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A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this up, I was getting teeth pulled. But now everything is good!! Chapter 4 is sorta coming along slowly so send some positive energy my way!! :D

"Claire!"

Redfield's eyes flew open and she held her breath. She swallowed slowly, the spit sticking a bit in her throat.

"CLAIRE!!"

This time Claire was certain she'd heard her name. And Leon's voice was screaming it. She hurriedly gathered her equipment, panting in anticipation. Could he be here, right under her nose? The sheer thought of this only made Redfield's stomach turn sickly. She put on her toughest face and quietly exited the room. Outside there was only a long, forbidding hall... with a small light coming from a door at the very end of the walk way. Strange, she didn't recall seeing that before.

Redfield stealthily stole down the corridor and paused before the door. She drew her pistol, paused a moment, then tested the door knob. It was unlocked. Claire took another deep breath, gripping the Browning with sweaty fingers. She exhaled, murmured a prayer and jerked open the door.

"What the …." Claire frowned, staring.

Behind the door was another set of double doors. It was an elevator. Claire's heart leapt as she searched for a call button. A second later the doors opened to reveal an empty car.

"Rock and roll." Claire sighed and stepped inside, the doors smoothly shutting behind her.

The Woman stood rigid before a panel of monitors, her hands clasped behind her. Technicians bustled around trying not to be seen or heard. They didn't even cast a look in her direction, almost pretending that their superior wasn't in the room. Nonetheless, The Woman's presence was commanding and demanded to be acknowledged with a silent, unspoken respect. It was.

But there was one person in the room who had no regard for the statuesque lady or the power that she held. They approached her coldly, eyes trained on the back of her blonde head

"Enjoying the view?"

The Woman didn't turn around, but cocked her head as if amused. "Immensely. Not the company, though." She growled. "What do you want?"

Her companion moved to stand at her side. He was taller than she and handsome. They could have almost been brother and sister from their similar eye and hair color. Even their personalities matched, which led some to wonder if the two were in some way distantly related.

"Leon Kennedy." The man drawled at last. "Imagine that."

"He intrigues me. Night after night the only thing he calls out for is that Redfield girl. It's a pity."

The corner of The Man's mouth turned upward. "Oh, come now Harmony, do I sense some jealousy in that pretty little talk of yours?"

Harmony cut her eyes quickly to the person next to her. "Do not lecture me on jealousy, Albert Wesker, when you yourself are consumed by it."

"Explain?"

"Well, when you worked for S.T.A.R.S., it was Christopher Redfield. Handsome, well-respected Chris who had tons of friends, a gargantuan mass of respect from his peers and the admiration of a certain young lady who's name seems to come up during many of my interrogations." She paused, her tongue flicking out to wet her cherry lips. "And who could forget that whole Antarctic incident? You know the one; Chris Redfield returns home the hero, brings down an empire of evil, while you get a one way ticket to one of Umbrella's finest rehabilitation centers. Oh, and I got a brand new job here. All thanks to you and your jealousy. "

Albert Wesker's jaw set, his eyes narrowing. "What does this have to do with Kennedy?"

Harmony looked back at the screen. "Leon's the new Christopher Redfield, Wesker. Just look at him. He's handsome, young, an anti-Umbrella champion just on the cusp of completing his destiny. This young man has everything you've always wanted. Not to mention that lovely young lady he's been screaming for since the moment we threw him in the cell." She began to pace around the agitated man. "It's too bad there's no one for you to yell out for in the darkness. There was someone once, wasn't there? What's her name … ah, Valentine! Jill Valentine, the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team goody two shoes, explosions expert and close, personal friend of Christopher Redfield. It's too bad she's attracted to those tough, headstrong, fight-for-the-under-privileged men or you might have had a shot with her."

Suddenly, Wesker lashed out, punching his counterpart in the jaw. She took the hit, barely seeming to feel it before replying in kind. Wesker stumbled backwards, and was gathering himself for more confrontation when a shaking intern rushed forward.

"Ma'am, Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt," His eyes darted around, voice quivering. "But there's something you should see."

The intern directed them to a monitor at the edge of the panel.

"Who the hell is that?" Wesker asked, leaning forward.

A grin slowly crossed Harmony's face. "That," she said. "Mr. Wesker is the answer to our prayers."

On the screen, Claire Redfield was loading her weapon. Her face was almost impassive and her eyes didn't flinch from the doors in front of her. She looked ready to fight and determined. Harmony watched her with growing interest and perhaps a hint of fascination.

"So, so, so," she whispered to the screen. "You're my key. Can't wait to stick you in my Leon and give you a great, big twirl."

That's it! I'm working on Chapter 4 as I print this off. Wish me luck everyone and please keep reading!!