Claire and Leon both got up from their seats, after deciding that idling in the restaurant any longer would be hazardous. They wondered who else could possibly be in Paris, and for what reason. The United Nations evacuated Paris completely after the virus was unleashed. Then there was the Plaga samples, how was distribution done so quickly—Leon had just left Ada only 1 year ago. And to make matters worse there were demons and some crazed madman from the States there as well. And their only retaliation to defeating the demons was Dante, who'd left them.

"Let's hurry," Leon said, "we'll go out the back."

The door to the restaurant burst open, Plagas swarming in. "Get them!" one shouted in French. Claire turned as they were about to enter the kitchen to see them. Leon drew an Incendiary Grenade. Leon tossed the grenade into the center of the oncoming beings and flames engulfed them. They both dashed through the back door, entering an alley. Claire spotted a motorcycle with a side car at the end of the alley. She ran toward it, Leon jogged behind.

The sound of a trash can hitting the ground echoed through the alley. Claire spun to find Leon being grabbed by a Plaga—he'd knocked down the trash can by accident—he was struggling to break free. Claire drew her gun and aimed at the Plaga's head. The creature's head moved toward Leon's neck slowly. With a loud bang, a bullet flew from Claire's pistol and found it's mark in the monster's forehead—it's head flew back and a worm-like parasite shot from the neck.

"Ugh!"

Leon turned, grabbed the parasite and hacked it out of the neck with his knife. He tossed the remains into the trash can. Leon got onto the motorcycle and Claire got into the sidecar. Leon looked around for the key but it wasn't present.

"I know how to hot wire these things," Claire said and she proceeded. Leon laughed, gave her the thumbs up and they were off. "I have a question!"

"Shoot!" Leon shouted over the winds and the motorcycle's engine.

"Can Plagas drive?"

"Well--" He was interrupted by the sound of more motorcycles. They both turned to see 5 Plagas riding motorcycles behind them. "You cannot be serious." He looked at Claire. "Go through my cache, there should be a 'typewriter' in it."

Claire looked at him. He has a typewriter in his weapons cache? She shrugged went through his weapons cache, which was next to her, and found a Chicago Typewriter. "Oooh, cool!"

"No time to marvel!" Leon shouted. "SHOOT!"

"Oh, right." Claire stood enough to be safe but enough to be able to fire the machine gun. She aimed calmly at the first and fired at the motorcycle instead of the Plaga. Firing the gun was exhilarating and the recoil kind of caught her off guard. The motorcycle exploded sending the Plaga to the asphalt. She turned to the others and did the same.

To Claire's surprise a Plaga came up alongside their motorcycle, too close for Claire to fire the gun. Leon quickly pulled out a grenade and threw it into the Plaga's side car. He counted down:

"5

4

3

2"

He turned sharply, around a corner, and the grenade exploded, "1." Claire put the typewriter back into the cache.

"That was a great weapon." She sat back down. She noticed something standing in the street. "What's that?" But before they could figure what it was, they blacked out.

"I'm just saying, I don't understand why we're letting HIM make our decisions," Ada complained. "I mean we don't even know him."

"But he knows us," Wesker responded.

"We've never seen him, his method of communication is rather, odd."

"It doesn't matter, we'll make him think he's giving us orders for the time being, then, when he least expects it," Wesker pounds his fist to his palm,"BAM we get him."

They were both sitting at a dining table, a bottle of wine in the center. Ada looked at the walls, her face distorted as if she were bottling something.

"What is it, Wong?"

"This guy you trust is a mad-scientist, mad-scientists are not to be trusted," Ada shouted. "Not to mention, what he plans to do with those Plaga samples you decided to leave in his lab!"

"Calm down, Wong," Wesker said. "I know what I'm doing. I'm creating the most powerful monster in the world and to do that I have to enlist the help of any third-party there is." He sipped some of the wine in his glass. "Look, Ada, if you don't trust him, all I ask is that you trust me." He looked in her direction, but she couldn't see his eyes through his glassed, "do you trust me."

"Yeah, I trust you, Wesker."

"Cheers," he stated holding his glass forward then drinking again.

Claire woke up to find demons and Plagas fighting one another. She slowly looked around, someone—or something—had dragged her into a dark room, filled with skeletons and the rancid smell of rotting meat. But it wasn't cow meat, it was rotting human flesh that stank up the room. She get to her knees and bugs crawled around the area she'd laid. The demons stopped fighting each other and eyed Claire as she moved. She stopped abruptly, but it was too late—the creatures attacked.