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A/N: So sorry about the delay. I've actually had this chapter done for a while but hadn't gotten to the actual typing up or posting. I'z apologize!

Harmony stood like a queen with a straight back and smug smile on her face. The control room was her court and the technicians her faithful servants. When she was younger, she'd dreamed of being royalty with hundreds of dolls, a closet filled with beautiful dresses and a handsome prince that always saved her from the monsters.

But there were no dolls or dresses for small Harmony. There was only school, studies, and Father. Discipline had reigned in her motherless home. At times she cursed the coldness of her upbringing. Yet, it had helped to shape the woman she was today; a cruel powerful ruler.

"Ma'am, it's ringing."

Harmony blinked. "Huh?"

Albert Wesker snorted. "Pay attention."

She glared at him then turned unfeeling eyes on the tech facing her. There was a moment's silence before the ringing telephone reached the loudspeaker. In anticipation Harmony began to pick at her nails. She caught herself and tightly clasped her hands together. For a second Harmony was nearly embarrassed. Not since she was three had she picked at her nails.

ring

ring

ring

click

Hi! You've reached The Dresdens'! Leave us a message!"

The tech ended the call. "We can run a voice comparison if you want—"

Wesker interrupted. "Jill. That's her." He paused, almost seeming to savor the moment. "Run a trace and verify the address. I want a squad at their door in two hours."

"Yes sir." The young man replied and went to his work.

"Wow, and here I thought you cared about nothing but your own pompous self. Huh!" Harmony gazed at Wesker, amused. "Man alive, are my cheeks red."

He stared at her. "Yes Harmony, I do care about one thing. I will see Christopher Redfield and all of his company burn."

"Even Jill?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Wesker's eyes suddenly appeared distant. "I have his sister, but that is not enough. I will make him watch while I drain the life from both of their bodies. He will suffer as I have suffered."

"So, you've memorized Valentine's voice just because you wish to see her die before the eyes of her boyfriend?" Harmony shook her head. "No, no, no, Al. It's true that Chris has taken everything from you. That's more true than you want to believe." As an after though, she added, "She's prettier than the personnel file photo, I'd wager."

Wesker's mouth drew into a tight line. "I'll beg you not to continue."

Harmony shrugged. "Your pleasure is my pain Mr. Wesker."

He was about to reply but was interrupted by a cry from one of the busy technicians. "We've got a problem."

Harmony and Wesker neared him. The tech was in front of the monitor panel. Normally, each screen depicted a different portion of the facility. Instead only one image was shown. The two examined it carefully, puzzled.

"What the fuck am I looking at?" Harmony demanded impatiently.

The tech swallowed slowly. "Mr. Kennedy's cell."

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Claire and Leon were doing better than either had anticipated. They'd broken out of Leon's cell with the help of one of Claire's well placed hairpins. They'd managed to avoid guards, mostly because there weren't any to speak of. Claire had deducted this was due to the fact that everyone was preparing for a raid on the household of "Dresden". Redfield prayed that Chris, Jill, and Sherry had already hit the road for the safe house.

Leon was keeping up well even with his injured ankle. The split that Claire had so lovingly fashioned had turned out to be more of a hindrance than help. It had made it impossible for Kennedy to walk so against Claire's wishes he abandoned the thing. Now, the pain was so intense that it hardly registered in his brain. All in all, it was a small blessing.

At the current moment the duo stood at an elevator, patiently waiting for the lift. Leon rested on Claire as she did her best to give him comfort. He looked a fright. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his breathing was labored. Claire worriedly pressed the back of her hand to Kennedy's flushed cheek.

He smiled thinly. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Claire's face remained stoic. She tenderly touched his face. Her eyes locked in with his and for a moment everything was forgotten. The misery, pain, and peril were banished. There was only him; only his beautiful blue eyes, strong jaw, and tousled hair. What she wouldn't have given for ten minutes of peace. Just ten minutes....

The elevator chimed.

"Come on." Redfield commanded as the doors opened.

Leon didn't budge. Claire gripped his arm tighter then tugged gently. "Leon, move it." She said irritably.

Kennedy remained in place. Claire gritted her teeth, but tensed as she read the blank expression on his face. Slowly she followed his eyes to the open elevator. Staring back at her was a mirror of her eyes; older and wiser, these eyes belonged to her brother.

A bloodied and beaten Christopher Redfield stared at Claire. Two Umbrella agents supported him on either side while Harmony and Wesker proudly displayed themselves in the background. Harmony was grinning like an idiot while Wesker's face remained impassive. Claire guessed that if he'd discard those damned sunglasses, his eyes would be as bright as his evil bitch partner's smile.

"Going somewhere?" Harmony questioned mockingly.

The agents moved forward with Chris, shoving him out of the lift. Claire and Leon backed up in shock. Harmony and Wesker were close behind.

"Shall we continue this elsewhere?" Harmony asked, moving forward toward Leon.

Claire stepped before Kennedy protectively. Her icy blue eyes burned into Harmony's nearly black pools as the two regarded each other.

"No, Claire, don't." Chris pleaded, wrestling free of his captors.

Wesker shot ahead and brutally punched Chris in the small of the back. The elder Redfield flew forward a few feet, crashed into the wall and slumped to the floor in an unconscious heap. Claire gasped as she watched her brother crumble, distracted from the punch that sent her half the way down the corridor.

"Claire!" Leon wobbled unsteadily.

Harmony seized Kennedy's arm and locked her eyes into his as she spoke. "Take the boys." She stopped to gloat. "The girl is mine."

She inclined her head to better inspect Leon's face. He was staring right at her with completely fear when she smashed her fist into his jaw. Kennedy dropped as if dead weight. Harmony smiled as she stared at him, and then flipped a glance at Wesker.

"He's even cute when he's sleepin'."

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Albert Wesker leaned casually against the dark cell wall, watching his captives slowly regain their senses. It was the closest thing to pleasure he'd felt in a while. And it was absolutely exhilarating.

Pure coincidence had allowed Wesker a run-in with his ex co-worker. He'd been on patrol for the missing prisoners when he'd stumbled upon Chris Redfield climbing through an open window. For the rest of his unnatural life, Wesker could live on the image of Redfield's face when the two spotted each other. Chris hadn't put up much of a fight, although Wesker had given him the chance. It had only taken a couple of blows to subdue the spry young man. Watching Redfield sink, defeated, below him was beautiful.

"Claire..." Chris mumbled groggily.

"Not here." Wesker stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back.

Chris' head lolled drunkenly, trying to focus. "If you hurt her, I'll kill you."

"I don't believe you're in the position to make threats, Redfield." Wesker snapped. "Besides, I'm not the one you should worry about harming your precious Claire."

By this time Leon was beginning to wake. He moaned, his eyes rolling in the sockets. With a gentle shake of his disheveled hair, Leon alerted. He glanced around him with panic in his Irish blue eyes. Wesker watched him curiously and with amusement. A slow, never before seen smile formed on Wesker's pale lips while Leon attempted to form words.

"She's with Harmony." Wesker had a trace of laughter in his voice. "I thought the three of us could talk man to man."

"Fuck you." Kennedy managed before coughing and spitting a wad of blood on the floor.

The laughter disappeared as quickly as it had presented itself. Wesker ignored Leon's glare and turned to Chris. Slowly he bent down to stare into the young man's bruised face. Minutes lapsed as Wesker stared, almost as if willing his hostage to look away. Redfield didn't blink.

"They knew we were coming, didn't they?"

Chris glared. "You'll never find them. NEVER."

Wesker straightened quickly, almost too quickly. "I'm guessing you, Valentine, brat kid, and the rest of you pestilent S.T.A.R.S. had this all planned out: false name, second phone line, listing in the telephone book. In case anyone found out where you were or broke down and spilled something, they'd call that false number. The instant that phone rang, you'd be half way to a hidden location."

Chris cracked a smile. "Not as dumb as you look Wesker." He grinned wider. "I don't care what you do to me, I can take it. But you won't ever lay a hand on Jill or Sherry. They're safe."

Wesker scowled and withdrew a bowie knife from a sheath on his hip. "No one is ever truly safe, Redfield. No one."

That's it! Hope you enjoyed. Please R&R. BTW, I'm thinking of making a soundtrack for my story. E-mail me if you wanna know some of the songs I'm putting on there!