Author's note: This chapter might not make 100% sense if you haven't read "The Silenced Gun" but Pierre has heightened senses, and that's all I am going to tell you, but if you want to find out why you can read chapter 6 of "The Silenced Gun."

Chapter 12: The Final Showdown

The hangar was a huge dimly lit room that gave Tom the impression of being in a horror movie. The shadows from the swinging overhead lights made shadows dance along the various planes and helicopters. It's almost over, was all Tom could think about as he stepped into shadows.

"I can fly that," Matt said as he pointed to a black helicopter that was positioned only about 100 yards away from the entrance.

"You're sure?" Pedro asked not wanting to crash and burn after he finally got the hell out of here.

"Yeah, just like driving a car. Why I check it out why don't you all try to see if you can scrounge up any information or weapons from around here," Matt said as he shot a quick smile back at Pedro.

Pierre detested Matt immensely, because he always had to be the leader and tell everyone what to do, Pierre thought as he started foraging through the nearby helicopters to see if he could find any information. This was one screw up of a mission; he had gotten stuck with Tom, a guy who seemed to trust anyone; Lain, some girl who never seemed to talk at all; Pedro, the jokester of the group and total screw up; and last and least Matt, the unelected leader of the group. What an American cowboy.

Tom had gone with Lain to try and rummage through a stack of papers in the hangar's office. The small office was very plain, only containing a desk which held a computer and a few personal effects of its occupant along with a giant stack of papers.

"At least it's finally almost over," Tom breathed as he continued to rummage through the papers.

"For the moment, but Umbrella has hundreds of facilities just like this one," Lain said shortly as a tear coursed down her pale white cheek.

"Hey guys check out what I found," Pedro said as he burst through the door to the office holding a gray grenade with a yellow band across it.

"A grenade, good for you," Tom said not knowing what was so important about it.

"Not just any grenade, but a white phosphorous hand grenade. It'll stick to anything and burn deep into the flesh of anything within a 30 meter radius and underwater for that matter. They were banned by the United States a while back," Pedro explained seemingly pleased with himself.

"Did you all find anything yet?" Pierre asked in his usual cold tone as he stepped into the office.

"Not to much, a white phosphorous grenade, but other than that nothing worth talking about," Pedro said more professionally now that he was talking to Pierre.

"What about you, Tom and Lain?" Pierre asked obviously not as excited about the hand grenade as Pedro had been.

"Just flight records," Tom said rigidly.

Pierre quickly stepped to the wooden desk to look over the papers. That's when he smelled it, he probably hadn't smelled it before because he hadn't been close enough, but now the smell was strong in the air. As he accidentally rubbed against Lain on his way to the desk he smelled her blood. The abnormal smell of blood that had been infected with Umbrella's virus. He could even hear her heart beating abnormally slow now that he was this close to her. The Alpha had been under his nose the whole time, and he hadn't noticed it. She had been the one he had saw at the facility the day that he took the "Operation: Sherlock" mission. Pierre quickly whipped his magnum out of its holster and brought it to her face.

"What the hell are you doing!" Pedro and Tom shouted in unison.

"She's the Alpha," Pierre said flatly.

"You've gone mad! Tom yelled as ran over to Lain aiming his colt .45 at Pierre.

Pedro attempted to step forward to try and calm them both down, but was met with Pierre's cold glance.

"You move over here Acosta and I'll shoot you if that means keeping you away from her," Pierre shouted at Pedro.

The intercom blared loudly as a calm feminine voice came over it saying, "Self destruct will commence in t minus 90 seconds."

Matt burst in the door, after he heard the sound of voices shouting in the office. There was Pierre holding a gun at point blank range at Lain's head. Tom had stepped in front of a cowering Lain aiming his colt .45 at Pierre, and Pedro was bouncing back and forth with his gun from Pierre to Lain and back.

"What the fuck is going on?" Matt demanded as he stepped into the room.

"Lain is the alpha, I can smell it on her," Pierre said coolly.

"He's crazy, Pierre is trying to kill us off one by one," Tom shouted to Matt without taking his gaze away from Pierre.

Lain's body had started to tremble as she stood behind Tom. Her small frame was no match for Tom's body, if Pierre was going to shoot her he was going to have to shoot through Tom. Her emerald eyes shone brightly as she put her hand on the small of Tom's back.

Before Matt even had a chance to call to Tom, a wriggling slimy tentacle pierced through Tom's back. Tom didn't have time to look back at his unknown killer as blood began to course down his shirt onto his pants as a tentacle flailed around as if looking for something through his body. He had come to protect Lain from her attacker when she had been the one he should have feared. How ironic, was the last thing Tom thought as he fell to a dark abyss.

Pierre quickly hurdled the desk in an attempt to get a little distance between him and the Alpha. Matt and Pedro had already begun to fire at will at the melting form of Lain. Every bullet that hit her body seem to disappear into melting flesh as it gave way to the new charred rubber that covered her body.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Pedro shouted to be heard above the firing.

"Run to the damn helicopter, at least we'll get her out into the open," Matt yelled back as he doubled his rate of fire to cover Pedro and Pierre as they rushed to get out the door.

Pierre, after running through the covered door, turned around as he heard the door slam behind Matt. The Alpha was moving at a slow pace behind Matt as it splintered through the door at a walk. They quickly began their barrage of fire even as they continued to back up to the helicopter. Pierre was hitting the thing every time squarely in the chest with dual magnums and it wasn't even flinching. The thing would not go down, as it retracted its tentacles in order to lash them back out.

Matt felt as if he were in a nightmare as he heard the soft click telling him he was out of bullets. Why the hell had he wasted so many on simple creatures, was the only thought that Matt could think of. Matt felt a pair of cold hands grab him by the shoulders and shove him into the waiting helicopter.

"What the fuck are you doing Pierre!" Matt said as he realized that Pierre had pushed him into the darkness of the helicopter.

"Saving your ass!" Pierre called back as he continued the onslaught.

Knowing that he didn't have anything to fight the Alpha with, he quickly started the engine of the black Night Hawk Helicopter. He would be damned if he would let what was left of his team die, he thought as he began to rev up the engines so they could get the hell out of here.

"Self destruct will commence in t minus 40 seconds."

The Alpha's body had completely melted away by the time that it came close to Pierre and Pedro. Its body was covered in black charred flesh, except for the long tentacles that protruded from where its arms should have been. Its face was by far the most hideous though, two narrow slits for eyes were covered by a milky white substance and the skin was pulled back from its mouth revealing piranha like teeth. Surgical scars peppered its nightmarish face.

Pedro could see the Alpha whip its tentacles in his direction but continued to fire at the horrid beast, each shot of his AK-47 embedding itself into the creature's rubbery skin. Suddenly Pedro felt a sharp pain in his left leg. The pain was searing as he looked down at the wound. Blood was seeping out of the fresh wound that the Alpha had made by barely grazing his leg with its long tentacle. Pedro immediately fell to the ground even as the Alpha continued to close the distance to him.

Pierre saw the Alpha's tentacle whip out and catch Pedro in the leg. The Alpha was closing quickly on him, and was only 30 yards away. The puddle of blood around Pedro's fallen leg was getting wider by the minute even as he struggled to get upright to continue the fight. Pierre immediately ran to the fallen soldier's side putting aside the fact that he had been trained not to care.

"Self destruct will commence in t minus 20 seconds."

"Get the hell away from me you're going to get yourself killed!" Pedro shouted as he saw Pierre running towards him.

"Shut up, we are going to get you the hell out of here," Pierre muttered as he tried to lift Pedro to his feet.

"You saved my life by not letting me near Lain in the office, now I am going to return the favor," Pedro said as he took the last bit of strength he had and shoved Pierre as hard as he could into the waiting helicopter.

Pierre fell hard against the helicopter sending his magnums spiraling towards the ground. Pierre looked back at where he had stood moments before and saw the Alpha looming over Pedro's fallen body, and something in Pedro's hand. It looked like, it couldn't be, a white phosphorous hand grenade. Pierre quickly jumped into the helicopter even as Matt, realizing that Pedro was going to throw the grenade at the beast, started to move the helicopter to the nearest open gate.

"Eat this you jacked up bitch!" Pedro shouted as he hurled the grenade at the Alpha as soon as he made sure that Matt and Pierre had already left.

The grenade hit the thing squarely in the chest and began to burn a brilliant white leaving a charred hole clean through its body. Pedro had never been happier as he drifted off into the black abyss where Emma Magnus, Jon Noto, and Tom Burgess were waiting for him.

"Thank you for working at Umbrella Corporation and have a nice day," the feminine voice said as explosions began to go off in the once elegant Umbrella facility.