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Chapter 5

Rebecca hit the ground with a loud thud, and growled in protest.  That's what she got for trying to put her pants on so quickly.  Barry had hurried her and Carlos to pack some stuff and get dressed; she'd barely had time to take a shower.  He said Leon and Claire were in London and needed help, but when they found them she was going to give them a serious chewing out for making her pack in such a hurry.

            Rebecca wasn't really worried about either of them; she knew they could take care of themselves.  They survived an infested city for crying-out-loud; there really wasn't a need to worry.

            "Becca, Carlos, are you ready yet?!"  Barry yelled from downstairs.

            "Don't get your panties in a bunch, amigo!"  She heard Carlos yell from the room next to hers.

            Rebecca couldn't help but smile at that; Carlos's personality was always happy-go-lucky.  That's probably why you can't stop thinking about him, huh?  It was true; she had an infatuation with Carlos, but he didn't seem to be interested.  She could tell he was into Jill; they had been though a lot together, and Rebecca couldn't think of a single reason he would choose her over Jill.

            "C'mon!"  Barry yelled again.  "Let's go!"

            "Alright, alright!"  Rebecca yelled.  "I'm coming!"  She ran out of her room and nearly ran into Carlos in her hurry.

            "Hey chica, sorry 'bout that."  Carlos smiled that cute smile of his.

            Rebecca smiled nervously back at him.  "It's okay…"  She said tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

            They both heard Barry mumble something profane from downstairs.  "C'mon, we better hurry before he has an aneurysm."  Carlos said jokingly.

            Rebecca still wore her goofy smile.  "Yeah."  She said nervously.  Real smooth Rebecca.

            They both ran down the stairs and held back a chuckle when they saw Barry's face.  It was beet red with anger.  But that's to be expected; after all he's like an uncle to Claire.

            "We're meeting Chris and Jill in Stansted then we're going to get in touch with the mercs there, any questions?  Barry asked, still a little red.

            They both shook their heads in unison, all joking put behind them.  Now wasn't the time to kid.  They needed to get their asses in gear to help Leon and Claire.

            "Let's go."  Barry said flatly.

            After Leon dispatched of the zombies, he came across two more bodies of the ill fated Umbrella team.  One of them carried two H&K Mark 23's.  A lot of good that did him, two guns and he didn't even get a shot off.  The guy had three extra clips for the two guns, with full clips in each.  Leon tucked the weapons into his belt and moved on.

            He had covered almost everything in the main hall, and ran into little trouble doing so; five zombies in one room, and two in another.  One more door, one more room was all that was left.  If there wasn't anything in there, he would have to go back to the reception room and 'unlock' that door upstairs.  He really didn't want to do that, though, because he would have to look at Claire again.  He shuttered at that thought, I didn't even have a chance to tell her how I felt…  No.  Shut up.  His mind spat.  No reason to dwell on something he couldn't change.  He would find her killer and get revenge soon enough.  But will that change the fact that she's gone?  She's gone forever, and you'll never get to tell her how you feel.

            "Shut up!"  He yelled, punching the wall with his free hand.  "God damn it."  He said to no one, sweat and blood dripping off his chin.  He suddenly looked down at his hands and frowned.  His hand was covered in blood, as well as one third of the rest of his body.  Leon suddenly didn't care about anything at all besides getting the guy that killed Claire, and getting out of this mess.

            He walked to the last door in the hall and let out a big sigh.  He opened the door, and heard a high pitched scream, like nails on a chalkboard, then immediately slammed the door closed.  "Shit."  He breathed.  The door slammed against its hinges, and the Reaper behind it let out another scream.  Leon stood back and aimed the Desert Eagle at the middle of the door.  He pulled the trigger three times; the gun jumping in his hands.

            The creature let out its dying cries while blood poured down the door from the bullet holes.  Leon kicked the door as hard as he could, and felt it connect with the monster.  With a loud crack the door was open.

            The room wasn't very well lit dim light washed over the several desks in the room.  It was almost too dark to see the staircase in the corner.  It was only blocked by a white door with a lock; a lock that apparently had been shot through.  Not even caring what was in the room anymore, Leon stepped over the corpse of the Reaper and headed down the stairs.

            The stairwell was lit even worse than the room before it, and it smelled like a hospital.  The smell of medicine, and something Leon couldn't quite put his finger on.  Evil.  Everything Umbrella touched became evil, be it humans, animals and everything between.

           He quickly ran down the stairs, not wanting to take his time, and heard that all too familiar moan.  Leon kept walking, not even wanting to bother with the zombie.  He hit the bottom of the staircase in no time at all, and saw the zombie waiting in the shadows at the bottom.

            He raised his gun quickly, shoved the barrel into its skull, and pulled the trigger.  Blood sprayed his face and hair, adding to the already drying blood covering half of his head.  Leon wiped some of it off with the back of his hand, and kept moving.

            There was only one door at the end of the staircase's hallway, and Leon hurried towards it.  As he slowed to a halt in front of it, he noticed it wasn't completely shut.  He peeked though the crack, but didn't see anything.  But to be cautious, he pointed the magnum at the door as he slowly opened it.  He crept through the doorway, but something didn't feel right…

            Before he even could react to the feeling, he felt a barrel of a gun against the back of his head.  Great…

            "Freeze."  It was a man's voice, but it was muffled by something.

            Leon spun quickly, trying to take him by surprise.  In a blur Leon had the magnum in the man's face, and the man had his gun in Leon's face.

            "I thought I said freeze."  The man said angrily.

            "You did, but I'm not a very good listener."  Leon remarked.  Then he noticed who the man was.  Umbrella.  He was wearing the same things as the other Umbrella troops.  Only less dead.

            "Identify yourself."  The man said quickly.

            "Leon Kennedy."  He said simply.  "Who are you?"

            "Hunk, but it doesn't really matter, we'll all be dead soon anyway."

            "What makes you say that?"  Leon asked, relaxing a little.  This 'Hunk' didn't seem dangerous.

            "The head scientist here went nuts."  He started.  "My team and I were sent in to take him out.  I'm the only one left."  He took his gun out of Leon's face and slumped against the wall.

            "I know," Leon said lowering his gun.  "I saw them upstairs."

            "You're with those ex-S.T.A.R.S aren't you?  I read all of your files."  Hunk looked up at Leon.

            "Files?"  Leon asked.  "You mean Umbrella knows—

            "Everything."  Hunk finished.  "I'm through working for them though, this is bull shit."  And with that, he took off his gas mask.  Leon could tell he was exhausted, sweat covered his face, and his black hair stuck to his face.

            "Hey, are you okay?"  Leon asked.  He seemed like he knew what he was doing, realizing that Umbrella was a dead end road.

            "Huh?"  Hunk looked up at Leon and smiled.  "Oh yeah, I'm fine.  I just want to get out of this hell hole."

            "I hear ya."  Leon smiled.  "You wouldn't happen to have a map of this place, would you?"  He asked.

            Hunk fished out a folded piece of paper from the breast pocket on his vest.  "It's only from this level on down."  He said.

            "Thanks."  Leon said as he took the piece of paper.  "Listen, since Umbrella didn't seem to work out, how about you join us?  Join the resistance?"

            Hunk looked at Leon, but he had on the cold stare of deep thought.  His dark brown, almost black eyes looked past Leon, past everything is the small hallway.  He reached down and unsheathed a knife from his belt, pointed it at his chest, and sliced off the Umbrella insignia that was on his uniform.

            "Okay, let's go."

            "God damn it."  Chris breathed as he paced up and down the terminal.

            "Come on Chris, we need to stay calm."  Jill said, grabbing Chris by his arm.

            He looked at her with worried eyes.  "I know, but why is the plane taking so damn long?"

            "It'll be here in two minutes Chris, be patient."  She pulled Chris into the seat next to hers.  "Leon will take care of her, don't worry."

            "I'm going to kick both of their asses when we get there."  He was rewarded by a warm smile from Jill.  He looked deeply into her eyes and smiled.  She could always make him feel better, no matter what.  "Thanks Jill."  He said, squeezing her hand.

            "No problem Chris, I just—

            She was cut off by the roar of jet engines passing by somewhere.

            "See?  I bet that's it.  Doesn't it pay to be patient?"  She said as she stood up from her seat.

            "I guess."  Chris said as he stood up and wrapped his arm around her waist.

            "Okay, let's go.

            "Awww, c'mon Barry, you tellen' me you've never joined the mile-high club?"  Carlos laughed, slapping the big guy on the back.  "You're right; you probably barely fit when you're by yourself."  He was trying his best to cheer Barry up, but it didn't seem to be working.  "Alright fine."  Carlos sighed, giving up.  "What about you Becky?"  He asked turning to her.

            Rebecca blushed heavily.  "O-of course not…"  She said tripping over her words.  Great…real smooth Becky.  There's not way he can resist you now.

            "I don't believe that."  He said looking her up and down.  "I mean, look at you!"

            Rebecca tried to hide the red in her cheeks by covering her face with her hands.  "Oh stop…"

            "Well if you're not a member, wanna join?"

            "Quiet."  Barry's low voice boomed.

            "Oh you're no fun, puto."  Carlos said crossing his arms and flopping back in the plastic chair.

            Rebecca didn't know what that word meant, but by the look on Barry's face, she guessed he did.  Barry looked away from Carlos and glanced down at his watch.  He got up and picked up the three bags they had with them.

            "Okay, let's go."

For those of you that don't know what the "Mile-high club" is, I'll tell you:  It's when you do the nasty in an airplane bathroom. ^_-  I want to thank everyone again for continuing to review, it really makes me want to write more!!!  I tried to make this update a little longer than the rest, because someone didn't like how short the others were, and because I haven't updated in a few days.  Thanks for reading!!!