Alex leaned against the wall, waiting patiently for Carlos and Kevin to shift a large bell away from the back door. She glanced at a nearby portrait, which hung on the wall to her right. They looked more like clocks than paintings. Alex dimly remembered seeing a postcard which had the same painting on it. Beneath each picture was a tray which held a medium sized ball. Alex was no art critic, to be sure, but those things were appalling.

"Alright, are you ready?" Kevin looked at Alex expectantly.

"Always." Alex said with a half smile, stepping away from the wall.

"You know, this is a really stupid idea." Carlos had voiced this same opinion three times since the plan had first been laid out. "How in the hell do you plan on defending yourself while in handcuffs?"

Alex sighed, rolling her shoulders a bit to loosen them. The handcuffs holding her hands behind her back clinked at the motion. She'd been stripped of her weapons, both holsters, and the bag as well. This left her pretty much defenseless, with the exception of her combat knife tucked in her boot. In retrospect, Alex couldn't help but agree that this wasn't the brightest of ideas, but it was the best she could come up with.

"Look Sparky, I can't be seen helping you guys." Alex sighed, walking around Carlos to the back door. "Umbrella is going to download all the information off every company computer in this city. All the surveillance cameras in the hospital feed into it's main computer. And what does that mean boys?"

"That if you aren't handcuffed Umbrella will know you helped us voluntarily, if it looks like we forced you, you're in the clear." Kevin repeated her plan back in a rather monotone voice.

"Very good, have a cookie." Alex's smile slipped a bit, as she turned toward the door. "Let's just get this over with."

"I still think this is the stupidest plan I have ever heard of." Carlos mumbled, pushing the door open and leading the way outside.

The hospital was more of less a block from the Clock Tower. And within that block Alex felt defenseless and vulnerable. A position she hadn't been in since her parents had died when she was thirteen. She shuddered moving a bit closer to Carlos as they walked, single file, down the blessedly empty street. Less than two minutes later, the three stood before the main doors of the hospital.

"Open 7 a.m. to 9 p.m. daily and in case of emergency." Carlos looked up from the sign then glanced around the empty street. "I think this definitely constitutes an emergency."

"I would have to agree with you on that one." Kevin too was glancing down the street.

"Enough with the sight-seeing boys, we have things to do." Alex rolled her shoulders again, and cracked her neck.

"Yea…." Kevin then shoved Alex through the open doors, as Carlos carefully scanned the lobby.

The place was a mess, trash cans and ashtrays turned over and lying on the floor. Looked like the hospital hadn't escaped the outbreak unscathed, nor had Alex expected it to. She only saw two bodies in the lobby and from the wounds, they didn't look like they would be getting up any time soon.

"Which way?" Carlos turned, pointing the assault rifle toward Alex, plastering a rather angry look on his face.

"That way, through the office." Alex inclined her head to the right, a look of disdain covering her face. "There's an elevator. The virus can only be one of two places. Dr. William's office or patient's room 402. Both are on the fourth floor."

Kevin nodded, prodding Alex into the elevator with his .45. Thankfully he had the safety on, not that the security camera would be able to tell. The elevator ride was slow and not especially comfortable. Though it was an act, Alex still felt like the enemy here and for one fleeting moment she wondered if Kevin and Carlos would still take the handcuffs off when all this was said and done.

Her head snapped up as the elevator came to a stop on the fourth floor. Carlos took the lead again, as Kevin gave her a rather harsh shove out of the elevator, which in turn, caused her to stumble.

"Now what?" Carlos turned to look at Alex.

"I suppose would should split up." Alex looked around the desolate hallway, trying to remember where they needed to go. "Kevin take that hallway to the left, last room on the left. Carlos, you and I go straight ahead all the way to the end."

"What am I looking for?" Kevin asked, glancing down the hall.

"If it isn't lying around anywhere, look for a wall safe. It should have a painting hanging over it of the Arklay Mountains."

Kevin nodded and headed to the left. Carlos prodded her with the assault rifle, herding her down the hall to Dr. Williams' office. They stopped at the door and Carlos pushed it open for her. She stepped through just as a shot rang out. She froze, eyes searching. A second later a tall man with short blonde hair stepped from behind a set of shelves. He was wearing the same U.B.C.S. uniform as Carlos. Alex had never met the man, but she recognized him none the less. Albert hadn't been the only one working for Umbrella that had a bit of a reputation.

"Well, Carlos…" The man's accent was thick and Russian.

"Nicholai. Jill said you were killed during the explosion at the gas station."

Alex stood stock still. Her gut told her something was wrong, and she had long sense learned to listen to her gut instincts. Not to mention, that everything she's heard about Nicholai told her not to trust him. Nicholas's eyes shifted to stare at her.

"Well, well, Miss Wesker. Apparently Kent was wrong about how good you were. Women are not made for combat it seems." He then shifted his gaze back to Carlos. "You seem to be picking up women by the dozen, Carlos."

"It's the accent." Carlos' tone was clipped. It appeared he trusted Nicholai no more than Alex did.

"You're not going anywhere…TRAITOR!"

The voice screaming the threat was unfamiliar to Alex, but the metallic click of a pin being removed certainly was. Alex stepped sideways and dove under a desk to her left, as a grenade exploded throwing Nicholai out a nearby window. Alex coughed as the smoke cleared and crawled from her hiding place. She leaned against the desk as Carlos inspected what was left of the cubby hole Nicholai had emerged from when they'd first entered.

"Tyrell Patrick, smart guy."

Alex shrugged. "Maybe he found out something he shouldn't have."

Carlos turned slightly his face a mask of anger, yet underneath it was clearly sad and somewhat scared.

"You are cold lady."

"You have to be, to survive working for Umbrella." Alex pushed away from the desk. "Is the anti-virus in the wall safe?"

"No."

At that moment the door burst open, producing a very flustered Kevin. He scanned the room and slowly lowered his .45.

"What in the hell happened in here?"

"Grenade." Alex shrugged as if the whole idea of a grenade blowing up, only three feet from her, was no big deal.

"A grenade?" Kevin looked slightly confused, but soon gained his composure. "I found the safe, but I can't get it open."

Carlos stepped away from the shelving and grabbed Alex by the arm, a bit more roughly than was necessary as far as Alex was concerned. Acting was one thing…Carlos was pissed.

"I'm sure little Miss Wesker here knows the combo to get it open."

Kevin lead the way back to room 402. The room was clean, in fact it looked perfectly normal. Except for the painting leaning against the wall below the safe, you would never have known there was anything special about this room. Kevin stepped aside as Carlos pushed Alex toward the freeze locker.

"Open it."

Alex ignored the anger clearly evident in Carlos' voice and examined the locker. It needed a three digit code to open. She closed her eyes, thinking. She knew the code, Kent had given it to her for one of those just in case scenarios, all she had to do was remember it. Kevin stepped up beside her, fingering the number panel.

"531."

She heard him softly tap the digit panel and then heard the, ever so disheartening, sound of the code being wrong. Carlos took two swift steps forward and spun her around, shoving the assault rifle against her throat.

"What is the fucking code?"

Alex opened her eyes, letting them fill with a type of anger that Carlos could never imitate. She didn't yell and she didn't scream, she merely recited a second set of numbers.

"104." .

Kevin tried the code, and the locker's door slowly swung open. Alex tilted her head a bit, the look in her eyes still clearly evident.

"Will you kindly take that gun off my throat?"

It wasn't a request, even if it was worded as such. Carlos stepped back carefully, his eyes going a bit wide. Neither said a word as Kevin pulled a small vile from the locker.

"What is a Vaccine Base?" Kevin looked at Alex, even as she stared at Carlos.

"That was the only thing in there?" She didn't sound surprised.

"Yea."

"Then we have to go to level B3. There will be a Vaccine Medium in William's lab or at least a medium base. Either way that's where we have to go."

"This is turning into a damn nightmare." Carlos mumbled, walking back into the hallway. He glanced behind at Alex as they entered the elevator. "I'm sorry for losing my temper."

Alex nodded, not bothering to say a word. He was worried about Jill, that was clear, and his nerves were frayed. Anyone in his position would probably have acted the same way. Even Alex, if the roles were reversed and it was Albert laying in the chapel dying and not Jill.

The elevator halted, and the doors opened. From what little Alex could see, around Carlos' broad shoulders, it appeared clean. The three of them stepped into the hallway and moved cautiously toward the lab. Carlos pushed the door open and Alex could see the room was in severe disarray. Papers lay scattered across the floor, beakers and test tubes were shattered their contents laying in small pools on the counters.

"This does not bode well." Kevin said, looking around at the mess.

"This isn't the main lab." Alex nodded toward a door in the northeast corner of the room. "That way."

And again they moved cautiously into the next room. It was then that Carlos abruptly halted and Alex bumped into him, stumbling slightly. She leaned to her right, trying to get a look at what Carlos was staring at.

"Jesus…" Kevin mumbled from behind her.

Two large test tube stood in the center of the room, inside each was a hunter.

"So those are the new Gammas." Alex commented scrutinizing the creatures. They certainly looked more powerful than the first Hunters that had been developed at the Mansion.

"Alex, I do not what to know how you know about those things." Carlos then moved into the lab.

Alex shrugged and followed. She worked for Umbrella, was there really any other explanation to give? After several minutes of searching they found a medium base and the medical instruction manual.

"Looks like you get to play scientist." Alex said, from her position on a nearby desk.

It took Kevin and Carlos another five minutes to activate the power and get the synthesizer working. Alex had her attention firmly fixed on the test tubes, now drained thanks to the activation of the power switch. She had a really bad feeling coming on.

"That's it." Carlos said, holding up the Vaccine medium.

Still using the manual he somehow managed to mix the medium and base together, producing the much needed vaccine. As they moved out of the lab, Alex still had her attention on the tubes. As a result she was the first to see a definite problem develop, one of the hunters opened its eyes.

"Guys…we should get moving."

Without warning one of the hunters slammed its clawed hand into the fragile glass prison. Carlos sprinted through the open door, Alex just behind him, and Kevin bringing up the rear. Suddenly the sound of shattered glass echoed from the lab. Carlos turned as the two hunters leapt into the room. Kevin shoved Alex toward the door, turning himself. Alex didn't need to be told twice, she wasn't dumb enough to go against a hunter handcuffed and armed with only a combat knife. As gun shots echoed in the lab, Alex sprinted toward the elevator.

"Shit!"

She came to a skidding stop, face to face with another hunter. An older model to be sure, but just as deadly. It let out a loud screech and leapt toward her. In a desperate move, she fan forward, diving for the elevator. Unfortunately her aim was slightly off and she rolled into a wall instead, bruising her shoulder in the process. Moving quickly, she turned around and pushed herself against the wall.

"Ok…I'm screwed now."

Alex was sitting on her ass, backed into a wall, and handcuffed. The statement couldn't have been more true. The realization that she was about to be ripped to shreds, really didn't seem to bother her very much. Maybe she was in shock?

The thing let out a screech, and jumped again. Alex squeezed her eyes shut preparing for the pain. Instead she heard gun shots and the high squeal of a dying hunter. Alex opened her eyes, immediately spotting Kevin and Carlos standing near the door of the lab. Carlos looked slightly winded, and Kevin was holding onto his upper arm, blood seeping between his fingers. Alex pushed herself up from the floor .

"Can we please get out of here?"

"Sounds good." Carlos quickly shuffled inside, followed by Kevin.

"You alright?" A note of concern actually crept its way into Alex's normally cool voice.

"I'll live, the cuts aren't deep."

The elevator came to a stop and the three of them wasted no time, getting their asses back to the lobby. Carlos was halfway to the front doors, when he suddenly came to a dead halt, his face contorted into a mask of surprise.

"Shit…MOVE!"

In one fluid motion, Alex had not thought him capable of, he grabbed her by the arm and lifted her over his shoulder. He sprinted out the door, followed closely by Kevin. As they hit the steps, Alex caught a glimpse of what had caused Carlos such distress. Several bombs were secured to the support struts of the lobby. But a glimpse was all Alex caught atop Carlos' shoulder, as he made a mad dash down the steps and through the streets toward the Clock Tower. Suddenly they were flying through the air, as a horrendous boom echoed through the city streets. Alex hit the ground with a loud thump, banging her injured leg against a nearby trash can. She coughed several times, staring down at Carlos' face

"Ok…you were right…it was a stupid plan."

"Can you please get off me?" Carlos asked, as a grin started to tug at the corner so his mouth.

Alex smirked back as she rolled off of him.

"Everyone alright?"

"I'll live, I suppose." Kevin looked disheveled and was still holding his injured arm. "My arm feels like it's about to fall off though."

Carlos stood up, then reached down and pulled her to her feet.

"Can you please get these cuffs off?" Alex turned her back to Kevin, holding out her arms.

Kevin reached into his pocket and started digging around for his keys. After only a second, his face took on a worried look.

"Um…you're not gonna believe this…"

Alex gave the bandage one last pull, causing Kevin to yelp and rub at the injured arm. He deserved it, as far as she was concerned, for losing the keys to the damn cuffs. Didn't matter that Carlos had been able to shoot the small chain with relative ease. She stood up and walked over to Jill and Carlos. It had taken an hour for the anti-virus to take effect, but she was getting better. She glanced up as Alex came to a stop.

"I suppose I should thank you."

"No thanks required."

"And here I thought you were a bitch."

"I am a bitch, just not a complete bitch." Alex ran a hand through her hair, pushing a few strands out of her face. "And now that I've done my little good deed for the day, I'm outta here."

Having already gotten her guns back, Alex grabbed her bag from the floor. She threw it over one shoulder and walked toward the Chapel doors. Carlos stopped her just as she grabbed the door handle.

"You don't have to go back you know." Carlos' voice was soft.

"Oh wow, now this conversation sounds familiar." Alex turned slightly glancing at Jill. "Don't you agree?"

"Yea, I think Chris basically said the same thing." Jill boosted herself off the alter, grabbed Chris' jacket, and walked toward Alex. "The offer is still on the table."

Alex smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes. "Sorry Jill, can't do that. I have my reasons." She turned her back on them and reached for the door. "Make sure Chris gets his coat back."

Suddenly the three of them were flying backwards, along with the door. Alex landed a short distance from Kevin, slamming into a pew. Jill and Carlos landed to her left in a tangle of arms and legs. The bag Alex had been holding lay in the middle of the floor, along with what was left of the door, along with a broken pew, and some pieces of plaster.

"What is it?" Alex yelled, trying to rub dust from her eyes.

"I don't know!" Was Jill's reply.

Alex finally managed to get a look at their assailant, and gasped. Umbrella had sent in a T-103 Tyrant and he could only be after one thing…the G-Virus.

"Bloody hell…"