Meanwhile, the rest of the main group was holed up in Becca's lab. Jill sat rigidly in her seat while Chris was poised next to her. His face was blank as their medic spoke as clearly as she could. When the explanation had finished Chris' stone like exterior broke.

"Are you positive, Bec? We don't have much room for error here."

Becca sighed heavily. "To the best of my knowledge, Leon's blood is an exact match of Wesker's. He has the same proteins, white count… everything. Even their DNA matches up to one another, as if they were related or shared the same blood line. Of course, that brings me to the point that his regenerative capabilities are on the level of Wesker."

Chris blinked. "Will he turn evil, then?" he asked succinctly.

"No-I don't know." Chambers said slowly, flopping down next to Carlos on her make shift bed. "My tests were solely based on a molecular level. An individual's temperaments can't be figured into genetics. I mean, it can but there's no conclusive proof."

"What do we do?" Jill voiced softly. "Should we restrain or quarantine him?"

"Becca, aren't you working on some sort of mutated anti-virus?" Chris questioned.

"Yeah!" Carlos chimed in. "We could use that!"

Redfield sprang to life. "Where's it at?"

Becca's over exhausted mind finally snapped. "Enough!" she clapped her hands over her ears. "First of all, I don't even know if Leon is a danger. Secondly, Chris, that anti-virus is just a prototype. It'd kill him if we gave him as much as a drop."

"We've got to do something, Bec." Chris snapped harshly. "We'll keep Leon in a room on watch while you start working on the sample."

Chambers took her hands from her ears, turning spiteful eyes on Chris. "I have not slept in a day and a half. Right now I can hardly think straight because I'm so fuckin' tired! So why don't you all go butt heads with each other, instead of me. I'm taking a goddamned nap."

Shocked, Chris and Jill began to stand. They said nothing, dumbfounded by Rebecca's outburst. The young medic had hardly raised her voice during the entire time they'd known each other. Not once had she screamed at anyone, let alone her most trusted friends. As soon as they were clear of the laboratory, Jill turned to Chris. She opened her mouth to speak when his gaze shot over her head.

"Claire! What in God's name are you doing!"

Jill spun around, alarmed to see Claire Redfield walking slowly down the hallway, pulling an IV pump behind her. The young woman was flanked by Sherry and Leon, who were keeping a close eye on their ward. Kennedy spotted the elder Redfield and threw him a wave as they approached.

Chris' mouth set in a line. "What are you doing out of bed?"

Claire smiled. "Getting recovered. Although I wish I healed as fast as Leon here."

Kennedy wrapped his arm around Claire. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Just wait and I'll show you how fast I heal."

Chris watched his sister giggle and gaze up at her fiancée. She loved him so much. To lose him, or have him taken away bythe one personshe trusted above all otherswould be unforgivable. But Chris needed to protect his sister. No matter what, or who, he needed to shield her from.

"Chris?" It was Leon, who was now standing directly in front of him. "Can I talk to you a second?"

Redfield nodded, still partially lost in his own thoughts. "Yeah, yeah, sure."