Wesker surveyed his latest staging ground: a multi-tiered boiling room. Numerous catwalks and pipes decorated the vast room, creating the perfect atmosphere to be rid of Kennedy, Valentine, and Coen. He found the ex-Marine and the Special Forces agent annoying at best, but Valentine was the biggest thorn in his side.
She was supposed to die along with the rest of the Alphas and Bravos at the dreaded mansion in the forest, but she escaped with the help of the cowardly Brad Vickers and Redfield destroying the Tyrant with Wesker's personal rocket launcher. She was then supposed to be killed again by Umbrella's latest Tyrant variant, the Nemesis. Somehow she destroyed the vile thing using Umbrella's latest weapon, a high-powered laser cannon. Too bad it went up with the rest of Raccoon.
"Your luck ends here, Jill," Wesker mutters. "It may not be as satisfying as killing Redfield, but you're two friends should more than compensate for his absence." He takes out his lighter and a cigarette and lights up.
The former S.T.A.R.S. captain found Redfield's smoking habit to be disgusting, but since he's been injected with a pure infusion of the T-Virus by the Tyrant he released, he no longer had to fear from dying off from nicotine. Being an enhanced human with increased strength, durability, and a body that could never get sick tended to do that. Besides, shortly after gaining his superhuman abilities, the scars in his chest from the Tyrant impalement were gone in a matter of days.
Billy puffed absently on his "cancer stick", as Jill called it, staring at the computer monitor before him. The genetically enhanced rabbit was perched above the monitor, looking down at Billy with an inquisitive gleam in her eyes. Leon kept himself busy by going over some of the maps he printed out. Jill was sprawled out on the floor, sleeping.
"You find anything of interest yet?" Leon asks quietly.
Billy puts out his cigarette. "No, not yet, but I do have some bad news." He quickly turns his head towards Leon. "Don't wake Jill."
Leon slowly makes his way to Billy's computer. The ex-Marine hits a few keys and an image pops up. The screen depicts a stairwell, a bland hallway, and a good sized dent in the floor.
"It's gone," Leon whispers.
"But where is what I wanna know." Billy hits a few more keys, a grim expression coming across his face. "You'd think that that something that big could just get up and start walking around without us noticing."
"I know what you mean, and we haven't run into Wesker for a while," Leon points out. "Think he's still here?"
"Of course. A guy like that? He ain't leavin' until the job is done or he's dead." Billy turns the computer off and stands up. Rebecca hops onto his shoulder and holds tight. "Better wake Sleeping Beauty."
The two guys looked down at the sleeping Jill. Nervousness evident on their faces, since they knew there was no easy way of doing this. Jill had finally gotten a chance to sleep after coming to this godforsaken place and neither one of them wanted to on the receiving end of her Magnum or her grenade launcher.
"She's had, what, 15 minutes?" Billy says.
"Yeah, I'm sure she won't mind another 15," Leon adds. "How would Chris do this?"
"He'd let her sleep, that's what he would do."
"Good point." Leon picks up his handgun and shotgun and holsters them accordingly. "I'll be back in a bit."
"Where're you going?" Billy asks.
"We want out, right?" Leon says rhetorically. "I'm gonna check the nuclear power plant, see if I can't get the thing to overload and explode, and then we are outta here."
"Gotcha. I'll stay here, keep an eye on things. When Jill wakes up, we'll come for ya." Billy and Leon slam their fists together. Leon was almost on his way up the stairs when Billy called out: "Do you know how Rebecca's doing?"
"She's doing fine," Leon answers from the stairwell. "She takes care of my place when I'm away." Leon disappears into the darkness.
"Take care, hotshot," Billy sighs.
Nemesis stood in the bland hallway. The smell of a closer, more obtainable target piqued its interest. Having its skin burned and its fleshy layers under it being pelted with rapid-fire ammunition would deter even the most hardened killing machines. It tracked the scent of ex-Captain Wesker to this unassuming room. The scent of the vile beast that tried to absorb was here as well, but it was long since gone, its putrid smell going down the only exit to the hallway.
Nemesis examined the busted apart wall, wondering how the scrawny beast he managed to break could possibly slam through it, much less every wall in its path. Nemesis didn't ponder those questions for long, as it began to pound through the massive steel wall before it. Amazingly enough, the Nemesis' thick knuckles bleed and broke against the sheer surface.
The Umbrella killing machine growled in frustration and relentlessly pummeled the steel wall with every fiber of its being, not caring that its regenerative abilities were still trying to grow back its charred skin.
"Wesssskerrrrrrr!" Nemesis howled.
Within the confines of his new lair, Wesker watched the pathetic creature trying its best to barge its way in. The security monitor before him illuminated his pale features and unreadable face.
"If you the Tyrant, you would already be inside," Wesker said grimly. "Speaking of which, how is my perfect life form doing."
The ex-S.T.A.R.S. captain hit a few buttons on the security console at his recently acquired desk. The beast known simply as Tyrant came into view, looking slightly more different than before.
"Must have absorbed a Hunter," Wesker contemplated, taking note of the serrated fin on its back and the reptilian scales around its shoulders. The massive, hulking creature was transfixed on the shark tank barely onscreen. Last time he checked, Tyrant had moved out of the aquarium. Must be waiting for a chance to absorb the sharks in there.
"These things are really determined to put me six feet under. Shame they won't get the chance. Now, let's check in with the human factor."
Coen and Valentine came onscreen. The ex-thief was asleep on the floor, with a small white rabbit curled up next to her. Coen had a disassembled shotgun laid out before him. He was busily cleaning it out.
"Hmm, a Striker," Wesker states, identifying the model. "Must've found it after me and Kennedy had it out. Speaking of which."
He tapped a few buttons, bringing Kennedy into view. The government agent was in the nuclear reactor room, looking for something. It didn't take long for Wesker to put it together.
"So, Mr. Kennedy, you intend to nuke the place from within. Shame I can't let that happen, besides…I want my knife back."