The team was walking through the drainpipe, each step splashing dirty water onto their boots. On the walls of the old pipe was decades of corrosion and slime. The dank smell of the place assaulted their noses, and the depressing sound of the drip-drip-drip coming from the many valves was infuriating enough to induce insanity. While walking slightly behind the rest of the team Claire was thinking, something she had been trying very hard not to do but was failing miserably at. Because as Claire walked all she could find her self-thinking of was all the problems she was about to encounter. She looked at Chris' back as he led the party deeper into the pipe. What would she do? How could she stop two archenemies from tearing each other apart? She frowned and tried to push the thought from her head, but it came back harder then before. What am I going to do? Claire knew Wesker was here, she could feel it, and if he was here, then he know doubt had a trap set for them. But should she tell Chris? No, she decided to watch for it, once inside she would find it and stop it. She would protect him. But that still left Wesker. Claire racked her brain for some solution, for some way that would not ultimately end in someone's death and stop anyone from being hurt in this mess. But just then, Rebecca made a face, and then threw her hand up to stifle the noise of her sneeze. She looked at Claire and sighed. "Damn allergies, I really could live without them." Claire nodded and smiled slightly. The party continued down the dark passage. Claire tried to find her train of thought again, but Rebecca seemed in the mood for talking. Claire hoped by not responding she would understand and finally stop, but it only seemed to fuel her more! "You don't talk as much as I thought you would." Claire gave up and turned her attention to Rebecca. She looked over her shoulder to make sure no one else was listening in. "I didn't know that was a bad thing." Claire said in response. Rebecca giggled. "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant…..all the time's Chris talked about you… But now that I've met you. Well, you seem…different." Claire nodded. "I'm a different person now." Rebecca smiled. "Hearing about some one every day you work, gives you a feeling like you already know that person." She finally went silent and Claire realized for the first time, that Rebecca was as scared as she was… "Hey…She looked back at Rebecca I heard a lot about you from Chris too." "I hope good things!" She laughed. But a noise appeared on the left of them! "Halt. " She called out to the party, and she crouched down and aimed her gun and laser light at it. There was a period of about 7 seconds when tension hung heavy in the air. Clair, however was not bothered by it, Because she already knew it was nothing important, because she could sense humans and other then her party, no other humans where there with them in the pipe. Suddenly a mouse appeared from inside a crack in the wall, its beady eyes surveyed them before it retreated inside the wall. Rebecca gave a sigh of relief and called over to Chris. "Sorry, nothing there." Chris nodded and looked at Claire…she knew he suspected there was something she was not telling him. He was smarter then people gave him credit for. He turned and started on, they all followed. One Hour later… Wesker stood in the same room he had been holed up in for the last 8 hours. The light from the monitor screens danced on his face…making his eyes seem withdrawn and hollow. But in fact, his eyes were alive with a blood lust. Claire will not have told him yet…so yet again gullible Chris has no idea what is going on. Wesker was thinking of Chris, and the cultivation of Chris's pain… Through Claire, Wesker would be able accomplish one of his fondest dreams… sending Chris to hell, so to speak. Wesker could not help the smile that crept onto his face as he could almost feel it! Oh how it will break dear Chris' heart when he discovers my control over his beloved sister. He could already feel Claire loosing her grip on her life… like sand trickling away in an hour glass it would be any time now. On the monitor, something came into view. Wesker peered intently at it as the little party approached the steel door leading into the base. The power to it was cut off, and even if they managed to turn it on, they needed a six-digit code to open the door. He watched as his old "Comrade" Jill Valentine pulled out a laptop computer and set it on her lap. She typed with fervour before looking at the door expectantly. And on cue, the computer next to him alerted him of intruder's hacking the power system. "How stupid are you?" If he had not killed all the base employees, they would have been alerted and the team would have been wiped out before they had even begun… Wesker laughed slightly as they themselves proved his superior intelligence over them. He let himself be distracted only for a few moments as his eye moved to Claire. She stood by the bomb, dressed in black and her face covered. Even while trying to hide her self he still knew it was her. He tore his gaze away and concentrated on Chris. Yes, I will take your sister and expose you to your worst nightmare, I WILL kill the remaining S.T.A.R.S members, I will punish you…then I will take your life. Wesker could not remember ever feeling this pleased before, and as the power to the doors switched on, and Chris punched in the six-digit code, he stood and crossed his arms. The old doors came to life and opened, causing dust to rise into the air. Wesker looked once more to Claire…she stared at the camera…she stared at him. Claire knew he was here. Eager Wesker watched the small team enter through the doors. "Welcome to hell my old Friends."
