I do not own Capcom or any of the characters that they have created, nor do I own the characters and storylines in S.D. Perry's Resident evil novels. This story, however, is mine.

This is your friendly neighborhood EvilOverlord with the third chapter of EndGame. Sorry that there's such a big pause between chapters, but college is a big pain in the arse. Now, to answer a question posed by Zombie Killer, I'm taking the events solely from Caliban Cove. I'm pretending that what happened in Underworld hasn't occurred. After John, David, and Rebecca escaped from the Cove, they went into hiding instead of meeting up with Leon, Claire, and Sherry. So Reston is still alive, and the rest of the events that have happened in the games have gone on as planned. Now that I'm done with that, let's see how our people from Resident Evil Survivor are doing...

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter 3- Unearthing Connections

"I can't sleep. Lott, can you get me a drink of water?" Lott Klein sighed, and then rolled out of bed. His younger sister Lily had been through a lot over the last couple of years, and it was understandable that she still wasn't settled. After all, they'd spent a good portion of their lives on Sheena, and after the death of their parents and just about everyone else they knew on the Umbrella-owned island, he didn't blame her. He still hadn't gotten used to living with Ark yet, either. Ark Thompson was just about the nicest guy that Lott had ever met, and unlike their parents, Ark had spent all the time he could with them. But unlike Lily, Lott was old enough to understand what was going on, and he wasn't sure if he liked the idea of being on the run from the pharmaceutical company. It beats the hell out of living alone though, doesn't it? Running from the undead and trying to take care of Lily...Lott shook the thoughts and glanced in the living room as he passed it. It was midnight, but he wasn't surprised to see Ark on the computer.

"What are you looking for, Ark?" Lott asked curiously, walking up to his guardian and peering over his shoulder. The small red-and-white symbol in the top corner of the screen was answer enough; Ark was hacking Umbrella files again.

"I've found a list, and it was buried deep." Ark said, grinning nervously. His short, shaggy brown hair was plastered to his head, and his eyes darted around the room.

"What's on it?" Lott asked.

"Well, let me put it this way, we're very popular at the moment." Ark replied. He turned the laptop toward Lott and let the teen scan the names and information.

"Burton, McGivern, Redfield, Trapp, Wesker, Wong...all these people are biohazard survivors like us?" Lott asked.

"Yep. The twenty-one of us are on Umbrella's most wanted list." Ark smiled again, but the humor seemed to be forced. "I'm gonna put in a call to Leon, see if we can network our little group, and let them know that Umbrella knows the states, if not the cities. They know we're in Minnesota right now, but I don't think they know exactly where yet." Ark turned in his chair and put a hand on Lott's shoulder, staring at the seventeen-year-old intently. "Look Lott, I know you and your sister are tired of moving around, but we've got to be going again pretty soon. Why don't you go on back to bed, and we can talk more about this in the morning." After seeing Lott off to bed, Ark retuned to the living room, reached for the phone sitting next to the computer, and dialed up the number for Leon's apartment in California.

"Hello?" A gruff male voice, too deep to be Leon's, filtered through the other end. "Who the hell is this? What do you want?"

"Leon?" Ark ventured, hoping his initial impression was wrong.

"How do you know Leon? Where is he? What did you do with him?" again, the angry voice fired questions at him. It sounded like Leon's roommate; Ark had spoken to him briefly during an earlier conversation. What was his name? Benny? Bradley? Barry? That was it. Barry. Barry Burton. The same one on the list, as a matter of fact.

"Uh, Barry? This is Ark Thompson. You know, Leon's friend?" Ark said nervously. At this, Barry's demeanor changed immediately.

"Thank God, I thought you were Umbrella. Do you know where Leon is?" Barry said with relief.

"Um, I thought he was supposed to be with you. Isn't he there?" Ark asked. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Barry's voice came through, thick with anger and fear.

"Umbrella. They took him." Ark sighed, and then turned the computer back towards him. "I'd like to say I'm surprised, but I'm not." He clicked the screen up and began to explain the file to Barry.

"I found a list of people in a hacked Umbrella file. Tell me if any of these names sound familiar." Ark read the twenty-one names off the list.

"Chris, Jill, David and Rebecca were all S.T.A.R.S. members." Barry began. "Leon and Lucia got off the Starlight with me. Bruce is part of the same organization that Leon and I are, Claire is Chris's sister, Wesker was our captain in Raccoon but he's dead now, and Carlos is a former mercenary who's with Jill in Europe. The others don't sound familiar, except you."

"The names I read are all on a list in Umbrella's files titled, 'Termination Parameters.' I'm afraid that this is some kind of hit list, and we are all about to be taken care of. I don't know about you, but I don't want to be on the receiving end of whatever they're planning." Ark said. A heavy sigh filtered through the phone, and then Barry spoke up. The resignation was plain in his voice.

"I don't know what we're going to do. Those assholes already have Leon and Lucia. I have no way of getting in touch with the others." In spite of himself, Ark grinned.

"Then in that case, I've got good news for you. This list also has extensive information about our whereabouts. If Umbrella can find us, then maybe we can find each other. I'm sure that with a little ingenuity, we can get in touch with the others." Ark grinned again as he printed out the information and began to read to Barry everything that Umbrella knew...

Jill Valentine sighed, then shook her head sharply to get some of the brunette locks out of her eyes. She would have to get it cut eventually, if she ever got around to it. At least I can once I've found Chris and got all this shit sorted out. Umbrella will be dead and we can finally get back to living normal lives. Well, living anyway. Jill shut down her train of thought as Carlos sighed and plopped down in the chair opposite her. They were on the small, fenced off patio of a French bistro, and it was rather windy for a morning mid-way through March.

"Well, that pretty much exhausted any and all leads we had on this friend of yours, Jill." Carlos looked at her pointedly for a minute, and then smiled. "You sure he's not trying to avoid you on purpose?"

"Ha ha ha. You're a regular Jerry Seinfeld, Oliveira." Jill deadpanned as she threw a balled-up napkin at his head. He brushed off the paper projectile and fixed her with a serious stare before continuing, his South American accent slowing his words to a drawl.

"Maybe we should just give up. I know we've had this talk before Jill, but I can't help but wonder what this is gonna lead us to. Or more appropriately, who this is gonna lead to us. We could be killed any day by Umbrella for what we know, and asking questions around Europe, the home continent of Umbrella's HQ, for a biohazard survivor is not helping matters. Raccoon City is still in the newspapers of every single country, and we're certain to get spotted. Is your old partner worth our lives?" Jill's eyes flashed, and before he knew what was going on, she had stood up, knocking her chair over backwards.

"I'm not giving up on him! He's the best friend I could ever ask for, and I'm not a cold hearted bastard like you! S.T.A.R.S. don't leave their own kind, and I'm damned if I'm leaving this miserable place until I find Chris Redfield!!" She stepped back quickly and prepared to storm off towards the hotel they shared, before a soft voice froze her in mid-step.

"Speak of the devil..." She whirled around to find herself staring at the smiling, slightly ragged face of her ex-partner. A shorter, springy girl with quick gray eyes stepped out from behind him, finishing his sentence with a grin.

"...and he shall appear." She jumped forward and flung her arms around Jill, who was still completely awe-struck by the two figures before her. "Hi Jill!! God, it's so good to see you. We were heading back to our apartment to check our messages, and we just happened to hear your, um...speech." Claire grinned again, then squeezed Jill tighter. The older woman, still completely flustered, was staring at Chris' face and trying to form a coherent thought.

"I...you were...how?" she stuttered out, before Claire released her from the hug and Jill fell into Chris's arms. "God, I thought I had lost you. Don't ever do this to me again, okay?" She whispered, looking up into his stormy blue eyes. The sudden rush of emotion took Chris aback; Jill was usually much more composed than this.

"Why don't we go back to our apartment and talk? We can go over everything that's happened." Chris said with his patented Redfield smirk in place. Jill nodded and started to pull away, but Chris pulled her in close again and whispered into her ear, "I'll never leave you again, Jill. I promise."

Well, everything seems to be going well so far...Rebecca Chambers noted to herself as she fiddled with the dog tags hanging around her neck. She was standing in the guardhouse of a small Umbrella lab in Vermont, just north of the capital, Montpelier. Her and John and David had managed to infiltrate the storage basement and the two Exeter S.T.A.R.S. were currently searching through it, looking for any hard evidence to convict Umbrella with. She had been put in charge of keeping an eye on the four guards that were patrolling the grounds. With a little elbow grease, John had managed to round up and hog-tie all four of them, and sat them in the bunkroom of the lab on the second basement level. That was where she was now, listening with half an ear at the obscenities that the angry watchmen hurled at her. Every now and then, she would cock the trigger on the M-16 that she held, and the guards would get quiet, but only for a few minutes. God, guys hurry up. It's starting to get a little warm in here. Rebecca knew that David and John needed their time to sort through files and such, but she still didn't like being stuck with a bunch of pissed Umbrella soldiers two levels below ground. She was still marveling over how surprisingly easy the operation was going when the alarms went off. With the screaming signal churning through her mind, Rebecca hopped off of the desk she was sitting on and jogged over to the monitoring system, her chest tightening with stress. After breaking into the compound, David had reset the intruder alarm and something had just tripped it again. Rebecca hoped that it wasn't anything serious, but the large screen at the top of the console had different news. Under cover of dark, about twenty men with rifles and vests decorated with the familiar red-and-white Umbrella logo were doing standard sweeping procedures at the gate before entering silently, single file. Shitshitshitshit...Rebecca fumbled the radio at her belt before feeling a cold cylinder press against the back of her head. She silently nodded a prayer that her friends would be safe as she brought her hands up.

"Don't speak, and you might live through this. Drop the gun and turn around slowly, hands up." The gunman snarled. The medic dropped the M-16 to the floor and swallowed before slowly pivoting, arms extended so he could see she was unarmed. Rebecca cursed herself for leaving the assault rifle on the desk as the soldier patted her down and took the Beretta out of her holster. "You pesky S.T.A.R.S. have been annoying us long enough, and it's about time that we took care of you." Rebecca winced at his tone, and swallowed again as she somehow managed to find her own voice. The soldier was a good couple of feet taller than her, and his messy black hair just barely touched his eyes. His nametag read 'Palmer.'

"What are you going to do?" she choked out, barely able to keep the fear out of her words. She glanced down and noticed the light at the top of her radio was on. Before the gunman had gotten the drop on her, she had managed to hit the call switch, and she only hoped that David and John were listening, wherever they were.

"The boss wants all of you survivors at headquarters so he can get the info that he wants. After that, I don't imagine that you'll be joining him for tea and cookies." Palmer laughed harshly and Rebecca felt a sudden rush of hatred for him, mixed with the tension she felt for her friends. He stood behind her and prodded her in the back and then motioned towards the chair behind the desk. After she had sat down with her arms folded he walked to the guards and untied them, ordering them to resume their posts before striding back and sitting on the edge of the desk that Rebecca had occupied only a few minutes before. She sighed, staring at the Umbrella soldier with anger burning in her eyes. The soldier noticed and grinned wider, taunting her. "Hey, what's the matter? Baby girl doesn't like being held at gunpoint?" The soldier stood up and shouldered the AK-47 he was holding and crossed his arms as well. "Maybe you should have finished high school before you started stirring up trouble." He teased. Before Rebecca could think of a suitable response, a high whine of static crackled through her radio. The soldier's eyes widened as realization flooded his face. He reached back to unsling the rifle, but Rebecca sprang towards him, fists clenched. She knocked the gun from his hand and sent him to the floor, landing on top of him in a messy heap. She crawled off of him and got back to her feet, prepared to continue the assault, but Palmer was too fast. He charged forward and cracked her across the face with a backhanded slap, sending Rebecca backwards. Her head smacked the wall with a dull thump and she slumped to the floor, unconscious.

"Rebecca?" David's concerned voice, over the radio. "Rebecca, are you alright?" Palmer checked Rebecca's pulse and then unclipped the radio from her belt.

"Too late, Trapp." he laughed. "Her first, and now you."