Alex's eyes widened as the worm dove back into the ground, after having swallowed Rodrigo whole. She glanced at Chris, who was pointing his gun toward the ground, waiting for the worm to reappear. Alex had no desire, nor intention, to stick around and wait for that to happen. Instead she quickly pushed herself to her feet and grabbed him by the arm.

"Come on hero."

Luckily, Chris was still in shock from the worm's appearance, so Alex was able to pull him out of the cavern with no resistance. If he hadn't been, Alex was positive she wouldn't have been able to budge him until that damn Gulp Worm was dead.

"Don't worry, this area has a reinforced concrete floor." Alex mumbled, slamming a bar over the door they had just come through. "These rooms were used for storage for a while, no one ever got around to reinforcing the other area. A gulp worm can't come through rock or concrete, just soil. Unfortunately for Rodrigo that cavern has a layer of dirt between a second layer of shale, though I suppose it is marginally better than death by zombie."

Alex turned back toward Chris, looking both tired and somewhat distant. Chris blinked several times and finally shook his head.

"You've changed." He said quietly, absently checking over his Glock. "A lot."

"Yea well, if you'd seen the shit I have over that last three months since Raccoon, not to mention Raccoon itself, you'd change too." Alex shrugged, cringing slightly at the sharp pain in her forearm. "Be that as it may, we have to get the hell out of here and get to Antarctica to pick up Claire."

"Antarctica…you want to elaborate on why my sister is in Antarctica and just how in the hell you happen to be here?"

"If I must. Here…" Alex handed Chris her spare Beretta and four clips. "I'll tell you while we walk, time is short."

Wesker's face tightened a fraction as his sister and his most hated enemy, Chris Redfield, stepped into courtyard of the military facility. The incessant finger tapping ended as Wesker tightened his fist, cracking several knuckles in the silent room. He paid little attention as the two figured out how to move the tank and enter the facility's basement. His mind was on other things, things such as vengeance.

"I'm going out."

Wesker strode past Larsen, ignoring the man completely, and out the door. Wesker's steps echoed heavily in the corridor as he moved fast to intercept his sister and her would be savior. He had a fair idea where they might wind up.

Claire groaned and opened her eyes. Light was filtering into through the broken windshield of the plane as did a chillingly cold wind. Claire shifted her weight, pulling herself out from under the plane's control panel and braced herself against the co-pilot's seat. Steve was still strapped into the pilot's seat, his head and right arm hanging over the control stick. The plane was at an angle, the nose hanging a good eight or twelve feet above a large catwalk and pointed downwards.

Claire moved carefully toward Steve, brushing a bit of blood from her eye. Steve had done everything to slow or stop the plane, but to no avail. They had crashed nose first into the building and the last thing Claire remembered was Steve telling her to duck as the windshield shattered. No doubt that was where she got the large cut above her left eye.

"If I didn't hate Umbrella before, I sure as hell hate them now." She muttered, pulling Steve back against the pilot's seat. "In fact I'd go so far as to say I despise them."

"Me…too…" Steve coughed, opening his eyes. "Do they always hire freaks?"

"Far as I can tell."

It took a few minutes to finally get Steve extradited from the seat and at least another ten for both of them to get from the plane to the catwalk. Claire shivered, glancing around. The room was huge and a wide catwalk circled the entire area. She had no idea just what the installation was used for, but she knew it belonged to Umbrella and that was reason enough to be worried…

Chris stepped through the automatic door and rolled his eyes. The room was typical mad scientist fare, featuring sterile tables, harsh florescent lighting, and machines that Chris couldn't even identify. Just another lab Umbrella used for it's twisted experiments.

"Oh greeeat." Alex mumbled, flicking the safety off of her magnum. "We found the Bandersnatch experimentation and holding room…my day is just getting better and better."

"Bandersnatch?"

"Yea, B.O.W. 3768, codenamed Bandersnatch. Cross variation of a Hunter and a Tyrant, at least that was the plan anyway. A few things went wrong though."

"Do I want to know the details of just what went wrong?"

"No." Alex stepped forward, glancing around. "Don't worry though, all the B.O.W. got moved to another holding area three days before the attack. Of course that holding area was hit during said attack so they're probably running loose all over the island, on second thought…you might want to worry."

"You're just a bundle of optimism, do you know that?"

"I try."

Chris just shook his head and headed up the stairs in the middle of the room, leaving Alex to investigate the lower half of the lab. He was still trying to digest just how Alex had gotten to the island in the first place, tossing in her new found cynicism and icy demeanor was just too much to handle at the moment. He didn't remember her being anything like this before Raccoon. As far as he was concerned her outlook on life was did not reflect that of a typical twenty one year old, but then again Umbrella had a way of changing people.

"Welcome Christopher Redfield…to my parlor."

Chris' blood ran cold and his entire body froze. He knew that deep voice, with just the barest touch of an English accent, only too well. Alex had once told him that the reason she and Albert had a touch of English to their voices was because of the voice coaches they had been sent to, contracted to get rid of the southern Louisiana accents they had possessed when first hired with Umbrella. There was no doubt in Chris' mind, as he turned to face the deep voice, just who was standing behind him.

The only problem was…Chris had watched him die…

Alex was just heading up the stairwell to the upper floor when she head the deep voice she had been listening to over the radio all night, and as the voice floated and echoed through the large lab Alex's hand tightened on the magnum. Not out of a hope for vengeance, but out of sheer shock. Over the radio the voice had sounded a great deal like her brother's, but in person it was blatantly obvious that whoever this man was, he had figured out how to sound exactly like her dead brother. And with that realization, Alex's shock turned to anger.

She bolted up the stairs, just as Chris was turning toward the stranger. As he turned, he took a slow step forward, putting him about a foot to the left of the topmost stair. Just as Alex hit the landing, stepping up behind Chris, something flew from the left and slammed into him. Chris threw an arm out, purely reaction, and hit Alex in the chest, close to the right shoulder. This blow spun Alex right and threw her backwards into the railing behind her…Alex's weight, height, and sickness did the rest.

Alex tried grabbing for the banister, somehow finding time to shove the magnum into the waistband of her pants. Unfortunately the railing hit just below her waist, making her top heavy…especially with her right arm slinged and the AK-47 slung over her shoulder. She tumbled backwards, her feet flipping into the air. The rifle slipped off her shoulder and clattered to the floor below, joining the thud from Chris hitting the far right wall.

Alex closed her eyes, knowing she had about two seconds before she hit the floor ten feet below. The best she could hope for was a few broken ribs or maybe a broken leg, at worst she was looking at a broken neck.

Suddenly, there was a fierce tug on the front of her shirt and Alex's fall to the floor was halted. She opened her eyes, half her body still hanging over the railing, expecting to see Chris. Instead she came face to face with a dead man.

"Good evening Aaron."

Alex's mouth dropped open in shock as Albert pulled her back to the catwalk and adjusted her shirt back into place. She stared at him, trying desperately to rationalize just what she was seeing. He was the same height and build. He had the same slicked back blonde hair, pale complexion, and black sunglasses. Alex knew her brother and despite having seen a tape of him die, and listening to Chris tell her about his death…she knew the man in front of her was Albert. The only question was…how?

"Al…Albert?"

"None other. Miss me?"

Wesker was pleasantly surprised that his reappearance was shocking to both his enemy and his baby sister. He looked her over, making sure she hadn't been injured when he'd sent Redfield flying. She looked well enough, even with the injured arm and the traces of the sickness that had been ravaging still evident on her face. He supposed the shock of seeing him wasn't doing her much good either.

"How…I saw the tape." Aaron, stared at him looking ready to cry. "The tyrant…it…"

Wesker chose to ignore Redfield momentarily, who was on his knees and coughing behind them, and instead opted to consul his baby sister. Carefully he reached out a brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. Aaron sobbed and threw her only good arm around him, crying into his shoulder. He smoothed the back of her hair with one hand, as he hugged her with the other, whispering into her ear.

"It's alright, I'm here now."

She continued to sob and Wesker was reminded of another time he had held her like this, sobbing and in shock. He gave his head a sharp shake, reminding himself why he was here and just what his job was. His eyes strayed to Redfield and it concreted his resolve. He had comforted his sister enough, it was time to get on with the task at hand.

"I do apologize Aaron, but I have things to do."

Using his new found abilities, Wesker spun around and pushed Aaron into one of the open specimen tubes and closed it. He ignored the hurt look in here eyes, even as it turned to one of anger. Instead he focused his attention on the still kneeling Redfield.

"Do get up Redfield, you can at least die like a man."

Wesker reached down and grabbed Redfield by the throat, pulling him into the air and slamming him into the wall. Redfield struggled, coughing. Behind them both, Wesker could hear Aaron hitting the specimen tube. A futile gesture, and they both knew it, as the tubes had been designed and built to hold a tyrant.

"What's wrong Redfield surprised I'm still alive? Or are you surprised that my athletic abilities have improved?"

Wesker's head snapped to the side as Redfield got in a lucky hit, knocking his sunglasses to the floor. Wesker smirked, turning to face his enemy and relishing in the shocked look in his eyes. Suddenly the monitor across the room snapped on and a tittering voice pulled Wesker's attention from Redfield.

"Alexia?"

Wesker tossed Redfield aside and hurried down the stairs. His vengeance would have to wait, the young blonde on the monitor took precedence. Her and her virus…