Wesker had a reputation for being the "un-fun captain," even before taking command of the Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S. Truth was, he had an understanding of the word fun and crawling through a series of vent ducts and pipes was not fun in the least. He was forced to climb through the pipes since the Nemesis wouldn't leave and he lost track of the Tyrant. He didn't know where Umbrella's most recognizable creation went, but he didn't really care at the moment.

He heard shotgun blasts reverberate through the ducts, followed by a voice he could barely make out. Wesker's muscles pumped hard as he scavenged through the shafts, finding the source of the sound. He hated getting around like this, but since it meant that the three problems to his mission couldn't find him, all the better. Thin rays of light streamed through a grate up ahead. Wesker crawled to it and saw Kennedy, now using his handgun. He appeared to be complaining about something.

"…Had to take a cruise on the USS Gaiden, and blow it up, and survive freezing cold waters."

Wesker heard of the cruise ship Gaiden, an Umbrella experiment out at sea. News reports say the engine room exploded and it sank almost immediately. There were no survivors, to the contrary.

Looks like the government dog has a destructive streak, after all, Wesker thought. He gently raised the grate up and silently jumped to the ground, just in time to see Kennedy drop kick an Umbrella soldier's head off.

"Okay…Sarge, let's see what you got." Leon digs through the soldier's ammo belt, finding a few clips for his handgun, and a handful of shotgun shells. "Could be worse. Coulda picked up ammo to a gun I don't have."

"Yeah, that's always a bitch, ain't it?" Wesker comments, his voice echoing through the hall.

Leon turns around, weapon raised, and stares into the ex-S.T.A.R.S. captain's dark shades and malicious grin.

"Can I help you, 'Captain'?" Leon asks, his gun aimed at Wesker's head.

"I want my knife back," Wesker spits through the gritted teeth of his grin.

"Too bad." Leon fires the gun.

Wesker's grin turns into a face-splitting smile as he dodges the shot, simply by slanting his head to the left. Another shot rings out, aimed at Wesker's chest. The former Umbrella double-agent twists his body just enough for the bullet to lightly brush past him. Leon became slightly unnerved at this point. He fired rapidly at Wesker, now that he decided to charge at him. Wesker continued to evade the shots, halving the distance between them. Leon fires the last shot in his clip, and to his surprise, Wesker catches the bullet with his index and middle fingers. He drops it at Leon's feet, his face returning to its natural, neutral position.

"My turn." Wesker smashes his fist into Leon's gut, causing the younger man to double over in pain. Leon gasps and groans, feeling the wind knocked completely out of him. "What's the matter, Leonard? Can't take it?"

Leon attempts to take a swing with his emptied gun, to only have his arm snagged by Wesker's hand. The shades wearer tightens his grip, causing Leon to releases his gun. Wesker grabs the weapon and carefully examines it.

"A government issue 9mm, thirteen rounds per clip, almost S.T.A.R.S.-issue in a way, but you don't use hollow point bullets, do you, Officer?"

Wesker drops the gun and kicks Leon in his upper thigh, causing him to yell in pain. Wesker smirks and releases his grip. Leon falls back, his hands spring off the cold floor, and he lands on his feet. The ex-cop cracks his knuckles and charges. Wesker readies himself, taking up a boxing stance. He dodges the agent's roundhouse kick to the head and counters with a shoulder ram to the chest.

Leon stumbles back and throws off the jacket. Wesker cracks his neck in anticipation. They charge at each other, legs sweeping and fists swinging. To his surprise, Leon was able to dodge Wesker's attacks, but couldn't actually strike back. Wesker found it annoying that with his abilities he couldn't hit the government agent, but the gratification came when Kennedy couldn't hit him either. He then saw an opening and took it. Leon fired his fist straight forward and the ex-S.T.A.R.S. captain grabbed his wrist, and threw him towards the door to the power generator. Leon landed with a groan and struggled to get up.

"Running out of steam, rookie?" Wesker taunts. "Too bad, 'cause I can kick your ass all night."

Leon grunts and springs to his feet, and grabs his shotgun off the floor. Wesker watches with some amusement.

Gotta hand it him, though. He's pretty resourceful. He pushed the thoughts away as Leon came charging at him with his shotgun. The ex-cop swung the weapon, to only have its stock busted against his opponent's forearm. Wood splinters fall to the floor like snowflakes. Wesker aggressively takes the gun from Leon and bends the barrel.

"You need to take better care of your stuff," the older man states dryly. He then drops the gun and crushes it with his boot. Leon steps back. "What's next, rookie? You gonna bash my head in with a steel pipe?"

"Sorry to disappoint, Wesker, but Chris has cornered the market on that." Leon unsheathes Wesker's knife. "You want it? Come and take it."

Wesker grins and closes the distance between them. Leon twirls the knife and takes a few swipes with it. Wesker manages to evade the strikes, and counters with a kick to the agent's ribs. Leon stumbles back, but regains his composure before Wesker fist collides with the side of his head. He ducks out of the way and sweeps legs at Wesker, who simply jumps over the sweeping kick and handsprings away.

Leon gets back on his feet and throws the knife. Wesker snags the blade as he charges forward. Leon barely gets his face out of the way of the ramming knife, the most it does is sheer some of his hair off, resulting in an uneven groove.

Ah, man, and I just got it evened out, Leon thought.

Wesker twirls the knife around like a gunslinger and takes another swing. Leon ducks under the swipe and slams his fist into the ex-captain's gut. Wesker groans slightly and back away. His dizziness passes quickly, but not fast enough to counter the roundhouse kick to his face. Wesker's aviator-style glasses fly into the wall as they shatter. Wesker stares at Leon with a burning hatred, his eyes turning slight red, and the muscles in his arms tighten.

"Raaaah!" the former captain roars. He drops the knife and pounces on Leon, fingers on his neck. "Those were brand new!"

"So…I'll buy a new pair," Leon says between gasps. He slams his feet into Wesker's chest, causing his grip to lessen. He then follows up with a head-butt. Wesker backs away slightly, his vision cloudy and holding his nose.

"You're good, cop. I doubt even Redfield would last this long, but this is where it ends!" Wesker runs forward, yelling.

Leon readies himself, when suddenly, a loud boom spreads through the hallway. Wesker falls to the floor, gripping his leg. A pair of legs in cut-off jeans stands over him, a smoking Magnum aimed at his head.

"Don't move, sir," the Magnum-wielder says in a sultry, husky voice. "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

Wesker stares into the cool blue eyes of Jill Valentine, and suppresses a growl. Leon manages to pick up his gun and slams a new clip into it. He aims it at Wesker's head.

"Looks like you've lost this time, Al," Leon taunts.

"I never lose, cop." Wesker pulls the pin out of one of his grenades.

A noxious gas fills the hallway. Sounds of coughing ensue, followed by a bright flash of light. The smoke clears after a few seconds, Jill and Leon still coughing. The government agent picks up his coat and sheathes his knife and gun. Jill holsters the Magnum and picks up the pieces to Leon's shotgun.

"Chris did hit the guy with a steel rod," Jill states matter-of-factly.

"I just hope we don't run into Mr. Terminator for a while," Leon says. "Where's Billy?"

"Fourth floor, doing cleanup."

"Gotcha."

The ex-cop and ex-S.T.A.R.S. member head down the connecting hallway to the stairwell that connects the main floors of the facility. They give one final check before heading down the stairs.