Authors note: Before I continue on with this chapter I want to apologize to the reviewers. Sorry for taking such a long time. I know, "Shame on me" for letting everyone down. Its just that...a few months ago I had to move to a new place. I had to go to a new school, in a new town, and make new friends. It really was hard for me since I had to leave my friends behind. Usually, writing my stories makes me feel better, but lately I haven't been able to clear my mind. I know nobody wants to hear my sob story, but I hope you understand. So, here it is. Hope its okay.

I do not own resident evil or its characters.

Claire coughed as the car spat up toxic fumes. She turned to Chris and was gald to see that he was okay. He coughed and turned to his sister. Now she saw that his face was twisted in anger.

"Claire, have you completely lost your mind!" he shouted. Claire opened her mouth to speak but Chris spoke first.

"I can't believe you!"

Claire brought her eyes to the drivers seat where Kyle sat. He was rubbing his forehead with one hand and pulling his seatbelt off with the other. He then grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open, stumbling out as if he were drunk. Barry, who was on the passengers side, turned to the young man. Blood trickled down Barry's forehead, but he still seemed to be okay. Both Rebecca and Erika sat up in their seats. Rebecca's neck ached from the sudden impact.

Claire gazed at Kyle. She knew he wasn't a S.T.A.R.S member. He was a fake. She had such a bad feeling about him ever since Barry introduced him to the team. Claire turned to her brother and tugged on his arm to get his attention.

"Chris, Kyle isn't who you think he is," she began. "He works for umbrella. Didn't you see the tattoo on his arm?"

"Alright Already!" Kyle shouted, startling them both. "You did it. You figured it out Redfield. I do work for umbrella."

Kyle reached for the gun in his holster and pulled it out. Everyone froze in their seat at the sight of the weapon.

"If any of you try anything stupid, you're dead. Understand?"

Kyle pulled his sleeve up and flashed them the tattoo. The corporations symbol. Chris stared at the tattoo in disbelief. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't trust anybody.

"You're just like the rest of them," Chris spat. "A liar. A traitor. Kidnapping innocent people and using them as your test subjects."

"Innocent!" Kyle Shouted. "You call yourselves innocent! Meddling with umbrella's research. Snooping around where your not supposed to be. I say you deserve this just as much as your girlfriend does."

Chris moved up in his seat. His girlfriend? Kyle knew where Jill was, but He was leading them right into a trap.

"Where is she Kyle?" Chris demanded. "Tell me where Jill and Leon are."

Kyle shook his head and smirked.

"I'm sorry, I thought I was the one with the gun here. Nice try though."

"But how?" Barry managed to say. "How could you work for umbrella? you're a cop."

Kyle edged his way around the car to Chris' side, his gun still pointed at them.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person who betrayed S.T.A.R.S," he declared, as he stopped beside Chris' door. Chris stared at Kyle coldly.

"If you or any of your pals lay a hand on Jill, I'll kill all of you," Chris threatened.

Kyle became angry now. He could practically feel the blood boiling under his skin.

"What was that Redfield?" he asked angrily.

"You heard me," Chris spat.

In a fit of rage, Kyle yanked the door open and grabbed Chris by the collar of his shirt.

"I'd like to see you try," he declared.

He pulled Chris out of the car and threw him onto the ground. Chris' back hit the ground hard. Kyle stood over Chris, his gun pointed in Chris' face. He turned his back to the others, which was probably the wrong thing to do.

"Why do you always have to be such a tough guy," Kyle asked, as he slipped his finger around the trigger. "I guess you'll be my first victim." Kyle's lips twisted into an evil smile.

Chris shut his eyes and a loud gunshot echoed in his ears. When he didn't feel any pain, he opened them. He gazed up at Kyle. His eyes were bulging. Blood began pouring out of his mouth and down his chin. Had he been shot? Kyle's body suddenly collapsed, hitting the ground beside Chris with a thud. He stared at the body for a second to take in what had just happened. Then he turned to the car where Claire stood, a gun held tightly in her hands.

"One down. Two to go," she said.

Leon was awakened by the sound of soft sniffels. He stirred in his seat but could hardly move his body. His eyes shot open. The flourescent light above him continually flickered. He tried to move his hands, until he realized that they were tightly bound behind him. He scanned his surroundings until he spotted Sherry beside him. Her hands were tied behind her. Blood dripped down the side of her head, soaking her hair on the way down. Her head hung low, as she sat on the wooden chair in her state of unconsciousness. Why was she bleeding? Had Wesker hit her too?

"Sherry?" He called out. He had to make sure she was okay. But she didn't respond. She didn't budge.

"Sherry!" He called out once again. But she still didn't respond. She was out cold. That wasn't a good sign.

Leon began tugging on the rope behind him, desperate to get free. He had to check on Sherry. He had to see if she was okay. He pulled and pulled until his wrists began to ache. He stopped tugging for a second and then quickly tried again. Leon stopped tugging when he heard a low moan. He turned to the sound and realized that it was Jill. She lifted her head up and opened her eyes. She seemed confused at first, but when her eyes met Leon's, she finally remembered where she was.

"Leon, whats going on?" She asked, as she began tugging on the ropes. "Why are we all tied up?"

"I don't know Jill. But Wesker's up to something and We've got to get out of here."