Double trouble.

Glad you liked it T-VeronicaAlexiaAshford. And if your wondering why I took a bit longer than I normally do it's because my Internet connection busted or something for a few days. Stupid NTL... anyway,about the next chapter I'm guessing that Spencer is around 80 years old since I'm think he might be one of the three people in Marcus graduation picture along with Edward since they all sound about the same age. It almost sounds to perfect if all three of the founders went to the same university, just think about all the things all those three could have got up to…

Disclaimer: The Resident evil series is copyrighted by Capcom, them alone not me.

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Several army vehicles could be seen plowing their way through a dense and snowy silent forest. Blue light coming from the moon overhead was streaming through the icy forest and making the roofs of the vehicles gleam dully in the moonlight. Shadows could be seen dancing among the tree's along with the sound of cold water rushing by in the distance.

Special agent HUNK sighed in a bored manner. They had been travelling in complete silence for several hours apart from the sound of engine purring in the background and the wheels gliding through the snow. The "they" really only meant Commander Alfred, Top scientist Alexia Ashford and himself.

"Why did it have to be me who has to infiltrate this particular base with only these two for company?" he thought bitterly while thinking back to the meeting with Lord Spencer. He thought it would have been a routine check-up or something, how wrong he had been...

"Special agent hunk, also known as MR death since Racoon I presume?" Spencer asked him while hunk saluted while hiding his surprise to the 80 year old in a tweed red jacket. He thought he would have meet up with the base commander or something, not one of the very founders of umbrella itself!

"Yes sir." He replied in monotone as a metallic door slid open and three figures stepped in. two of them he recognised as lord Alfred Ashford and Richard the ICT expert, he had no clue nor really cared who the third was apart from the fact that she resembled Alfred a lot like a twin would. Spencer simply ignored the new arrivals though.

"Ah, I've heard many great things about you." He said and to everyone's surprise he slowly stood up and shook his hand while in the other he held a walking stick for support. He was shocked he was still alive, being around toxic and dangerous chemicals for a huge portion of his life, let alone walk.

"Er, not to mean any disrespect but why am I here? Only a week ago I was in the English factuality after narrowly escaping Rock ford." He pried curiously.

"Ah, yes about that. As you know Rock ford was attacked by a rival company and a sample of our greatest virus to date was stolen from us in the body of a former prisoner. You where just able to escape before the attack right?" hunk briefly nodded. "Well we have finally managed to track where the attacker's came from. However, we can't attack then since Racoon attracted a lot of unneeded attention to us and we can't exactly retaliate."

Hunk was finally catching onto what he was saying: he has going to have to sneak into that particular base like Racoon. Basically another suicide mission. "Thankfully one of our spy's managed to stop the sample being carted off to their HQ by putting a very powerful computer virus in the main system."

"So who is my partner's this time? The other's bad four members died in Racoon by Brikin's hand." Hunk asked while contemplating Revenge. Rock ford had partially been like a home to him and now it was gone thanks to them.

This time it was Richard who spoke instead of Spencer. "Since all of you escaped the Antarctic base undetected HCF has pronounced you all dead." A faint smile slowly spread across his face. "This is an opportunity we can't miss. Hunk, it is your mission to infiltrate the base and protect the two Ashford's while they exploit any possible weakness."

The female looked dismissively at him. "that's it? One bodyguard? Not that I would need one of course."

"Think what you will Alexia,"Ah so she's the Alexia..."But this is the only surviving UBCS solider from Racoon. Therefore making him the best or one of the best." Richard her very clearly while Alfred looked on him in interest. Since hunk had been trained in Rock fort along with Alfred they had sort of became war buddies.

"Ah, so you're one of the four idiots who attacked Brikin. You do realise your partially responsible for Racoon destruction and the death of thousands of American's?" Alexia said casually while smirking at him.

He choose to simply ignored her like Spencer did. "But sir what if one of our old collages is there and recognises us?" he asked Richard, pointing out a very serious flaw in his plan.

"Do you really think we haven't thought of that yet? We've got all kinds of items specially designed to make you unrecognisable." Four armed guards walked in. "please take these three to the surgery for project "masked."

And here he was, five days later heading to the HCF base responsible for the destruction of Rock fort. Hunk was looking out of the window while Alexia and Alfred looked like they had fallen asleep, can't say he blamed them as well. Hunk was the only one who had anything really changed by umbrella since Alexia just used her virus to alter her appearance. Alfred simply looked a lot younger and had dyed his hair temporally black with brown eye lens. From now on they would have to use different pitches of their voices so not to be detected by anyone who had seen them before. Wonder what Alfred voice would sound like if he tried to make it deeper?

Both Ashford's eyes open partially as the vehicle began to slow down. They could just about see the masive grey structures of the HCF installation which stood out like an eye sore looming closer. You would not believe what umbrella had to cook up to get them here now…

time for project "counter-strike" to begin.

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Albert Wesker was not in a very good mood would be the only way to put it very simple. And when he was unhappy no one else was, literally. And it was all Steve Burnside's fault. Thanks to him he now felt like he had spent all night up listening to the darkness with the stereo on full blast! This had all started a few weeks ago just after Antarctica when he had abruptly woke up without a warning, escaped or at least tried to and stole a harrier while his guard had been asleep. Actually at first he had found it quite amusing plucking a freezing and stuttering Steve out of the remains of a demolished jet. Where he had learned to fly a plane was beyond him or any of his collages. The second time had though had tried his patience and head to the limit. Now that's defiantly saying something since he had to deal with the stupidity of Chris Redfield and the ignorance of Barry Burton for a few years, not to mention joker Joseph and his partner in crime Kevin.

He had rendered his feeder unconscious when he was having his lunch delivered to him and had stolen his keys and uniform since the clothes he had been provided with really had no effect against the cold. Then from what the head of the lab he had stolen a tank of all things lying about, not that he already didn't know that. Now since he had been running about in the forest living up to his nickname, the black and yellow blur had no clue that the misfit had escaped. He was so used to the sounds of tanks running about in background he had not suspecting anything was really wrong at all. Well until one of them had rammed right through the Eastern wall, 90 feet ahead of him.

Now one of the major disadvantages of being able to run over 100 mph was that fact that it took so some distance to break. Even longer in 2 to 3 inches of pure white snow. Sonic the hedgehog, which he had seen many of his bored collages including Martin Crackhorn play on many times also suffered from this disability. Naturally he had tried to stop colliding with the tank but had only ended up literally flying head first into the side of the tank. The next thing he knew he was lying in the infirmary with a headache the size of Russia itself while his partner was preaching on about how lucky he was that he had T-2 in his system. You wouldn't believe how happy, yes happy he had felt when he heard that they had finally managed to extract some T-veronica out of his body. He could finally kill him and more! He didn't care about the effects it had on the amphibian lifeforms it had been injected into nor the different effects it had on the human samples as he rushed to the prison complex. Only then to find out the boy had escaped again, this time he had managed to squeeze through a ventilation hole and into the airing system. Since this had only been ten minutes ago he was still running about on the after effects. What he would do for an aspirin that worked instantly instead of half an hour to take effect while he showed these new employees around the base… Blasted HQ. Why did he, the military commander have to show these three around anyway? Surely a minor could have done this just as well…

"Welcome to HCF." He said in irritated tone as the three new employees stepped in through a huge set of automatic doors and looked taken aback by either the interior of the buildings or himself for some strange reason. It wasn't a lavished designed or an overspent lobby like umbrella seemed to have in every one of their labs but had the bear essentials needed which wesker preferred. It was a long cold and metallic corridor leading in four different directions and had lots of doors along the each side of the wall. In the centre of the room was a stand with a map on it for newcomers.

"This is the main building connecting all the sections of the base. As you can see from the main map…" he indicated to a map on the centre of the hallway. "The East passage ways…" he indicated left. "Leads to the military compound and employee living area while the west…" he pointed right. "Leads to the main lab alongside with the prison. North…" he pointed towards an elevator upward with two cases by the side of it, one black and one white along side a set of stairs with another door. "Leads to the upper floors and to the lake along with the excavation area and Chemical plant. Any questions?"

It was the female with brown hair who spoke. "Yes, what is the purpose of the excavation area? I heard this was only meant to be a military compound and a lab with a chemical plant." Her voice was soft but for some strange reason it reminded him of Alexia icy one right before she savagely thrashed him in Antarctica. Also he was getting a weird vibe from her and something didn't smell right…

"That's on a need to know basis and you don't need to know. It's a standard issue, all rookies working in one area aren't allowed to know what happens in the other areas. Hell, even I had a hard time finding out what they where digging up other there…" he mumbled bitterly then added. "Any more questions?"

"Why?" the male with black hair asked in a strangely almost forced deep voice… nah, it had to be the headache making him delirious. Why would someone pretend there voice was deeper? To make a good first impression?

"It's one of HCF most kept secrets and there not prepared to let just anybody find out about it… yet." He mumbled then turned towards left. "We will now start off with a tour of the labs then the military complex, follow me." he stated in a bored manner as he turned left then stopped in his tracks as he spotted Mr Black, the would-be commander of base rushing past him. "Something happened?"

"They have finally found something of importance I'm told." He briefly said as he passed the military commander and went up the lift, the master key glinting from the left side of his belt.

"One of these days he's really going to get it…" Wesker shook that thought off then indicated to the rookie's to follow after him. He could see them peering at the metal and sparse gold plates on some of the doors as they approached a huge automatic grey door leading to the lab. In the centre of the room were multiple capsules containing various mutinous creatures. Computer monitors and lab equipment littered the sides of the lab along with various chemical storage units and a lift to carry all bio-organic material to the storage area and chemical plant. Out of all the numerous staff members one was the only one to really greet Wesker. "I see you've got to show the new employee's around eh Albert?"

"Uh-huh William, so how's the projects going?" Wesker asked his old lab partner casually as he noticed the stunned looks coming from the new employee's.

William like Wesker also noticed the stunned looks coming his new peers and shook the slightly pale female's hand while half smiling, half grimacing. "I take it you've heard of me right? I'm William Brikin, head scientist of this HCF instillation."

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"Wha?… what?" Alexia stuttered as she removed her hand from a slightly confused Brikin. No way could he be alive, hell even she couldn't have survived that blast! "Eh… sorry about that it's just that I heard you were blown up in a train in Racoon." She quickly covered herself through partially gritted teeth.

His suspicious look changed into a sad scowl. "Oh… that. As you guessed I did die in the explosion or at least my old body did. You see this is where G-virus proves it's superiority over T-veronica." Alexia had to suppress the urge to kill him as he let out a smirk. "Through a quick study of an old collages research of mine I managed produce a virus which could not only produce the ultimate bio-organic weapons of mass destruction and that also possessed the ability to make dead cells reproduce."

"But in order for that to happen you need a plentiful supply of proteins and minerals while needing a basic blue print for the body otherwise it will all come out in a complete mess." She said while finally catching onto what he was saying. He gazed at her in suspicion while looking slightly impressed.

"Your smarter than I first gave you credit for. Since not all of my body was destroyed by the blast it allowed Wesker to salvage enough bodily parts along with some basic DNA and RNA for reconstruction. (Read wesker's report.) And if you had been there you would have seen how thick my skull was then so my brain was protected from the blast, the blue print you where talking about. All Wesker needed to do was to salvage my remains and my brains and simple put them in a capsule of bio-organic materials, leave for two weeks and viola! I escaped death!" he explained with a weak smile. "When Albert returned me from the dead I somehow managed to recover all my "imprioer memories" as my deceased wife would have called them. If only I hadn't lost control then maybe Annette might still be here…"

"How could you recover lost memories?" Alexia asked him in real confusion this time. "And why haven't you mutated into a monster like last time?"

"That's the thing, I never really lost them. The last thing I remember was killing those two UBS imbeciles…" from the looks of it, Hunk managed to turn an angry snarl into a series of coughing sounds. "The next thing I knew I was floating in a stasis pod while Wesker was strangling an minor outside."

"The idiot left his post when he was surposed to be watching over the T-veronica sample and let him escape." He explained before any of them could ask. "Anyway let's continue shall we? Goodnight Willi..." he couldn't finish his sentence as that exact moment the doors hastily swung open and one of the people commander Black ran in, the flushed look on his face suggested that he had run from the other side of the base without stopping for a breather.

"Wesker! Black wants you to come the security offices immediately." He managed to say between heavy breaths of air.

"Why? Wasn't it him who made me the one who had to show these three…" he gestured wildly to the three umbrella spies, or should I say HCF employees. "Around the base? I can't be into places at once surprisingly." Wesker told him in an irritated tone.

"We've managed to locate Burnside in the caves and he wants you to get him."

Alexia could have sworn that Wesker eyes lit up when he heard this. "You mean I can actually kill him?" Wesker asked almost like a child in a candy store. What did that Burnside do to make Wesker want to kill him so much?

"No, HQ just sent orders for him to be sent to them, Alive." The hopeful look on Wesker went faster than when he fled and left Chris to fight her. "But Black said you can break his legs to stop him escaping so often."

"… He may live a little while longer yet." He said before striding quickly out of the room with an exhausted messenger in tow leaving all four of them in a confused silence.

"Well I guess I've got the show you around the base now eh?" Brikin said, finally breaking the silence while Alexia merely nodded, this was going to be a very long stay. "Come, I'll show you the rest of the lab and the chemical plant upstairs first.

"er… you still haven't answered my question?" Alexia asked him while h stopped and looked at her in surprise.

"What? Oh yes. Must have slipped my mind. Anyway since my body had to be restored back to it's original state my mind was as well so now I can control the mutation rate in my body and revert it back, unlike before." He explained then turned around to the door. "Now let's continue shall we?"

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"Ah-ha! Now I've got you!" Wesker screamed as he leapt out of the shadows and grabbed a startled Steve by the scruff of his neck in the darken light of the caves. As soon as he had heard Steve was in the caves he had rushed here and using his military training had snuck up on the unsuspecting teenager who was now struggling like mad to get out of his vice like grip as they crossed a catwalk suspended over the lake leading from the cliff entrance to the caves to the second floor of the base..

"Let me go!" he said while trying to loosen Wesker grip on his throat as the lift went up from the caves, it was going to work anytime soon. Wesker eyes just glinted at all the things he could do to this pain in the butt. A nice quick trip to the torture room would suit the bill very much.

"How about no. Do you realise what you've done to me? Thanks to you I'm now the laughing stock of the base and my new sunglasses are ruined!" He said dangerously as his grip around the infernal boy's neck increased ever so slightly. He just spluttered a laugh though.

"Hey It's not my fault you decided to run head first into a tank! Man, if only you could have seen yourself though!" that's it. He didn't care what HQ thought, he was going to kill him now and make sure it was slow and painful. He was on purpose goading him since he must have heard the orders for him to be shipped alive. "Ack! Wha… what are you doing!" he spluttered as Wesker stopped in the middle of the cat walk and increased the pressure greatly on his neck. Wesker simply ignored him. He wasn't going to get away this time, or so he thought.

Several things happened at once then, a loud explosion rang out from the military structure along with many screams, the catwalk to above the lake that they where standing on shook violently and in an amazing feet of strength Wesker didn't think the boy would have, Steve threw a surprised Wesker hands off around his neck and threw him over the railing of the catwalk and into the lake below with a loud splash and then dashed off down the catwalk before it collapsed into the HCF complex. It must be that damn virus Alexia injected him with.

As Wesker head broke the surface of the icy water as gunfire and screaming began to ring out through his ears, however that wasn't his main concern at the moment. What was his main concern was the catwalk that was shaking violently above him as the automatic door slammed behind Steve.

"Is this bad Karma?" he thought as he began to madly swim away from the catwalk as it collapsed behind him. "As soon as i get rid of S.T.A.R.S i get Burnside! i am cursed or something?"

"Warning! Multiple intruders detected in sector C! Prepare all defences immediately!"

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Next chapter: Who knew a hole in the wall could be so useful?