Leon stared blankly at the computer screen before him. He went through various files about Umbrella's take over of the facility and various additions to the floors to make it more like their destroyed mansion and other headquarters. As Leon printed out a copy of the facility, the door into the small room opened. On first instinct, he grabbed the shotgun and turned around to face a shocked Jill Valentine.

"Nice to see you too," Jill says, wide-eyed and her hands up.

"Sorry," Leon replies, placing the shotgun down. "What's up?"

"I thought you'd want your jacket back." She unties the item in question from her waist and hands it to Leon.

"Thanks."

"Whatcha lookin' at?"

"Just a bunch of stuff about this place since Umbrella took over." Leon hits a couple keys. "Seems they were experimenting with stuff other than mutant zombies and abominations against nature."

"Sounds cool," says another voice. Jill and Leon turn to see Billy puffing on a cigarette.

"Those thing'll kill you, y'know," Jill reprimands.

"Maybe, but I've been smoke free for two months and this is my reward." He looks at Leon. "I see you've found Danny's password."

"Wasn't hard," Leon replies, pointing to Jill's security camera photo.

"Why does this guy have a picture of me on his wall?" Jill asks Billy.

"In my spare time I like to check out the Umbrella security tapes we have on deck," Billy answers, stamping out his smoke, "and one of 'em involved you gearing up for your ill-fated mission. Next thing I know, I'm printin' out all these pictures of you and handing them out to every guy in this facility."

"Let me guess, they were all nerds," Leon says.

"Yep, some geeks too. They have a Dungeons&Dragons game every Thursday night."

A white fluffy head pokes its way out of Billy's bag. Jill's eyes widen and looks at the furry visitor.

"Aw, aren't you the cutest thing?" she coos. "Yes, you are. Yes, you are."

Billy and Leon share a look of complete puzzlement. Jill pulls the white rabbit out of the bag and cradles it in her arms. She pets it and talks to it in nonsense syllables.

"You had a pet rabbit when you were younger, didn't you?" Leon asks, already knowing the answer.

Jill suddenly becomes serious. "Uh…yeah, I did." She turns to Billy. "What's her name?"

"Rebecca," Billy replies. "Just found her and an old friend of yours, but he won't be getting up anytime soon."

"I see." Jill turns her attention back to the rabbit, rubbing it under its chin. "What's this?" She found a small tag on Rebecca's neck. "Looks like a bunch of numbers."

"Let's see if they have any significance," Leon says, turning to the computer screen. Jill sets the bunny next to the keyboard and obediently sits still. Leon looks at the tag and mutters the numbers off as he types them in. A screen popped up. "And what do we have here?"

The screen displayed a three-dimensional view of a rabbit, along with its organs and skeletal structure. Leon scrolls through it, not finding anything of interest, until a big block of blue text illuminated his face.

"This looks interesting. 'Our latest experiment in using the T-Virus has led us to try something different. Taking some incentive from Captain Albert Wesker, formerly of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, we found a test subject willing to have us inject him with a direct infusion of the T-Virus. We didn't get his name but he left shortly after the injection and we can only guess what side effects he may be suffering. Next came inspiration of a different sort. If a direct injection of the virus could yield radically different results, could the same be said if a subject were injected with a combination of the T and G-Viruses.' Umbrella trying something different. Unbelievable."

"Well, they did try doing noble endeavors for all mankind, remember?" Jill states. "What else does it say?"

"'Upon injecting the mixture into various text subjects, only one breed of animal delivered exceptional results: the average rabbit.'" Leon pats the bunny on its head. "'The injected rabbits were found to have increased intelligence, complete resistance to the various viruses we developed, and could understand human speech in five different languages. Should the higher-ups gain this knowledge, there's no telling how far they'd pervert what we accomplished. I only hope at least one manages to escape this place.'"

"That's it?" Billy asks.

"That's it," Leon replies. He turns to face the others. "I suggest we scope this place out before we blow it up. Might find something here to really incriminate Umbrella, because I doubt a simple Microsoft Word document will get us very far."

"Got that right," Billy says. "I think we should check out the rest of this floor then double back to the reactor and set it on overload."

"Gotta blow something up, right?" Jill adds.

Rebecca hops from the desk to the cot and scratches at the section of wall below the Jill picture. Billy smacks the butt of his rifle against the wall that caught the rabbit's interest. After the fifth smack, a section of wall gave way. Rebecca squeezes through the small hole and pulls something out with her teeth.

"What is it?" Leon asks.

"It's a metal box of sorts," Billy answers. He takes the box from the rabbit and points it at Jill. "Hmm, locked."

"We'll have to do something about that," Jill replies, smiling deviously. She pulls out her lock picks and digs into the box's lock. "Gotcha!"

The lid opens with a creak, causing the group to look in awe. Rebecca crawls onto Billy's shoulder to share in the gawking.

"It's…beautiful," Leon states simply.

"Wow…" Jill whispers.

"Truer words were never spoken," Billy says. "Small problem, where's the weapon that fires it?"

Leon takes the item in wonder, a high-grade shell for a rocket launcher, and sticks it in Billy's bag. "And that is precisely why we're checking this floor out."

Wesker sat at a computer terminal in the facility's monitoring room. With a few simple key presses, he managed to deactivate the auto-guns and open up the doors in the tunnels. He wasn't in the mood to make it easy for the three intruders. He had a score to settle with Valentine, he intended for Coen to live up to Chambers' lie, but Kennedy had been a bonus. From what Wesker knew of the rookie cop, he had managed to get Redfield's sister and Birkin's brat out of Raccoon before it blew up, and he struck a nerve with him.

For a guy without my kind of power, he certainly kept me on my toes, Wesker thought. Might give Krauser a run for his money.

He gave a once-over on the latest video feeds. He saw Coen take down the Tyrant with nothing more than a knife and rifle. Wesker knew he just got lucky and the "perfect life-form" wouldn't stay down for long. The next feed he saw made his blood turn to ice: the Nemesis was stomping through a few levels of the facility, following Wesker's trail.

"The bastards actually put me on that thing's hit list?" Wesker thought aloud. "There's got to be some way to get it to follow Valentine, but how?"

Before the answer came to him, the Nemesis was grabbed by something through the floor and dragged below. The former S.T.A.R.S. captain rewound the tape and slowed it down, causing a grin to etch its way across his pale face.

"Tyrant," he spoke softly.