Demetrius stepped around the doctor and into the main lab. He saw Wesker trying to pull himself together near the bleeding body of some naked woman. He also saw Rebecca. The medic was sitting perfectly still. She had her back to him, but he could tell something was wrong. The atmosphere 'smelled' wrong. He rushed forward and helped Wesker to stand. The older man had looked much better when he had been glaring at Brian in the Jeep.
Wesker nodded to Greer as he steadied himself. He then quickly pushed away from the other man and made his way to Rebecca, paying not even a glance at Kyna. Demetrius looked at the long, slender, light brown haired woman lying dead a few feet away. Her blood was pooling around her rather well by that point. He reached down and closed her eyes. He had other things to take care of then wonder about what had happened.
Wesker shook Rebecca's shoulder gently. She continued to stare at the spot where Kyna had fallen. He spoke softly, coaxed her to come out of her shock. She did not respond to him in any way. He glanced up at Demetrius as the man stopped behind him. "We need to get out of here."
"Contact Ganesa. Have him get done with whatever he is doing. We set the destruct and get our asses out." He waited. Wesker was not in charge, officially, but he knew the place and the situation better than they did.
"Carry Rebecca. If anything is left I can better handle it than you. Is your pack full?" Wesker stood, picked Rebecca up, and handed her over to Greer.
"No, why?" He shifted his new load until he was comfortable and could still grab his handgun. He looked at Wesker curiously as the man placed Rebecca's gun on her abdomen.
"I think she found something… We'll have to see." He started out of the main lab, Demetrius following. Wesker stepped into the room and sighed. Files were spread all over, two boxes sat on a table. He looked over the papers, then in the boxes. He rolled his eyes. "Typical woman." He picked the boxes up and headed out the door. "Always packs too much stuff." As he started to exit the room, he noticed a book hidden behind so objects on a shelf. He set the boxes down and pocketed it. He would investigate it later.
Demetrius continued to follow the older man. "You have yet to find Ganesa," he commented. Wesker growled and set the boxes down. He turned the radio on. "Are you ready to get out of here?"
"I have just finished sending out the information and crashing the system. Soon as the destruction system is set, we can pull out."
"Five minutes. Out the security entrance." Soon as he got the confirmation, he shut the radio off again. He and Demetrius quickly made for the upper levels. As they rounded a corner on the second sublevel, a large gorilla sized bear like creature started to charge them. Wesker quickly dropped the boxes and met the creature head on. The creature did not know what was going on before its neck had been snapped like a toothpick. Wesker backtracked and grabbed the boxes. Demetrius shook his head as they continued on. He hoped there was something really important in those boxes.
Soon, they were outside again. Both men took deep breaths of the fresh air. The decay scented stagnant air inside had been awful, too much for either of them to handle for too long. Wesker sat the boxes down yet again. He would have to remind Rebecca later that 'luggage' was dangerous to have while on a mission. Not like she told you to get the files. You could have ignored the possibility there was something she had found in the room and just left. He shook her head slightly to clear the thoughts. He had better things to worry about than some boxes of files on who knew what.
Brian came out of the door shortly after they had. He looked at Rebecca curiously but did not ask. They had to get clear before the place blew. They had no way of knowing the exact distance the blast would be. Brian hoped fifteen minutes gave them enough time. "Here. Carry one of these. We can move more quickly if the load is lighter for each of us. You take the other box and I'll take her." He motioned to Demetrius, who gladly handed her over and took the second box. "Let's get the hell out of here." Wesker took off at full speed. He would have Rebecca as far away from the blast as he could. Athena might not like his decision, but her men could take care of themselves.
Demetrius and Brian both booked it, too. They were in excellent shape and capable of much more strenuous activity. Athena may have made it to major, but she remembered how to be a drill sergeant well. She busted their asses to get them in shape and keep them there. She claimed that their inabilities were not going to cost her own life or the lives of their teammates. So, about every other month, she ran them through drill courses, the best the country had to offer. Her team was a certified blood, sweat, and tears American badass group. She made sure they stayed that way. Only, since the Spencer estate, none of them had been working to stay in shape. They had been lounging.
Demetrius was more agile and powerful than Brian. He ran a fair piece ahead of first lieutenant, but he kept his sights on Brian. He was not going to leave someone behind. No excuse existed that would cover such an act. Not in Athena's eyes, and sure as hell not in his own. He and Brian were both getting out of the range of the blast if he had to carry the other man, and he feared he might.
Brian checked his watch again. Three minutes and it seemed like they had hardly moved. He was at least two and a half miles from the complex, but they had no way of knowing how far the blast, or its concussion, would travel. He tried to put more speed into his legs, but the way they had been working at finding information for the past two weeks had made his muscles unused to the activity. He feared he wouldn't make it out of range.
Athena listened to Brian's breathing and the sound of his running. She had tried to convince her father that parking closer made retreat much easier, but he had adamantly refused to do so. If his decision cost her one or both of her men, she would not be happy, not at all. Brian was slowing down and his breathing and heart rhythm were much too fast. Demetrius needed to get to him. Greer was the only one who could help as Wesker was too far ahead and did not seem to care. She urged Greer with her mind. Brian needed him.
Demetrius hoped they had gone far enough. He hoped Brian was safe, that he was safe. He had no doubt that Wesker and Rebecca would be fine. Turning, he could not see Brian. He looked around wildly for any sign of the other man. Then, he felt something, as though someone was pushing him to go back and get Brian. Someone, or thing, was telling him that Brian needed his help. He dropped the box, which he had no intention of carrying if Brian needed him. The files were probably on the computer anyhow, and if not, fuck them.
He retraced his path several yards before spotting Brian. The man was loosing it, his body was going to give out. Too much paper work and down time. Gotta get everyone working out again. He rushed to the man's side and grabbed his shoulder. Brian looked up, startled. "Drop the box. We're getting out of here."
Brian dropped the box, ready to be pulled along. He gasped as Demetrius through him up into a fireman's carry. However, he said nothing. He had nothing left to fight with as his friend raced toward the Jeep.
Athena heard Demetrius get Brian and sighed in relief. She then grabbed her phone. She pushed a button and waited. The more rings she heard the more angry she got. How dare he! My men are just as important as everyone else. On a mission, everything else is put aside. He could have carried Brian and Rebecca and more than likely not broke a sweat. She was fuming by the time Wesker finally growled a 'What?' into the phone.
"Where are you?" Her tone told him she was not happy about something.
"We are finished. I'm at the Jeep seeing to Rebecca."
"What happened?" Athena tapped her fingers on the table before her. Wesker told her about Kyna, what she had become. He told her about the strength of her mother's mind and how Rebecca had probably saved his life by killing Kyna. Then, he explained what was wrong with Rebecca afterwards. "Is she in the Jeep… Then go find my men! You know as well as I do, no one gets left behind. Not a Marine, I don't care if that is the Ranger's phrase. You need to get back here, we have news you need to hear." She hung up on him. She was too upset and worried to argue. Her only hope was that he would listen.
Wesker growled at the phone before crushing it and chucking it into the depths of the forest. As he was about to go see if he could locate Donnelly and Greer, he heard the explosion. The Stonelick complex was gone. As the noise died down, Greer came out of the woods carrying Brian over his shoulder. He put the man in the Jeep before turning to Wesker. He eyes were hard and angry, but he said nothing as he saw the way the man was fussing over Rebecca. Perhaps he had no call to be angry with the man if he cared that much for the girl. She was not just a piece of meat for Wesker. So, he climbed in beside his superior and waited for the other man to get them out. Wesker was not going to sit around any longer either. He got in and turned the Jeep around. They were going back to Hillsboro.
Athena was pacing when Wesker and the others got back. Chris, Isaiah, Terrell, and Elizabeth had all tried, unsuccessfully, to get her to calm down. However, when she saw the state in which Rebecca was in, she immediately went from frustrated to worried. She rushed over to her father. Wesker said nothing, carrying Rebecca into the adjoining room. Athena glanced back at Chris before continuing after her father.
Chris watched her go, knowing he was to make sure Brian and Demetrius were well and then let her know. He took their packs and handed them to Isaiah, who handed them to Terrell. Patrick came forward to check them out. Chris stepped to the side to allow him access to them. He watched as the doctor did what he was paid to do, despite the protesting the two men were doing. He smirked as Demetrius made very creative threats. He would not want to be the one on the bad side of the sharpshooter.
"I'm fine, Doc. Get your prodding fingers away from me. I'm not in the mood." He shoved roughly passed the man and dug through his pack. "I'll be in my room." He carried the books and documents he had collected out of the room. They watched him go, curious. Demetrius was very secretive, yes, but he had never kept mission details from them, that they knew. His behavior was odd, even for him.
"What was that?" Chris asked as Demetrius seemed to close in on himself and flee from them. Brian shrugged and reclined on the couch he now had to himself.
"Don't worry about it. Metri is just like that," Brian informed Chris. The S.T.A.R.S officer nodded and left to find Athena.
Wesker placed Rebecca on the bed gently. He brushed back her hair and looked at her vacant expression. She was in there. He just had to pull her out. He sat beside her and took her hand. She needed a soothing bath, maybe the relaxation would help. He started unlacing her shoes as Athena came into the room. She eyed him. "What happened?"
"I told you." He placed the shoes on the floor, stuffing the socks inside them.
"But how did she get into this state by shooting Kismet in the head?" Athena crossed her arms as he stood and approached her.
"The shock, I assume. She had never taken the life of someone before, not someone truly alive." He gripped her shoulders. "They destroyed your mother but... To Rebecca she was still a living being that did not deserve death. She is innocent at heart." He looked back and Athena was surprised by look in his eyes.
"I'm not worried about my mother right now. Help Rebecca." Athena moved forward and looked at the younger woman.
"I'm going to put her in a bath, see if it will relax her enough to snap her out of this."
Athena nodded. "You want me to…"
"We're lovers, Athena. I've seen her naked before."
"I know but that's different…" Wesker gave her a look. She nodded and turned to leave the room. "We'll be pulling out as soon as we know where we are going. Get some rest."
"What do you mean where we are going? Why not Raccoon?"
Athena glanced away. "Raccoon City was blown away by the President. There is nothing left but a huge smoking crater." She continued out, not wanting to speak about it at the moment. He watched her leave before turning his attention back to Rebecca. He had her to worry about before thinking about Raccoon.
As Athena twisted the knob to enter the other room, Chris twisted the knob to enter the room she was in. The force of her pushing and him pulling made the wood collide hard against his face. He yelled out and clutched his nose. Athena stood shocked, a hand covering her mouth, hiding the small grin she wore. The reason for his injury was quite comical, as were the expressions on the others' faces.
"Otay, dat 'urt." He found a chair and sat down, leaning his head back. Athena rushed forward, seeing the blood on his fingers.
"Chris! I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"
"'O I wook awight? I'm bweeding! 'Ou boke my 'ose!" He wouldn't let her look at it.
"Stop being so damn childish and let me see!" She pulled his hands away forcefully. "I'll break your fingers if you don't drop those hands, Redfield." He dropped his hands to his lap as she prodded at his nose. "Patrick, it needs packed."
Patrick walked over and prodded the facial appendage, too. Chris was not enjoying himself. "'Oddammit! Dat fuckin' 'urts!" He wriggled, trying to get away from them. Athena grabbed his head between her hands and held him still.
"Stop, Chris, or you'll break your neck because I'm not letting go." He glared up at her through the tears in his eyes. He hated getting hit in the face. No matter how much it did or did not hurt, tears always came to his eyes.
Patrick cleaned the area and put a towel to Chris's nose. "When the bleeding quits, I'll pack it." He dug in his bag. "Here's some pain relievers and some anti-inflammatory meds." He handed the drugs over to Athena. She took them and pocketed them. Chris continued to glare but said nothing. He sounded like a fool when he did, anyhow.
Several minutes passed before Patrick was certain he could pack his nose. Chris gritted his teeth as the doctor did his work. Athena kept her hold on his head until Patrick was done. She then kissed his brow, right above the nose. "You'll be fine. Let's get those meds down, okay?" She pulled him to his feet and toward the bed. "Lie down while I get you something to drink. Warm water should do." He started to protest when she lifted a brow and gave him a look. He sighed with frustration but said nothing. He would do as told because he was not feeling up to arguing, especially with the others in the room.
Athena came back and handed him the cup and the meds. She watched as he took them, making sure he drank all the water. He soon felt tired. She smiled as he fought to stay alert but it was not working. He was asleep in moments. She smirked at Patrick and shook her head. She would have to ask what he had slipped into the meds, and thank the Goddess that Chris had not had a concussion.
"So, now what?" Terrell asked for the group.
"Now, we find somewhere to go." She began her pacing again.
"Where can we go that Umbrella won't be around?" Brian asked. "If they weren't looking for S.T.A.R.S and Wesker, they are now. They'll more than likely be on to us before too long, too, if Birkin has any say in the matter."
"I know," she said softly, defeated. "Your grandfather has an old farmstead in West Virginia, right?" She stopped and looked at him.
"Yeah. I can call, see if he has the room for at least a couple days. My brother may be there, too, but that shouldn't be a problem." Brian stood and left the room. She sat down beside Chris and looked at him. He was sleeping soundly. "We have to contact Gunn, if he made it out of Raccoon with Jill. Elizabeth, call Coen and let him know the plan. Tell him to meet us in Parkersburg. It's on the border of West Virginia and Ohio." She looked down at her hands. "I have to find Sherry. I have to know she is well. I gave her a necklace couple years ago that has a chip in it. We should be able to track her down if she is still wearing it. Uncle Will said she never takes it off. I hope he was right."
"What are we to do?" Terrell asked.
"Terry, I want you and Brian finding Gunn and tell him the coordinates to Brian's grandfather's place. Go tell Brian to inform his grandfather that a chopper may very well be landing at his farm. Isaiah, get to tracking down Sherry. I gave you the tracking information, remember?" Isaiah nodded and left with Terry. "Patrick, go get some rest. We leave first thing in the morning. Tell the others. I want to be left alone the rest of the night. Chris needs his rest and so do I. I'll let my father know what is going on later." Patrick nodded and left her with a smile. She had not changed as much as the others thought, though she was acting somewhat different.
Athena locked the door behind him and moved to the bed. She pulled the covers out from under Chris and slid inside beside him. She covered them both before resting her head on his shoulder, tucking herself under his arm. She thought about what had happened that night long before finally falling asleep. Her father would answer some questions later, when Rebecca was alright.