I OWN NOTHING!!!!! *runs around laughing insanely* What have I gotten myself into?? There really is no ending to this fic! It just keeps going and going and going..... I've already got things set up for a sequel...... It's worse than Harry Potter...... It won't end till I die.......

Todd: Or when people just lose interest and notice you can't write.......

Chris sighed. He and Rogue had arrived at the Police Station hours ago. Thankfully, many of the zombies were dead or slipped into comas. He had just searched through yet another office, finding nothing. He had chosen to start from the ground level and work his way up, leaving Rogue to search the lower level, which really was nothing more than the holding cells. "Well, nothing left but the chief's office," he muttered. He drew his hand gun, and opened the door to the stair way, which lead to the top office of the Bayville police Chief. The poor was out, other than the moonlight shining in from the office window, the corridor itself was pitch black. Chris held his breath, and listened. Hunters and Lickers usually gave away their position easily by their heavy breathing. Zombies were easier, just one whiff of your scent, and they blindly approach you, leaving you plenty of time to listen to their footsteps, draw your weapon, and blow them away. And since he hadn't been instantly attacked the second he opened the door, there were obviously no dogs, Bandersnatchs, or Chimeras. "This is just too easy," muttered Chris, fairly certain that the coast was clear. He slowly made his way up the steps. He easily reached the door way. He reached out, and gripped the door knob, and turned it. He really wasn't surprised to find it locked. He merely took a step back, and placed a hard kick next to the lock, breaking it, forcing the door to swing open.

The office was eerie at best. Filled with shadows, illuminated only by the moonlight from a single side window, the beam of moonlight focused mainly on the lone desk and chair. Chris looked around the office, noticing something odd. From official records, Bayville had had the same chief for nearly fourteen years, yet it looked as barren as a rookie's office. The single bookshelf had nothing but standard issue procedure books, the walls devoid of awards or personal effects. The desk itself was barren. Not even a coffee cup. Chris holstered his gun, deciding this warranted some in depth searching. He started with the obvious place, the desk. The desk top itself was clear. Not even a pencil sharpener, scattered case files, or even a scratch to show it had even been in use. the desk itself had five drawers, two on each side, and on middle one. He started with the middle. He grasped the handle, and slowly pulled it free......only find it as empty as the office. "God damn, not even a pencil......." muttered Chris, reaching for the next drawer on the right, opening it, finding it as empty as the last. Chris went from drawer to drawer, finding every last one empty. Frustrated after finding the last one empty, he fell back into the chair. "The man worked here for over a decade, and his desk looks like it had just been delivered this afternoon," he sighed. "Maybe because this ain't the chief's office," suggested Rogue, suddenly entering the office. Chris raised an eyebrow, looking at the girl. "What do you mean?" he asked. Rogue shrugged. "Well, you know that big desk out up front? Every time I got brought in here, that's where he always was working. And don't try and suggest it was a one time thing, when I was living with the Brotherhood, we ended up here a lot, and he was always right there," she explained. Chris nodded, taking a whole new look at the office. "Then why put up an office at the top level and lock it, if it has no use?" he muttered. Rogue looked around, and noticed something odd.

"This place shouldn't have any light," she said. Chris looked up, getting yet another shock. "What do you mean?" Rogue shrugged. "That window is on the wrong side if this place was going to get that much moonlight. It's nearly morning," she explained. Chris nodded, moving to the window. "You're right, it is all wrong." With that, he took out his gun, and smashed the glass open with the butt of his gun. To his and Rogue surprise, there was a secret space behind the glass, with a lone button, with a light projector behind it. "Might as well push it," muttered Chris, as he used his thumb to press down the button. Almost instantly, the bookshelf behind him and Rogue lifted up into the ceiling, revealing a secret file cabinet. "This should prove interesting," commented Chris. He wasn't to surprised to find the top drawer unlocked. What did surprise him was that he found files on all known, and even some unknown, mutants in the Bayville area. "How the heck they find this out?" exclaimed Rogue. "If Bayville is anything like Raccoon City was, then odds are Umbrella has a huge hand in this," grunted Chris, leafing through the files. Not surprisingly, he found no record of Magneto. Chris then moved to the second drawer, finding it filled with office memos. All topped with Umbrella's corporate logo. "Yep, no wonder Magneto was able to base so much of his research here, turns out that pretty much the only place that isn't controlled by him or Umbrella was Xavier's Institute. Hell, for some reason, even the Orphanage is owned by them......". Rogue shivered. "I don't like what that might mean..... considering what Magneto did to Kurt when he was just a baby." Chris felt his blood boil. That bastard is messing with the lives of children? He's going down....... Chris was shaken from his thoughts, when he caught sight of small box in the back. He reached in, and grabbed it. "What's that?" asked Rogue. Chris shrugged, and opened it, finding the puzzle piece with a large M on it. "Well, not only did we get what we came for, I think I might have enough information to finally expose Umbrella," he said, as he and Rogue left the office........

Things were not as easy for Bobby and Barry. They had landed the jet just in front of what was left of the mansion. Bobby's jaw dropped, finding his home nothing but rubble. "What happened?" Barry looked around the ground, noticing several dead soldiers, each one baring the Umbrella logo. "I'm guessing one or two of your buddies must of turned into something Umbrella thought would be useful." Bobby just stared. "Well, that's it, we lose. We can't get into the lab in that basement without the puzzle piece, and the puzzle piece is buried." Barry shook his head. This couldn't be the end..... Umbrella wasn't going to win. Then an idea struck him. "Bobby, you guys had a high tech security system. There is no way they could of gotten the puzzle piece IN the mansion..... but maybe by luck got outside the mansion." Bobby thought it over and grinned and nodded. "Yeah, you're right...... and if that's true, there is only one place that is blind to the security...... sorta something me and the others found on one of our many late night break outs." With that, he and Barry rushed over to the back wall. Ever since Cannonball had crashed into it, the wall itself had been repaired, but since the other side of the wall consisted of nothing else but a fatal drop off a cliff and into the ocean, it wasn't considered to be worth repairing the security system. Of course, a self made ice slide made escape easy, and since one it melted, all it did was fall into the ocean, covering their tracks.

Once reaching the wall, Bobby and Barry searched the area. After several minutes of finding not even a clue, they leaned up against the wall. "Man kid, this place is huge...." muttered Barry, rubbing the sweat from his brow. Bobby nodded, but noticed something odd with the wall. "Hey, how come this brick isn't like the others?" he wondered out loud. Barry blinked and knelt down in front of the wall, noticing the brick. "Weird," he muttered, pulling out his army knife. He wedged it in between the bricks, and after a lot of effort and few minutes, managed to free the brick from the wall. Sure enough, in the back of the brick, was the puzzle piece of a man. Barry grinned. "Get your hiking boots ready kid, we've got a long walk back to that house."

Well, that's as much as I can figure out to do at the moment....... my brain is melting......

Todd: *hugging his Game Boy Advance* I love you so much..........