Chapter 27: Things You See In A Graveyard

"There has been a man sighted in Germany, being transported about in a wheelchair, blonde and very tall when he stands, his skin charred in places." The Scientist Carl told the 8 of them.

"That doesn't tell us anything Mr. Smith, there is a very small if not impossible chance of Albert's survival after the volcano, and missiles. Not to mention the fact that you seem to have no solid evidence." Hunnigan replied calmly with a sip of tea.

"You must believe me," Carl Smith pleaded. "He's only been sighted where the exact locations of old Umbrella laboratories were… and unless you believe in ghosts…" He grumbled as he filtered through his brief case, "Here is your damned evidence."

Jill gasped first raising a hand to cover her mouth, Chris clenched his fists at the images of the man thrown onto the table.

"It… It can't be." Jill whispered as a tear dripped down her face, remembering all those horrid memories of her capture.

Jake was confused, feeling hollow inside; he'd never seen his father before, and if this indeed was Albert Wesker, it was the first time he'd seen him in his life.

The chiseled handsome face, slicked back blonde hair and redder than red eyes, his pale skin was blackened in portions due the burning of the volcano. This man was his father? He looked more like a monster.

"It… It is still… Not enough evidence." Ingrid stammered.

"What the hell more do you need Hunnigan?!" Leon shouted across from the long table they sat around; four on each side.

"If that's not Albert Wesker, it's a very good double!" Jill retorted irritably.

"They are just pictures. For all we know this is some cybernetics trickery from The Organization."

"It's him alright…" The husky feminine voice came from the door.

"Ada?" Leon questioned seeing her figure slide in through the small opening in the door like a cat on the prowl.

Sherry saw Mr. Smith tense up at the sight of her and thought it odd, and nudged Jake's leg lightly as to not catch any attention, finding it surprising that Jake smirked and nodded; almost reading her thoughts.

"Don't trust him." Ada said frankly through dark contorted eyebrows, referencing to Carl.

"Wha- What do you mean?" The man responded nervously, getting to his feet.

All eyes were on Ada now.

"He's part of Tricell."

Everyone's eyes darted back to Mr. Smith, and Chris spoke first.

"Is this true?"

Carl slumped back into his chair and nodded solemnly, only Jake was left in the dark with this.

"What's this… Tricell?" He asked.

"It was another pharmaceutical company like Umbrella, but dabbled in other industries; natural resources and shipping." Chris explained rubbing his stubble slowly, Jake moved his head up and down in acknowledgment. "Your father poisoned the Africa branch along with his accomplice and head of the company, Excella Gionne."

Sherry frowned, something wasn't adding up.

"This is a trap?" Sherry asked not being able to hide the concern in her voice.

"No, I came here to help you, to warn you - the defenders of our Earth." Carl spoke gravely. "You have saved our planet, over and over again and now we need you once more…. The two biggest threats to our civilization are coming into play."

"You make it sound so, dreamy." Jake snorted. "Defenders of the Earth? Who are you trying to kid?"

Both Jill and Claire nodded.

"The kid's got a good point." Chris agreed.

"I can understand why you don't trust me Captain Redfield, but I am no longer with Tricell, not after Africa…"

"He's working undercover." Ada butted in with a deep scowl, her hands twitching for her gun.

"And where is your proof Miss Wong?" Hunnigan asked with an equally deep scowl.

Jake could see Ada gritting her teeth under her oh-so perfect façade, but she smiled pushing her discomfort away and shook her head, replying; "None."

Hunnigan had made her point, Sherry knew that, and as much as Ada and Mr. Smith had black crosses in their book, his story was more convincing, and with more evidence.

Sherry felt sorry for Ada, she could feel her sincerity and knew of Leon's complete faith and devotion to and in her, which made things difficult.

Ada no longer worked for The Organization or Umbrella, in fact she worked for nobody; just herself these days; still striding for her ultimate goal (- whatever that was), except for helping The DSO and The BSAA out when she wasn't AWOL; Ada would be gone for weeks at a time, nobody, not even Leon knew where or what she was doing.

"How did you acquire these pictures?" Helena asked from Leon's side, it was the first time she'd spoken all night. Since the death of her sister and the fall of Simmons her strategy's in life and work had changed completely, she didn't run into things head first without thinking anymore, and was quite the opposite, she would sit back and calculate.

"I-I have a few friends in the field who are w-watching for possible… i-incidents."

Jake frowned at the man's words, to the untrained ear the sentence would have sounded perfectly normal, but Jake was far from being normal.

"You don't sound too sure." He spoke up.

Jill looked to him and smiled lightly, had she picked that up too?

"I'm not sure what you are implying, Mr. Muller."

"Well," Jake started with a smirk, stretching out cockily. "You hesitated more than once when you spoke…" Next, he moved incredibly fast, bending over the table to look Carl in the eyes. "And why would you have people all over the world, waiting… for, 'incidents'?" Jake finished with a sly smile, his smirk widening. He could always tell a man's soul and emotions through eyes, and this man was good, very good at concealing all emotion and thought, he was so hollow.

"We've been on high alert since the recent activity in China, and Middle East."

"Fine." Jake answered slowly, being pulled back into his seat by Sherry.

"Leon, you know Ada was telling the truth." Sherry said as she handed him a cold beer back at her pristine apartment.

The conference with the ex-Tricell employee ended with Hunnigan arguing with Leon about the truth of Ada's words, Chris and Jill batted for both sides; believing both of them, that is until they had more solid evidence to support their theories.

The DSO members were dismissed and told to await further instructions, as Hunnigan was going to get her best people to analyze the photo's.

'Shit's gonna hit the fan,' Jake thought thoughtfully as he sipped his beer looking out the window at the sleet; The Organization were dormant, or so they thought and were on high alert to be shipped out immediately to eliminate the problem as soon as it arose, and now the man who abandoned him and his Mother before birth was wheeling himself around like a bad stink. 'What the hell am I supposed to do?' He thought anxiously, Hunnigan wouldn't put him up against his own Father, he'd be a liability. 'Hmph, to her I'd be a liability. Why would I go running to Daddy, when I want to kill him myself? Argh, after what he did to Mom? Damn, surle-'

"Jake!" Sherry shouted angrily as he was zoning out and not listening.

"What!?" He shouted back.

"I was asking if you believed Ada or that creep Carl?"

Her beautiful eyes were so passive all of a sudden as she waited for his answer, blinking slowly like stars in the distant night sky.

"Yeah… Ada. That Carl… there was something amiss with him, like he knew what our -"

"Reactions would be?" Leon finished for him. "He wasn't afraid."

Jake rubbed his free hand over his shaved head and looked to Sherry sitting in front of him on the opposite sofa, next to Claire.

Soon a long silence consumed the room, as they all thought of the possible outcomes.

"Who'd go after who?" The ex-Merc finally spoke after a long 20 minutes of contemplative thinking, looking automatically to each of them. "Meaning, would The BSAA take after, Alex… or my old man?" Jake lowered his voice as he asked the second question, "And us, who would we go after?"

Leon sighed, almost knowing this question was coming. He couldn't blame the kid, he was obviously curious about his father, if the shoe was on the other foot Leon would be.

"Our main objective would be The Organization. Chris would want to take care of Albert…" 'Again.' He added silently.

Sherry nodded, as much as she would love to kick Albert Wesker in the face for all the pain he'd caused her and everyone else, especially Jake, she wouldn't be comfortable with putting him in that situation. 'How would Jake react to meeting his father?'

"Don't worry, Jake." Claire spoke up, "I'll be with Chris the next time, I could give Albert a message? If you want… If… It is him."

Claire's words lingered in the air, nobody commented or moved.

"It was a stupid idea, I'm sorry!" Claire huffed feeling a little dejected.

"No Claire don't say that, it's just a lot to take in at the moment. Plus, what would I say to him?" Jake laughed, "I hope you burn in hell?" He smirked raising one eyebrow, "Oh," He laughed sadistically, "He did burn."

Everyone smiled at this, and swiftly changed the topic to whatever popped into their heads as long as it wasn't work related.

Some days later from the initial meet with Carl Smith the photographs had been checked and verified, and an urgent meeting was called later that night.

Hunnigan sat both DSO and BSAA members down at another long table resembling that of a buffet table, in a highly polished wooden room, decorated with one the finest computer systems.

Jake thought it must have been one of the higher classed meeting rooms, as seen as a 3D hologram of the DSO logo was revolving in the centre of the table. He took the time to quickly glance at everyone filing in, everyone from the usual crew was there except Ada and Helena.

"What's the low down?" Leon asked straight away once everyone was comfortable.

"We analyzed the photographs Mr. Smith gave us, it took us a few attempts because the image was set quite far away, and the pixels were a little shady." She explained and took a breath waving her hand in front of her to the hologram, changing it to a scanned copy of the photo's. "This is the original imaging from the images," She sighed, and waved her hand again to reveal a full 3D hologram. "We managed to create this from the various pictures provided, all at different angles…" The blue-ish hologram swiveled on the spot, "It has been confirmed from our specialists, they are 95% sure that it is, Albert Wesker."

"He was blown to pieces." Jill stated quickly in a daze. "And burnt to death."

"Yes he was, but the data matching and our resources to analyze it, say that he is walking the earth… so to speak." Hunnigan replied quietly.

Sherry had never seen Hunnigan look so sad before, she guessed it was natural considering Albert was the worlds number 1 threat for such a long time.

"And the plan of attack?" Chris demanded without hesitation, almost jumping from his seat.

"We don't have one yet Chris." Hunnigan replied weakly, "I called you all here to relay the information."

The answer was pathetic.

"And you called us here just for that?!" Jake snapped with a frown. "If we don't have a plan you could have called and told us over the phone."

Sherry grimaced as she looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with her boss or her hot headed boyfriend, because he did have a point, but she was her boss. However the more she thought in split seconds, she remembered it was unlike Hunnigan to call them into the office for a short amount of information.

"Do I have to remind you that I am your director Jake? I do not have to explain myself to you or anyone but the President of the United States! You are dismissed Mr. Muller!" She ordered raising her voice to a shout and pointed to the door.

This was bad, Sherry frowned darkly once Jake had slammed the door she too was getting annoyed with her boss, there was no need to go off the handle like that, he was only asking a question.

"Miss Hunnigan if I may." Sherry began as she got to her feet, looking as angry as a wasp. "Jake only asked you a question, and on behalf of him and I'm sure everyone else in the room! He has a very, good, point!" And with that she speeded out the door and slammed it shut in the same manner Jake had.

Hunnigan's already deathly pale face went an even whiter shade as two of her best agents walked out because of her.

Ingrid's gaze dropped to the wooden table, after a while she could hear shuffling in the room as people got up and left, only when the door closed with a soft whoosh of air did she look up.

"What's going on Hunnigan?" Leon asked, taking her by surprise.

"Leon… They all left because of me?"

"Yeah, you were kinda pointless today." He nodded with his words, being the honest man he was. "Jake had a good point, but you snubbed him… badly." Leon chuckled.

"It was wrong of me to do that, I know."

"So why did you? I mean you know Muller, Hunnigan, his temper would destroy you in a second if you riled him too much."

"I… I don't know, Leon."

Leon grinned painfully, something was wrong, normally Hunnigan was strong and knowledgeable.

"What's going on with you today? Why did you call us here for nothing?" He pursued getting increasingly worried.

"I'm not sure." She replied honestly, looking him in the eyes. "Since I received the images from the analysis department I haven't felt right, sick if I'm truthful. The thought of having not one but two Wesker's on the planet is more than sickening, it's… terrifying. And now we have the proof, I'm not sure I can handle it." Ingrid paused and took hold of Leon's nearest hand. "I'm making mistakes that I never made before, like just."

UPDATED: 16/01/2015 - Spelling, Grammar.