldn't tell what it was the day before. Why did she allow such thoughts at all, drew such pictures in her head. Chris wasn't guilty of anything, he didn't give any reason for this and, of course, didn't know about anything. So it was all on Jill herself. She understood that perhaps this was partly influenced by his words, his promises. But now wasn't the time to settle personal issues.

Leaving the room, Jill quickly looked around. Chris was standing next to a table with a tray of food on it.

"Oh, Jill! Good morning. Did you sleep well?" She just nodded. "I decided that since it would be necessary to discuss everything one more time, would be better to bring food to the room. Look, you and I have sausages, toast, cheesecake, fruits, juice. Shall I pour you some juice?"

He was smiling at her, acting as if nothing had happened, and that was making Jill angry. His contented expression.

"Thanks, I'll do it myself." She mumbled irritably.

Jill sat down and poured juice from the decanter into a glass, then picked up a fork and began to roughly break off a piece of the sausage."

"Do you want me to butter toast for you?"

"Chris..." she started abruptly, and he looked at her in surprise. "I'm fine. I need nothing. Thanks."

Chris could see that something was happening to her, but tried not to disturb her. It was clear that Jill was thinking about something of her own last night and it continued today. Judging by her look, she didn't sleep as well as she said. But she wasn't in the mood to discuss her worries with him. So he just switched the conversation to the topic of work and noticed that it calmed her down a little.

Jill was annoyed, she was angry at his tender and delicate attitude, at his care. He acted as if something really happened between them yesterday, as if they were fine. Although she understood that she herself was giving him a reason. That night, when she let him hold her and talk about their possible future together, didn't she give him hope? And she liked this care, that is what was even worse, she liked that he was trying to be so attentive. This was making her even angrier.

"Well, are you ready to do it?"

Jill didn't immediately respond to his question.

"Yes, of course. I'm ready."

Almost without talking to each other, they reached the factory, located in an abandoned area on the outskirts of the city. Although the territory appeared to be empty at first sight, they knew that they had to act as carefully as possible.

Having overcome the open space, the partners approached one of the concrete walls of the tall building and walked along it. They were interested in the back door through which they planned to get inside. There was an atmosphere of desolation all around and it brought back memories from the past.

Going inside the abandoned complex, Jill and Chris turned on their flashlights, the windows were small and so dirty that there was absolutely not enough light. A cursory examination of a number of rooms didn't yield any results. There was rubbish, dirt and signs of animals everywhere.

"Maybe we made a mistake," Jill said quietly.

"Wait. Usually all the fun starts on the lower floors."

"Yeah, you're right."

The two underground floors were exactly what attracted the most attention of Chris and Jill during the investigation phase. In addition to circumstantial evidence that the person they were looking for often had been near this area. Having found a way to the lower tiers, they had to take a short pause. It required the use Jill's master of unlocking skills. When the job was finished and Jill smiled contentedly at Chris, he whispered softly to her.

"Isn't it strange that such a lock is still preserved in such a place?"

Jill nodded, biting her lip and readying her gun. They had to visit many more rooms in this place.

They wandered around the first underground floor for a long time, examining room after room. It seemed that no one had ever been here, although poor lighting made it difficult to assess the situation properly.

Both of them were fully equipped. They had to stop at some place and pick up everything they needed. However, Jill went there alone, as before, not allowing Chris to find out more. He didn't see it as a problem, after all she could be trying to protect Wesker and his secrets, but at the same time at the end could decide to leave him forever. Isn't she? It was much more important to Chris now.

Bulletproof vests were put on immediately upon arrival at the place. They had two types of weapons with them and enough ammunition to take down a small army or several dozen BOW. It definitely should have been enough to handle one unprepared scientist, even if may be a little insane one.

"Tell me, do you two know where to get weapons anywhere in the world, or are there exceptions?" Chris asked ironically casually.

"Anywhere, Chris, anywhere. So not many people will be able to escape."

Jill said, simultaneously snatching out the walls, floor and various objects lying here and there with the flashlight.

Chris glanced at her. He couldn't see her very well, but she definitely felt in her element, still as professional and prepared as ever.

"So that's all you and he are doing? Hunting for leftovers of Umbrella?"

"Why do you need to know this?"

"Well, I'm just saying."

"No, Chris, it's not just that."

"And what else?"

"Hmm." She smirked. "Are you hoping to find out our darkest secrets?"

Chris snorted.

"Well, you're still not going to tell me everything anyway. It's just a little weird if Wesker suddenly devoted his whole life to just this."

"We do a lot of things, Chris. But, in fact, what I'm doing now is not much different from what I did in the BSAA. Search for people who are on a special wanted list, study of new viruses and developments, cleaning of territories that have been infected with BOW..."

"You're kidding. Albert Wesker destroying BOW, not creating them..."

"We won't discuss it."

"Why not?"

"Because... listen to yourself, Chris, you're already skeptical about everything I say. And we have more important things to do right now."

"OK, I'm not suggesting we discuss this, just tell how things are. Why would he do that?"

Jill paused, deciding whether to bring up the subject.

"He no longer needs access to new players in the bioterrorism market nor to powerful corporations. He no longer needs someone's trust or respect, money. He doesn't need to prove something to someone, offer something. He's free, Chris. We are. We're finally free. And we're doing what we've always done. Ever since the days of S.T.A.R.S. Even before that. We are fighting. With the bad guys. And let's close this topic. I don't want to discuss it any further."

Chris himself wasn't eager to continue talking about it. Jill seemed to be in the clouds and he didn't even know how to react to it. What if it was all true? Absurdity.

"Albert fucking Wesker bloody Mother Teresa." he muttered to himself.

Jill didn't react to his remark, just looked at him sideways and smiled slightly. It really sounded funny. She'd never even looked at it that way. It was definitely an oxymoron. Jill didn't know how Wesker was able to do it, do the right thing, in fact, but still remain the same asshole.

They opened another door and entered a spacious room, the former purpose of which was difficult to determine not even having an elementary sufficient amount of light. Their flashlights didn't allow to tell exactly how big it was.

"Why is it that normal lighting is never maintained in such places?" Complained Chris.

"Do you hear?" Jill said and tensed.

"What?" Chris asked faintly.

Jill didn't know herself what, but it seemed to her that she heard something.

"It's like there's someone here, someone watching."

"Do you hear that? See? Or do you feel it?" Chris felt the familiar tension, the readiness to attack.

Jill turned around sharply, glaring into the darkness, at that moment they were illuminated from all sides by searchlights so that they could hardly get sight of who it was or in what quantity. She squinted, trying to shield her eyes from the bright light. It took her only a few moments to raise the gun and fire.

Chris shuddered. She just shot, not knowing to whom, without questions and warnings. They could have been surrounded by security guards or law enforcement who ambushed here, whoever. But Jill didn't seem to care much. It's easier that way, right?

They both clearly heard the muffled scream and a thud of the body collapsing to the floor.

"Great shot." Chris praised her almost inaudibly.

Both of them still standing in suspense.

"But absolutely useless."

Chris tried to determine where the voice came from, but couldn't. His eyes were starting to adapt little by little, and he hoped that would be able to see at least something.

The room suddenly lit up with a dim light and both partners exhaled, feeling a fit of despair. They were surrounded by about 30 people with machine guns. Chris glanced at Jill and noticed that she was smirking as she preparing to attack. She wasn't going to give up without a fight.

Making an abrupt lunge, Jill rolled to the side and Chris followed her example. They weren't shot immediately, so they were needed for something. A sharp action and separation of targets could buy them a couple of seconds in order to take more advantageous positions and get machine guns instead of pistols.

A pungent smell began to fill the room and Jill felt a strong dryness in her mouth and dizziness, her vision began to lose its clarity. However, that didn't stop her. She raised her weapon, ready to hit another target, but didn't have a chance to act. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Jill felt a prick in her neck. The effect was instantaneous, her hands went numb and she lost the machine gun. Increased dizziness and feeling of nausea told her that they had been poisoned or infected with something. But the process of reflection didn't last long, Jill fell to the floor, staring unseeingly at the ceiling and feeling foam coming out from the corner of her mouth.

The last thing her senses could register was Chris, who was destined for the same fate as her.