Wesker leaned back in the chair, carefully watching several security monitors. Avery had found the room in the bowels of the training facility and called him without a moment's hesitation. Avery certainly did come in hand on occasion. Right now him and several other of the HCF were flying back to headquarters. A box of high profile Umbrella files with them. Wesker was left with only ten of the original forty four men he had been given. Not that he needed them, but they would provide some excellent combat data.

Wesker laughed, the sound echoing in the hollow room…

Alex stepped over the dead zombie and pushed the heavy double doors open. The courtyard was clear of anything, either living or dead. She made a right, pushing open a steal door carefully. The moans of the undead, sounds she remembered in nightmares of Raccoon, drifted thorough the night air.

Holding the magnum tightly in her hand, she crept around the side of the barracks. She had to get inside, on the off chance that Claire's little boyfriend was still alive and hiding. Suddenly the door to the barracks opened and closed. Alex edged around the wall and carefully took a look. Three men in black combat gear, carrying assault weapons, were standing on the wooden landing outside the door.

Alex didn't recognize any of the men, but she recognized the two patches on their left arms. One simply said HCF, the other depicted several large trees behind a body of water. Oh she knew who these three idiots worked for and it explained the attack on the island all too well.

"Brentwood Pharmaceuticals…Host Combat Force." She hissed, barley audible.

Umbrella had their share of enemies, as she had told Claire. They also had their share of competitors, though none of them could hope to reach the height that Umbrella had climbed to. Only one came close, only one competed in both legitimate business and the illegal business of B.O.W., and only Brentwood would have the guts to pull a stunt like this.

Alex watched them closely as they climbed down the stairs and headed around the other side of the building. Wasting no time Alex climbed the stairs and slipped into the barracks. It was a long shot that Steve would still be alive if he had been hiding in here with the HCF running around. But it was a risk she was willing to take.

Wesker leaned forward as a figure slipped into the courtyard near the barracks. The camera position was awful, he couldn't make out a face. But from the tied back hair and walk, he assumed it was a female. Judging from her uniform she was Umbrella. He was impressed that one of Umbrella's little morons had lasted so long, though he assumed the little twit had probably been cowering under a table somewhere and was coming out only now that the shooting was done.

He pressed a few buttons as the figure slipped through the door leading to the barracks area. The next camera view was infinitely better. He leaned closer, waiting for the female to turn so he could get a look at her face. She moved carefully, professionally toward the barracks.

She stopped suddenly, hugging the wall. He switched cameras again, this time an excellent view of the front of the barracks. He immediately saw why she had stopped, three of his soldiers were standing on a landing in front of the barracks door. He leaned in as her head snaked around the side of the building and he got the perfect view of her face.

"Well, well. No wonder you are so professional. Who did you piss off to get a job on this island?"

Wesker now understood how the female could still be alive. Still, she worked for Umbrella and that posed a problem. Smirking, he pressed the button on his radio.

"Anderson, Ginaz, Fel. There is an Umbrella operative to your right, behind the wall. Terminate."

Aaron would not be aware that they knew of her location. The men stepped down and moved off around the other side of the building. Aaron made her move, creeping up the stairs, and slipping inside.

Wesker leaned back in his chair again, lacing his fingers, and letting his elbows rest on the arms of the chair. The men were well trained, of that he was sure. However he had doubts about their capabilities against his little sister. In fact he was betting heavily on Aaron and it would make excellent combat data on Umbrella agents with proper training.

"Now, Aaron, don't disappoint your big brother."

Claire climbed out of the sub, breathing a sigh of relief. Maybe it was the fact that tons of water was outside that thin metal hull just waiting to come crashing in at a moments notice, or the fact she simply didn't trust anything Umbrella had built.

She headed down the hallway and pushed open the door. Three zombies greeted her arrival by moaning and shambling in her direction. She took a deep breath, firing three rounds. All of her would be attackers hit the floor with neat round holes through their heads. She breathed a sigh of relief and moved quickly through a large shutter opposite her. She only had one other clip for the berretta and maybe three shots left in the gun itself. The sooner she got out of here the better.

As soon as she cleared the shutter she spotted the plane. It was huge and rested on the water like a beached whale. Alex had said cargo plane, but she hadn't mentioned it was a sea plane. She started toward the plane when an unusual fluttering noise caught her attention. She looked up into time to duck as a large bat, twice the size of a vulture, swooped toward her head. She scrambled away, hiding under a nearby control console.

"Great, T-Virus bats." Claire dug around in her pocket for her lighter, remembering that bats hated light. "What's next, giant moths?"

Her thumb rolled over the ball of the lighter and a second later the flame ignited. The incoming bats flew aside, splitting off. They let out several screeches as they headed back toward the rafters. Claire crawled out of her hiding spot, holding the lighter high in the air.

"Well I always knew this thing would come in handy, however…" She turned to look at the console she had been hiding under. "A light switch would be even better, my lighter fluid supply isn't infinite you know."

After several tries she finally found the right switch. The area brightened with dim light, just enough to keep the bats far from her hair and throat. Claire flipped the lighter closed and slide it back into her pocket.

"Now for the plane."

However it was soon very obvious that without a key, she wasn't going anywhere.

"Damn Umbrella. Nothing can be simple, can it?"

She smacked the source of her anger, a small lift console with three very distinct hexagonal holes. The door to the plane had no outside handle and she knew for a fact the lift she was standing on was the key to getting in. But, without those three little hexagonal items she was screwed. She turned and sat down on the edge of the lift, pulling the radio from her belt.

"Alex, we have a problem with the plane."

She waited several seconds, but there was no response. She turned the radio in her hand, checking to make sure it was on and switched to channel two. She sighed and cranked the volume up, afraid that maybe Alex had responded but that she hadn't heard it. She pressed the button again.

"Alex, did you hear me? We have a problem with the plane."

There was a soft crackling, then the radio exploded with the sound of gunfire. Claire quickly turned the volume down, her ears ringing from the onslaught. A second later Alex's harried and slightly pissed off voice floated over the radio.

"Yea, well, I'm having my own problems right now. Just hang tight…SHIT…"

Claire's face reflected concern as the radio cut out. A second later it came back on, gunfire the background to Alex's voice.

"As I was saying, just hang tight for a minute or two till I get this situation taken care of."

The radio cut out a second time. Claire stared at the radio, then glanced back at the plane. Her only chance of escape was Alex and her piloting skills, without those she was screwed.

"You'd better not die on me, cause if you do I swear, I'm gonna hunt down your zombiefied corpse and fill it full of holes."

Alex glanced around the main area of the barracks and groaned. The entire room was covered with blood and zombies, complete with bullet holes through their heads, were laying near the dining table.

"So much for Steve being in here." She knelt down, examining one of the bodies. "These guys have been zombies, well were zombies, before Claire met up with her little boyfriend. Probably got infected at the very start of the attack."

She stood up and gave the room another glance. The door to her left lead into the sleeping quarters, but from the look of the dining area she didn't need to go in there. No way Stevie was in this place. She sighed, mentally checking off the barracks. She still had the security corridor, infirmary, and training facility to check.

She turned, intent on heading back out the door, when she saw a suspicious shadow cross in front of one of the small windows. She dove behind a table seconds before automatic fire peppered the wall behind her. She grabbed the leg of the table and toppled it over on its side, using both it and the wall of the barracks itself as a shield from the fire.

Outside her attackers regrouped and edged up the stairs of the landing. One of the unfortunate idiots lifted his head to peek through the window into the dining area. He was met with the warm welcome of a DE magnum with Teflon coated hollow points. He flew backwards, crashing through the landing's railing, and hit the ground with a thud. The remaining two understood instantly he was dead. You didn't get a hole the size of an apple in the back of your head and survive.

Alex ducked as more shots peppered the wall and table. She already knew the morons shooting at her were using normal ammo. If they'd been carrying hollow points she'd be dead right now.

"Like bringing a knife to a gun fight, using regular ammo against Umbrella's B.O.W."

She leaned around the side of the table and fired a shot through the door. There was a loud scream of pain then some swearing. She ducked back again as the firing resumed. She listened carefully, recognizing the distinct sound of two separate guns. The man she had shot was alive, wounded, but alive.

"Alex, we have a problem with the plane."

Alex grappled with the radio as the firing continued. At this rate she was going to have a serious problem. She leaned around the opposite side of the table and fired through the wall, this time there was a muffled shout. At least she was pissing them off, if nothing else.

"Alex, did you hear me? We have a problem with the plane."

Alex leaned back against the table and pressed the button on the radio.

"Yea, well, I'm having my own problems right now. Just hang tight…SHIT…"

Alex scrambled for the grenade and threw it back through the open window. She ducked behind the table, covering her head. The grenade went off and she heard the distinct cry of a single soldier. Carefully she lifted her head and peeked over the top of the table. There was a brief silence then the firing resumed, only one gun this time.

Alex ducked back down and hit the button.

"As I was saying, just hang tight for a minute or two till I get this situation taken care of."

Suddenly there was the clearly audible click of an empty gun. Alex used this opportunity by jumping over the table and throwing her weight into the door. The door crashed off it's hinges and Alex went with it, the two of them hit the landing with a heavy crash. Her last attacker was to her right on the stairs, trying to reload. She swung the magnum around and fired two shots. One went through the Kevlar and into his chest, the second went through his forehead. He toppled backwards, dropping his gun and the clip he had been trying to load into it.

Alex got to her feet, glancing over the railing. Below was her first victim and laying nearby was her second, a gunshot wound to his upper thigh and what appeared to be a lot of shrapnel in his face. She took the steps two at a time, grabbing everything worth taking from the two men. What she wound up with was one functioning MP-5, one clip, two Berettas, two clips apiece, and one AK-47 with 2 clips. Not a bad little haul, though she was rather disappointed that there were no mags for her magnum. Still, she had two full clips left for that, so all in all things were looking up.

She started to stand when she noticed an earpiece in the left ear of the attacker she had just robbed. She bent down and pulled it out, taking the radio pack with it. Slipping it into her ear, she pressed the talk button on the ear piece.

"I killed your men."

"I noticed. Well done Miss Wesker."

Alex was not surprised the man knew her name. Her reputation reached far and wide. No doubt she was on the HCF's most wanted list. Still there was something about his voice she couldn't quite pinpoint, something familiar.

"Is this the part where I say that I'm going to kill you, horribly and painfully?"

"Actually Miss Wesker, before you attempt that, perhaps you would care to take care of the two Cerberus coming up behind you. I do believe they are the greatest threat to you at this moment in time."

Alex spun around, raising one of the Berettas. She managed to fire off a single shot, killing one of the attacking dogs before the second leaped. She threw her right arm up, trying to protect her face. The dog landed on her chest and knocked her on her back, it's jaws firmly clamped around her forearm between her wrist and the scar from the zombie in Raccoon. Alex gritted her teeth and pulled the spare berretta from the waistband of her pants. She planted the gun under the Cerberus' jaw, just behind where her arm was.

"Bad…dog."

She pulled the trigger. The pressure on her arm ceased and the dog fell on her chest. She pushed it aside and got to her feet. She looked at her arm. The skin and muscle was pretty well shredded, but the bone wasn't broken. Still it was going to give her issues once the swelling started and there was no way she was going to be using it to shoot with, not with a handgun anyway. She would have to rearrange some things, especially the magnum since it was rigged for a right hand draw. She ignored the blood running down her arm and hit the ear piece.

"Am I supposed to thank you for that?"

"No thanks required Miss Wesker. You are extremely entertaining, I would hate to see you die so soon."

"You're all heart."

"Do stay in touch."

The radio went dead and Alex made no efforts to try and reconnect. Instead she slid the radio pack into her back pocket. Brentwood sure did have nice toys to play with. Those kind of earwig radios were tough to come by. She jerked on the left sleeve of her shirt.

Her little playmates didn't have any kind of medical supplies on them so she would have to make do. She could always find something at the infirmary, she had to go there anyway. Besides, bandages were the least of her problems, she was infected…again.

She'd have to grab some aspirin at the infirmary as well, that would tone down the after effects. The effects being a headache and some major nausea. She was going to be feeling like shit in a couple of hours and once it started it lasted about five hours.

"Why do things always, always, have to get complicated?" She tied off the makeshift bandage and grabbed for her other radio. "Claire, you still there?"

"Alex? Are you alright?"

"Oh, just peachy, I love being shot at by HCF agents and getting bit by Cerberus."

"Something…bit you?"

"Before you decide what to shoot me with, I'll impart some information to you. I'm immune to the T-Virus. I'm gonna be sick for a few hours but no permanent damage. Anyway I got some more weapons and ammo. So what's wrong with the plane?"

"Well, you need some kind of hexagonal keys or plates to work the lift. If you can't work the lift you can't get in the plane. The panel says something about the Army, Navy, and Air Force. Know where we can find some?"

"I have a pretty fair idea. Meet me in front of the mansion, I gotta make a quick stop for some aspirin and band aides at the infirmary."

"On my way."

Alex slide the hand radio back onto her waistband and headed toward the infirmary. They needed the proofs. She knew where at least two of them were, it was the location of the third that was eluding her.

Wesker chuckled to himself as Alex left the barracks, no doubt heading for the infirmary. She had grown a lot since he'd last seen her. She was ruthless and efficient. She was him and he was going to enjoy watching her survive the island.

Yes, he was going to enjoy that very much…