Oi! Sorry I haven't updated in a billion years! I've been real busy with real life. Hopefully I'll update more often. End Author note.

The trio walked down Main Street, hardly a word was said. They were getting ready to turn down Maple Street when Aryn stopped walking.

"What is it?" Lone asked, mildly grumpy, considering Jacob's life was at stake.

Aryn said nothing, then, from an alley to their left was a deep, menacing roar.

Jacob's eyes bugged out,"S-s-shit!"

Lone grimaced, then put his injured comrade on the ground carefully and un-holstered his weapon, when the creature charged out. It slammed into him was a line back, sending him flying into a wall. Dazed, he stared up at the creature. It was a Destroyer all right, but different from the first: its scales were a darker green with faint tan stripes, and it also seemed bigger.

"Aryn! Run!" Lone yelled.

Much to his dismay, she just stood there seemingly frozen in fear. The monster stared at Jacob for a moment, then leaned down to sniff him before swinging one of its arms and cleanly slicing his head off. Lone screamed out obscenities. Then, the creature walked to Aryn and stared down at her, then crouched to stare into her face. It snorted and softly growled, scaly lips curled, revealing its massive teeth.

"What are you starin' at prick?" She said sarcastically glaring at the monster, seemingly fearless.

The creature grunted, then stood and left. Lone scrambled over to her and raised his rifle to shoot. Aryn reached out and pushed the rifle down, simply shaking her head. Lone stared at her, gritting his teeth in anger. With an exasperated curse, he turned and walked to Jacob.

"I'm surprised that you two are still alive." A male voice said from behind them, unfortunately, all too familiar to Aryn.

Long and Aryn turned around to stare at a young man, probably in his late teens to early twenties, that wore nothing but black, had his hair slicked back, and wore dark sunglasses. Lone raised his rifle warily.

"Hello Joshua you prick." Was Aryn's usual sarcastic greeting.

"Runt." Was Joshua's.

"Will you both shut up!" Lone bellowed.

Both teenagers fell silent. Distantly, a hunter roared, followed by the rest of the pack.

"We'd better get moving." Lone said finally, "You." He pointed at Joshua, "Keep your hands off her."

Mockingly, Joshua replied with, "What? You don't trust me?"

"No. I don't."

Joshua simply smirked. Aryn walked past him and backhanded him in the stomach. "Knock it off."

Joshua's smirk vanished as he started following the two, an almost predatory look appeared on his face, but quickly vanished. "Hey! Wait for me!"

Lone didn't like this.. Joshua fellow whatsoever. Frankly, as far as he cared, the next licker could eat 'Joshua'. Oddly enough, Lone felt protective of Aryn, it was probably because she reminded him of Karen. Quickly, he cleared his thought of his daughter and focused on getting to the Umbrella Building. He wanted to get some papers, as well as the anti-virus, just in case.

Soon enough, the trio got to the building and Aryn look quite unhappy. "Do we have to go in here?"

Lone simply nodded and slung the rifle off his back and proceed to do a sweep while the civilians walked behind him. He led the way down the stairwell into the basement, which, much to Lone's surprise, held the labs, where all the freaks had come from. He walked into one of the labs, whose doors had been ripped open. On the floor was a scientist who had been clawed up. The examination table had straps, but they had been snapped. Lone let out a soft whistle.

"Looks like something got pissed.."

"Hurry up will you? This place gives me the creeps." Aryn grumbled, seeming unusually on edge.

Lone ignored her as he went to a computer. He opened up the last file and grimaced. It was on the Destroyer project. He frowned as the computer played back a gritty and poor quality video of someone lying unconscious on the examination table. The scientist bustled around, injecting this and that. The person gave a spasmodic twitch and started convulsing. Much to Lone's horror, the person started shifted and contorting. It was all to clear that whoever it was, was screaming out in pain. The straps snapped and the.. Thing fell over the table, still thrashing and writhing around in agony. Finally, fully transformed, it simply laid there, then, climbed to its feet and lunged at the scientist, brutally killing him. The camera went to static when blood splattered over the lens.

Quickly, Lone moved to a different file and started printing stuff out. He wanted out of here incase the Destroyer, either one, came back. He glanced behind him and only saw Aryn. He was about to ask where Joshua was; only he was thinking of a rude word of calling him, when Aryn spoke up.

"He had to take a piss."

Lone blinked a few times and turned back to the screen. One thing that still bugged him was how the Destroyer project stared at Aryn but didn't raise a claw, and how she stopped him from killing it. Maybe she figured it'd turn around and kill them. He leaned back in the chair, mulling over what had happened as he waited for the angry printer to finish its job.

The computer beeped, startling Lone out of his thoughts. Was it done printing already? He looked up at the screen and scowled when he saw that it was out of ink. He got up and then started getting ink cartridges out of the other printers. With a satisfied hum, the printer started printing again. He glanced behind him and saw Joshua return.

"Don't go into the bathroom," Joshua said, looking a bit green, "One of the bodies in there exploded." Lone grimaced at the thought. Aryn snickered.

"Weak stomach?" She commented. This comment caused Joshua to flip her off.

"Bitch." He spat.

"Bastard." She retorted. Lone sighed and shook his head as he turned back to the computer screen, ignoring the spewing insults behind him. Kids. Finally, the printer stopped with a click, giving him a nice stack of fifty pages of information. Quickly, he grabbed the stack and shoved it into the back pack he had grabbed on the way down here.

"Alright, let's get out of here." Lone said as he turned.

"Finally!" Aryn said, exiting the room.

"Not so fast," Lone replied, walking past her, "I have-"

"To check for freaks. I know, I know." Aryn grumbled.

The trio started making their way out of the building that remained eerily quiet. When they finally made it back to the surface, Joshua scowled.

"Great. Just great. It's raining." He complained.

"Aww. Is Mr. Sour pants going to melt?" Aryn taunted.

"Shut up brat." Joshua snapped.

"Bite me." Aryn said while smirking.

"Maybe I will." Joshua replied, his scowl getting more menacing.

"Knock it off you two." Lone barked out. He felt like he was back at the Academy, dealing with bratty cadets.

"Yes Sir..." Joshua said, glaring at Lone, who couldn't help but take a small step back at the menacing tone the boy had used. Something wasn't right about him. Lone shook it off though and continued walking.