Thankfully upon looking up at the sound of shouting that wasn't in Chinese, the pair were now met with Chris and his team once again. Though it would seem there was something that had to be dealt with between Chris and Jake as the pair both looked to one another.

"Good the BSAA!" Jake snapped sarcastically, hoping they'd hear him over the commotion.

Sherry now looked up to see Chris looking back down on them both.

"Does he know Wesker's my dad?"

Sherry turned to look at him even as the pair still continued to glare at one another.

"I don't know," she shrugged, hoping they wouldn't be here all day staring one another down. "Look, I know you don't like him but if Chris is here..."

"Can we not talk about him please!" Jake now scowled at her as the pair ran for cover.

Sherry sighed and shook her head. She readied the stun baton she'd taken from the man back at the research facility and awaited her first victim. It would seem they were in one hell of a rush to get to her, but Sherry was ready and waiting. Quickly throwing herself out there with the shock baton she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Claire!" she thought surprised. "I almost shocked you! What are you doing here?"

"It's really great to see you too, Sherry." Claire smiled, knowing there was no time to embrace the young woman as the J'avo were raining bullets down their way. "But we've gotta move!"

Sherry nodded as she followed Claire in hopes of finding a way out of there while the BSAA dealt with the J'avo and helicopter.

"Shouldn't we?" she asked.

"Chris, Jill and Piers can handle things." Claire reassured her as she lead the pair out of there, until they all then turned at the sound of hurried footsteps to now see Jill running over to them.

"Chris insisted I go with you," she told them. "Sorry, Claire, you know what he's like."

Claire smiled at her. "Hey, we could do with the company."

Jill couldn't help but smile back at her as they now waited on Jake to catch up, after he'd done dealing with a few of the mutated J'avo.

"He can sure handle himself, can't he?" Claire thought rather impressed. "So, Chris told me he's under your protection. What's so special about him anyway?"

"He's, uh, Wesker's son." She informed them.

"Wesker's son, as in Albert Wesker?" Claire pressed getting a nod from Sherry.

"He has antibodies to the C-Virus. Simmons..."

"I don't trust that man in the least," Claire scowled.

"Why?" Sherry asked just as Jake finally caught up with them.

He glanced at the two women then grabbed Sherry by the arm to talk privately with her.

"What is this?" he asked. "I thought you weren't supposed to come into contact with anyone?"

"They aren't just anyone!" Sherry told him straight, pulling her arm back.

"Everything alright?" Claire now asked as she stepped in to interrupt the pair.

"Yes," Sherry said as she looked to Jake. "We'll finish this later."

Jake looked to Claire, who now turned to walk with Sherry.

"Where we headed?" she asked.

"The Kwun Lung Building in Koochenge," Sherry informed her.

"Alright, lets head there then."

Jill was now left with Jake, who wasn't exactly one for talking which was fine as she wasn't up for listening anyway. Claire and Sherry were both locked in a really interesting conversation though as they now headed for the rendezvous point.

xXx

As soon as Carla had rid herself of Ada, she headed back to the Quad Tower in search of the virus to give to Simmons.

"Where did I put it?" she scowled as she brushed her notes and other such important documents aside. "It has to be here somewhere!"

She'd frantically searched high and low until finally finding it.

"Yes," she smiled triumphantly as she looked to the syringe in her hand. "With this everyone will see you for what you truly are, Simmons!"

She slipped it into her pouch to then head out, her men had found the exact location of Simmons whereabouts once she'd put them all on search and find duty.

"You will burn Simmons! Along with the world!" she thought smugly as she slipped back out.

Hopefully it could be her that injects him personally, if not she'd just send in one of the J'avo. They were expendable.

xXx

After pulling a few strings, Hunngian had helped them get on board one of the Service planes and first class to boot so that was something. The pair had even been allowed a change of clothes, which they appreciated a lot. The plane hadn't been in the air for all that long as Helena was now walking over to him, most likely she'd been talking with the pilots. The poor woman was looking pretty rough as she now slipped behind the table to take a seat.

She rested her elbows upon the table as she then buried her face in her hands before dropping her head to slip her hands into her hair.

"How're you holding up?" Leon now asked as he turned to look at her, knowing how tired and completely just ready to give up she looked.

She moved her hands away to raise her head to look at him.

"Why didn't you turn me in?" she asked. "You could have cleared your name."

"Maybe," he shrugged. "But how would that stop Simmons?"

She wasn't one for bringing others down with her, but Leon didn't seem to care that bit in the least about it. She shook her head in disapproval.

"Besides," he now added. "You're starting to grow on me a little."

She sighed as she looked to him, a smile now forming.

"Well I don't know about you, but I'm rather tired." He now yawned.

Helena nodded in return as Leon moved in his seat to get more comfortable before drifting off to sleep for a little while, Helena now doing the same. She hadn't slept since before the night Simmons had taken her and her sister hostage. Knowing Deborah was now safe, she was free to drift off.

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It wasn't long before the plane jolted the pair awake, or much rather Leon first.

"Helena," he called out to her as she was already half and half.

"Huh? What's wrong?" she asked before yawning.

"We have a problem," he warned her.

"What kind of problem?" she asked as the plane jolted once again.

"That kind," Leon finished as he slipped out from his seat to head to the cockpit, Helena now following on.

Upon reaching the cockpit, the pair were quite surprised to find a cocoon and thankfully it was just the one. They had no idea where the other pilot had gone to, maybe he was the one behind this and was now in hiding someplace. However, there was no time to dwell on that as the cocoon started to hatch.

"Hunnigan, we've got a problem." Leon now informed the woman. "The pilot's mutated into one of those things we faced back at the cathedral."

"That's not good," Hunnigan sighed. "You're going to have to find a way to get rid of it before it infects the whole plane."

He cut the connection to now turn to Helena.

"You don't think that thing can fly a plane, do you?" he asked as he looked to her.

She just gave him a serious look in return. There was never a dull moment when working with this man it seemed, but she didn't really have time for his jokes right now, especially now that they were high up in the air confined to an aeroplane with a spore creature that could easily infect them as well.

"This isn't going to be easy," he sighed as the thing suddenly took off through a roof hatch. "Oh, shit!"

"If that thing..." Helena cut herself off at knowing they were completely screwed all round.

"Come on, we've gotta stop it!" Leon gestured to her to follow.

"How are we going to stop it?" Helena asked as the pair headed back.

"Cargo hold?" Leon shrugged.

Helena gave a glum nod then turned to the panicked people, some of which were out of their seats.

"Everyone stay in your seats!" Helena warned them before another jolt had the pair scrambling for something to hold onto.

A few of the passengers had been sent to the floor, making it difficult for the pair to get around them.

"Why does no one ever do the decent thing and just stay the hell out of my way!" she groaned as she had to help heave a man from the floor.

"Thank you," he nodded in return, now heading back to his seat.

Leon was now well in front, desperately hoping that the thing would follow them to the back without any problems.

"Helena do you hear it?" he asked as he was now trying to pry open the door to the control panel.

Helena looked up, hoping she could catch a glimpse of it or better yet hear it's movements.

"Come out you disgusting sack of shit!" she taunted it.

"That should work," he smiled, as the thing now dropped down.

"Leon!" Helena now turned to him. "How's the hatch coming along?"

"Hunnigan, I'm gonna need your help here."

"Leon!" Helena called out again as the thing cackled like a god damn witch as it drew closer. "It's coming!"

"Almost there now. Got it!"

The hatch door started to open and anything and everything not fastened down would soon be sucked from the plane. Including Helena, who'd been unprepared at the time due to the thing getting closer to her. She screamed as she got pulled back with the creature.

"Helena!" Leon quickly grabbed hold of her wrist with one hand, while holding onto a metal beam for dear life with the other.

He heaved her back over with all his might.

"Hel..ena...press...the switch!" he told her as she used him for support to get herself off the ramp.

She pushed herself, grabbing onto to anything that would support her until she finally managed to reach the controls. As soon as the ramp started to rise Leon jumped from the middle of it to land back on the floor.

"Leon, you're going to have to get to the controls!" Hunnigan's voice rang out over the earpiece.

"I had a feeling you were gonna say that," he groaned as he headed off, Helena hot on his heels.

"Don't worry I'll walk you through it," she reassured him.

It was at least some comfort knowing she could help, but no matter things had gone from bad to worse and the gas from the creature had leaked into the air con.

"Just what we needed!" Leon huffed as he pulled out his pistols to quick shot anything in his way.

Helena was close behind picking off the rest with her Hydra, while also trying to avoid hitting the plane.

"We've got a clear path, let's move!" he barked.

Soon another jolt followed, this time quite forceful as it literally had the pair thrown off their feet to slam harshly into the wall of the plane.

"This is why I can never sleep on planes," Leon frowned as the plane now started to turn on its side.

Eventually the pair finally made it to the stairs, and so they started to climb, only once again the plane shook and Helena was sent tumbling right back down them.

"Helena!" he called back to her, hearing her groan as she pulled herself up.

"I'm alright," she reassured him.

"Good," he smiled. "Or else I'd have to carry you out."

"Like hell you would," she frowned. "I'd make sure you leave me here."

"Not a chance," he called back as he ran to the cockpit.