( Authors note, I do not own Resident Evil, or) (Slipknot)

Claire Felt tons better, pulling on the black ski mask, she was in her element. On her hip was her trusty 9mm Berretta, hidden on her ankle was a knife, and slung around her shoulder was a TMP.

They where all sitting in the van, while Chris drove upfront. They all were dressed in black and armed. The plan was simple. Leon and Carlos, Carry the bomb, while Chris, Jill, Claire, And Rebecca each flank a corner, and add cover fire. Chris, front right, Jill, front left, Rebecca, back right, and Claire back left.

The bomb weighed about 120 pounds, it held a big enough kick to take out the whole base. Seeing as it was the weekend only a skeleton crew would be there, and they're contact had already set up they're entrance. An old drainage pipe, normally heavily secured, but tonight left open to them.

Carlos sat with his eyes closed, listening to Slipknot. Rebecca was checking her medical supplies pouch, making sure she has every thing she needs.

Claire just sat back and rested her head, it would all be over soon……… please let it be over! She thought to herself. The low rumble of the engine was hypnotic as she closed her eyes and retreated into the only place she could be herself, her mind.

Inside she was turning in circles, every thing to worry about…… The mission, The virus in her body, and most of all………Wesker. Her stomach was upset with worry, so she pushed it out of her mind.

Umbrella base of Canada………

Wesker cracked his knuckles before once more typing away at the keyboard. He accessed the camera feed to look upon his handy work. All over in the base it was quite, quite because they where all dead. Every last one off them. The researchers, the security, all of them.

A wicked grin crossed his face as he looked at all of them lying on the ground, or slumped in they're chairs.

First he had released the T-virus into the ventilation. Next he overrode the failsafe program, locking all doors, and releasing toxic gas into the areas, killing them………and now, as he watched they started to stir, Zombies.

He sat back in the chair, he let his mind wonder to her, she was getting closer every moment.

And when she gets here, I will tare her away from those dolts……Claire and I need some alone time to discus her future.

Later, at the van………

Jill could feel her self slipping back into that survival mode, as the van slowed down to a stop. She unbuckled her seat belt and went to open the door, when Chris leaned over and grabbed her hand.

" Jill( he looked at her sternly) When this is over……We will talk about it. I don't want you to think that I never cared, because I do…." She looked at him, then nodded her head. She smiled slightly.

" Me too." They got out as the back of the van slid open. Carlos came out, aiming a Mp-5, followed by Leon and Rebecca. Claire came next, she aimed her 9mm and kept watch as Leon and Chris retrieved the bomb. It was being kept in a big duffle bag. Leon let the Mp-5 hang on his shoulder as he took one end and Carlos took the other. They all took up they're positions as they headed out in the cover of night.

It took them about an hour and a half to get to the drain opening, but they couldn't drive there, it would have been faster only the road did not go back that way. So when they finally reached it, Chris stopped them to talk one last time before they entered.

" We all know what we're doing here. Umbrella needs to stop, and we are going to make them……Even if that means blowing up one …Base…at …a time." He paused.

" So be it." Said Claire softly, Leon looked at her and nodded.