"Bill…Bill…Bill…Bob…Mikey…Vinnie…Paul…Bill…Bill…Rick…This is pointless." Billy drops the X-rays in his hands on the floor. "Tell me again why we're doing this?"

Jill sighs in frustration and drops a folder full of papers on a battered desk. "We need to dig up some dirt on this place about it being used by Umbrella so the government can launch a full-scale investigation on it and shut 'em down for good."

"Oh, right." Billy digs through a file cabinet. "So where's Mr. Agent Man?"

"Not sure," Jill says. "I've only met him twice before this, so I really don't know what he's up to." She picks up the folder she was looking at and scans through the papers. "Hello, and what do we have here?"

"Found something juicy, did you?" Billy turns from the cabinet and stands behind Jill as she sits at the desk she situated herself at. Rebecca the rabbit hops onto the one area of the unoccupied by papers and sits quietly.

"It seems that Umbrella's stock was selling like hotcakes during the 'cannibalism' attacks in the Arklay Mountains in July and again in August when the outbreak spread to the city." Jill shuffles through a few papers. "According to this, all the stock was bought outright by a man calling himself…Mr. S."

"Mr. S, huh? Sounds like he's loaded." Billy turns towards the filing cabinet and shuffles through a few more papers. "Any chance we can use that?"

"Further down the line, Umbrella was bought out completely…just after Raccoon was incinerated." Jill sets the papers down and stands up, the rabbit eagerly jumping onto on her left shoulder.

"Meaning?" Billy asks.

"Meaning the reason Umbrella's stock plummeted was because it no longer existed," Jill explains. "That means…"

"Someone else is pulling the strings," Billy finishes. "The question is who?"

Saddler found the view from his castle quite enlightening. His drones did his bidding without hesitation and he could easily crush them if he so wanted. His intricately crafted staff glistens in the dim light of his private chamber, a soft wind blows past him, and he thinks to himself:

What does that fool want now?

The door to his chamber opens and the muscular bearded man enters. He stands a respective distance away from Saddler and bows.

"What do you want , Mendez?" Saddler asks, somewhat angrily.

"Forgive the intrusion, milord," Mendez replies. "But I thought that you would like to know that one of our…studious employees has suddenly gone missing."

"Sera," Saddler spits. "Find him…now!" Mendez gets up to leave, but suddenly feels compelled to stay. "Keep him alive. His life may still be of use to us…when the President sends someone to look for his precious daughter."

Mendez leaves, his thick, heavy boots marking his exit. Saddler cradles a small vial in his hand and smiles evilly.

"It's all falling into place."

Leon knocks over a small box containing several papers. Nothing much there but several invoices and acquisition forms at the consent of the U.S. Army. Finding a similar, but larger, box, Leon gruffly opens it and digs through it.

"Let's see what we got here," Leon mutters. "I have a file here? Let's see what Umbrella has on me." He skims through his information, the features on his face relaxing. "Wow, these guys are good, even got my shoe size. Who else is in here? Chris, Claire, Rebecca, Billy, Steve, whoever that is, Jill…"

He takes a quick look around the small office he found two doors from Jill's wardrobe closet, as she called it. Feeling slightly guilty, he takes a look through her file. He felt a slight attraction to Jill but he didn't know why he never acted on it.

'Course you know why you don't ask her out. Chris will put that prized shotgun of his against your head and pull the trigger if you make a move on "his woman"…or his sister.

"Where'd that come from?" Leon asks himself. "Hmm, let's see. Arrest record, weapon of choice, known family, and what do we have here?" Leon pulls out a long sheet of paper that depicts Jill in her infamous tube top and miniskirt brandishing a rocket launcher on her shoulders. "Whoa…"

He puts the picture away and digs through the box some more. Finding nothing but files and dossiers of anyone involved with Umbrella's nightmares. He closes the box and looks around. A loud banging noise immediately gets his attention.

"What now?" Leon mutters. He picks up his rocket launcher resting against a wall and slings it across his shoulder, and snags his flamethrower off the floor. He ties to his belt and draws his shotgun. "Let's see what the pizza guy wants."

With a firm kick, he exits the tiny office and walks down the hall to the single door at the end. He comes to a door on his left and gives it a few solid knocks. The knocks are returned and Leon continues down the hall. He takes aim with the shotgun, waiting for the heavy door to burst open. A loud roar comes from the other side and the steel door explodes off its hinges and smashes to the floor.

"Staaaaaarrrrrrrsssssss!" Nemesis roared.

Leon aims at the creature's head and fires. Nemesis shrugs the attack off and rushes forward. Leon sheathes the shotgun and readies the flamethrower. He unscrews the gas tank and hurls it at the charging Tyrant. Nemesis grabs the tank and stares at dumbfound. Leon draws his handgun, takes aim, and fires. The tank erupts in flames, followed by the putrid smell of charred flesh. The smoke clears as the door right behind Leon opens, and Jill and Billy flood the hall.

"Hi, guys," Leon says, readying his shotgun. He gives it a quick pump.

"Nice day for a barbecue, huh?" Billy states, taking aim with his rifle.

Jill draws her Magnum and directs it at the Nemesis' charbroiled head. "You certainly know how to go big, Mr. Kennedy."

Nemesis roars loud enough to cause the hallway to shudder. A barrage of rifle ammo, shotgun shells, and Magnum rounds impact the Umbrella abomination around its remaining eye. It grunts in pain and falls back through the door it came in. The sound of twisted metal and heavy thuds comes through the stairwell below, followed by a sickening crunch.

Billy turns to Leon. "I think we've overstayed our welcome here. What do you think?"

"I believe so, Hank," Leon replies. "Let's blow it up and get outta here."

Tyrant's eyes open, having most of its skin grown back. The massive beast stands and its body immediately regenerates its burned skin. With a crack of its neck, Tyrant looks around. Its target has fled and had nothing better to slay with its enhanced claws. Tyrant growls and heads down the corridor. It leads to another junction, and Tyrant takes it. The connecting hallway floods into an aquarium of sorts. The room is surrounded by a wrap-around glass dome. Empty canisters float in the clear blue water, along with abnormal-sized fish. Tyrant gazes at the infected aquatic denizens of the deep, finding the massive sharks interesting.

Tyrant continues on its way, not wanting to do waste its valuable time with creatures that can't breath outside their cages. Its pace slows and comes to a stop. Tyrant hears something approaching. A guttural growl reverberates through the aquarium, and the toad-like Hunter charges at the Tyrant's back. With a grunt, Tyrant's steel spikes extend through its back and impale the green creature. The Hunter groans in pain but its cries go unheard as it slides into Tyrant's back. Tyrant's body opens up and swallows the Hunter whole.

Tyrant roars in pain, feeling its body mutate even further. A serrated blade-like fin pokes through its back, the claws on its "human" hand extend, and the ridge across its forearm sharpens and extends. Tyrant growls in amusement and heads back the other way, for its pathway was blocked by a massive steel wall, and it didn't feel like ripping through Umbrella-grade titanium at the moment.