Chapter 38: The Organisation

The P31 was an enhanced version of the P30 which was made specifically for Jake as his antibodies and will power were exceedingly strong, any lesser like the P30 Jill was exposed to would have been completely useless. Albert had found this out from stolen data from his and Sherry's time in China, and had been working on the P31 for a long time since the stolen molecules of Jake's DNA were far too few to play with. Even after he'd managed to lure them to Germany, it still took awhile to get an accurate concentration of the liquid.

The P31 would be administered in large doses, quadruple the amount Jill had been on, but even though the strength of the serum was inexplicably high it was still showing signs of being rejected; Jake would frown or make some display of movement hinting that his body was almost his, but Albert prevented this by dispensing more serum his body and kept him solidly under his control.

"You must not reveal to Redfield that he is under my influence." Wesker had told Sherry once they'd settled into his small plane en route to Finland, then he turned to Jake who was now under his full control. "You will disarm any and all assailants should they attempt attacking me." It was just a matter of inputting the instructions into his forced conformed mind. "And if the opportunity arises to fight and destroy saint Chris you will do so." A dark laugh uttered from his thin lips, and Sherry sighed deep in her heart feeling more alone and lifeless than she'd ever felt. She had taken a seat next to the hollow Jake on the plane, taking one cold unresponsive hand into her own and brought it to her lips, gazing at him as the constant tears streamed down her face wishing he'd turn to her and say everything was alright.

"You trust me with my gear?" Chris asked, bringing Sherry back to the present.

"I trust that you take my words seriously when I say I will terminate their lives, and hope that you will suppress your murderous urges long enough to let them see another day." Wesker responded walking over to Ada, "And you my dear? Their fate also lies in your bloodstained hands." With his question he grabbed her face with one hand whilst the other ripped off the silver tape.

"Ah!" She groaned her lips smarting furiously once the tape had been removed, "You want me to work for you? You better pay." She replied dryly feeling the crawling heat come from the area her face had been taped, and could imagine vividly how bright red it was.

Albert half smiled at her defiance, wondering if she cared at all about her friends lives raising a hand with a glare.

"Ouch..." Ada commented bitterly after his gloved hand slapped her across the face hard, "That almost tickled. I see you've lost your touch since your fiery trip." She mused, receiving another slap from the blonde.

"Enough foolishness, Miss Wong! I expect more from you, your assistance is required in this matter. You know Alex's Organisation better than anyone here, plus he will be expecting you to crawl back asking for forgiveness."

"In his dreams..." She commented dryly rolling her eyes.

"You will help."

"Fine..." Ada droned knowing there was no point in arguing with him, he probably thought she still owed him from Raccoon.

With her confirmation final Albert stepped forwards bringing a knife from under his coat and began the light work of cutting her hands loose.

"Finish the rest." He ordered dropping the knife in her hands, following up by turning his back to her to look at his faithful spy, Carl. "You have done well Mr. Smith." Wesker praised taking slow strides towards the gruff man who stood alone cowering on the other side of the room. "You have been a great asset to me but, sadly our time is done." His hand soon found the hilt of his gun pointing it to the old man's head.

Nobody around the room spoke out, nor did they whisper for Wesker to stop his actions, none were about to jump in and save the sole person who had brought them together under different pretenses; yes under Wesker's say-so, but he had a choice like everyone, nevertheless he chose to lie to the American government and BSAA.

The moment Carl saw the gun he jumped and flew straight into a run, aiming for the door in the dark hoping and praying his employer wouldn't be able to see in the dark, yet he knew he could.

Wesker smiled and commemorated his ex-spy's bold move, gracing him with a gracious trademark smirk as he pulled the trigger.

'I'd say poor bastard... But, after he tried to turn Leon and the others against me... Good riddance.' Ada thought calmly watching the shadowed figure of the old man's corpse fall to the floor with a thud, promptly tucking Wesker's knife into her boot more from habit than trying to double-cross him.

"Alex's main base is near Kittila." She spoke up sternly looking to Wesker who had turned back to look at her and Sherry. "You know of this do you not, Albert?"

"Indeed, I have a helicopter near here that will take us directly to him."

"If we're going to fight, I'll need weapons." Ada stated with a shiver, Albert had taken her warm furry coat back in Germany when she'd been caught, he seemed to think she held hidden weapons and tools in it, at the time she'd laughed in his face calling him a suspicious old coot, though he was right and knew her all too well.

"You may have your arsenal back when we reach our destination, as will Birkin." Albert replied with a cock of his head, looking towards the BSAA members. "This will be like old times." He smiled again and laughed, Chris was gritting his teeth glaring at him, whilst Jill gave her best 'drop dead' face, the other guy was finally back on his feet but obviously wounded. "I see you are injured."

"Your fucking lap dog has broken my ribs." Jukka countered angrily his eyes pinned to the floor for the fright that if he so much as looked at this 'Wesker' the wrong way he'd have his eyes ripped out.

"Do not blame him for your misfortune... After all, you were the ones to attack first."

"Linnankivi won't be able to fight in his condition, I won't let him go with us." Chris chipped in seeing that Jukka couldn't stand up straight.

"Is that so, Redfield?" Wesker asked with a raised eyebrow, was Saint Chris giving him orders? He took a few strides towards the wounded man, eying him sceptically. "Your name?"

"Private Jukka Linnankivi." His deep Finnish voice boomed more authority than he thought possible, but he wanted to prove to this inhuman nutcase he wasn't too frightened and even found the courage deep within to look up into the blondes shades, suddenly remembering this guy was one of the men responsible for his Father and Sister's deaths.

"You are a local I see," Wesker mused feeling a grin come over his face as the young Finn that began to glare up at him with what he could only assume was hatred and anger. What had he done to deserve such glares from this young soldier, he wondered.

"Your Captain is right, you are unfit for the field, though I have no choice but to bring your dead weight along." Adding silently in his mind that nobody in this room would be leaving his presence alive, or somewhat breathing until he utilized them for upcoming projects.

By this point Jukka was halfway between shouting that he wouldn't go anywhere with the man partially responsible for many years of pain and torment, and the other half being over the moon pleased that he wasn't going to be left behind to freeze; at least he could give Captain Redfield some back up if things went tits up at The Organisation.

The chopper was situated one field away from the metal shack and was incredibly lavish, much like Jukka's uncles Land Rover had been, and it spoke highly of how well off Wesker was, even after all these years and 'death'.

The interior was leather, the colour scheme fitting perfectly with the colour of the helicopters paint; black and white, and had just enough seats for all of them to sit comfortably, although it was slightly awkward because Sherry hadn't said a word since Jake intervened the attacks on Wesker, Ada wasn't one for talking anyway, and Jake just sat there staring into oblivion like a statue in the Paris Louvre.

Nevertheless, however awkward the six of them would be as they got comfortable Chris noticed there was no pilot, and wondered if this helicopter had means to fly itself due to how expensive it must have been, but soon found that his peculiar thoughts were wrong when Wesker himself took to the pilots seat and geared himself up for the flight. Chris didn't even know his old Captain could fly, but then again the man was incredibly talented, even Chris couldn't deny that.

"Sherry?" Jill called over the small space receiving a weary nod from the blondes very fatigued face. "You're going to have a baby?" She thought that by asking about something positive would be best, but then again giving Jake's obvious current state maybe talking about their child would be hard.

"Yes." She smiled with warmth, happy to be talking to someone about it. "Almost a month, apparently." But her smile soon faded when she looked to Jake next to her. "I hope it's a boy." She managed to whisper above the choppers blades as they began to whirl above them.

The fresh glittering top layer of snow was kicked up from the sudden wind creating a man-made blizzard, and carefully they were pulling away from the ground and lifted into the moon filled air, their pilot as silent as ever.

"Hey," Jill hushed with a frown creeping forwards in her chair to reach out for her friends hands, taking them in her own briefly to send Sherry some strength. "We'll set things right."

"Damn right we will!" Chris joined in glaring to the cockpit and pilot with vengeance, "Whatever's wrong we'll fix it, I promise."

Sherry nodded feeling safer with Chris and Jill around, she appreciated at that moment how much Claire looked up to her brother, how much she worried and loved him, and could see why the comfort of a sibling was considered so high; like when you just wanted to be held by your mother or father, she was feeling that right now. But Sherry grew up knowing none of that past Raccoon, she had no parent's and had no brothers or sisters. Yes, she admitted that Claire and Leon were what she considered family but it still wasn't the same, and then there was Jake.

All emotions started gripping at her heart at these sudden realizations and remembrance of all the things she'd missed out on and wanted so desperately, on top of losing Jake to Albert's damn mind controlling shit, she could feel herself slipping. The depression was tugging at all parts of her sanity, desperately trying to pull her into the black abyss where she would eventually die miserable, cold and alone. A dark laugh filled her perturbed mind, sniggering at her own feelings, she'd died once already and that was preferable than how she was feeling right now.

Mindlessly her left hand jumped onto Jake's as he sat next to her looking uncaringly out of the window, her hand squeezed his hard, she didn't know if he could feel it, see things or hear freely as Jill had due to the serum being different, and probably wouldn't ever know.

Wesker never kept to his word, and when their times were up no doubt they would find themselves being locked in a prison cell dosed up on whatever hell Albert and his compatriots had cooked up, mutating into living nightmares, craving human flesh and destruction, and her baby would be taken to be dissected or be taught how to grow up to be a psychopath like it's grandfather.

If only Jake hadn't have changed those orders, maybe things wouldn't be as dire as they were now.

"Jake..." Sherry whispered desperately into his ear, trying to find any means of hope in his face, but those eyes that looked to her said there was nothing, even if he was shouting to her in his mind she couldn't see it.

Chris watched pensively at Sherry's actions, the way she grabbed Jake's hand like it was drift wood as the ship she'd traveled on had sunk and it was the only means to survive. He could see in her eyes that she was beginning to fall into some realm that would be hard to return from, should things right themselves and worried about her badly.

She spoke to him, a whisper, but Chris couldn't figure out what because the noise of the chopper was too loud, and Jake looked to her cold and unfazed. Chris couldn't put a finger on what was wrong, Jake could speak but he wasn't, what was keeping his run away mouth from speaking? Then he saw it, the smallest frown on the ex-Merc's face and Chris lurched forwards.

"Chris?" Jill asked with concern as her Captain leaned forwards to the mute Jake in front of him.

He didn't speak for the moment, just stared into Muller's still red eyes that looked back at him with no emotion, what he thought was a frown was gone and he sat back in his chair wondering if he'd imagined it for Sherry's sake.

"Is there a problem, Redfield?" Wesker's cold but curious voice called from the cockpit.

Jake's impassive eyes moved away from Chris' and the soldier answered a solid 'No', but he was left thinking over what he'd seen, it looked like he'd become aware then it was gone. Whatever Wesker had done to the kid, he was going to pay.

"You seem unnerved." Jake spoke out making Sherry jump a little, but she soon settled down once she released Wesker had given him orders to speak once in awhile to make speculation less, though at this point what was the point? It was more than obvious something was wrong.

"Usually you're a lot more chatty, kid." Chris replied with an inquisitive frown, feeling more unsettled when Jake's eyes settled on his with a hint of amusement behind the glowing orbs, which made him frown all the more. It was the first hint of emotion he'd seen since they'd met up, but then it was gone.

Frozen landscapes flew by below them and a few tiny ice-covered towns here and there, none knew how long they'd been traveling but Sherry guessed it had been about 45 minutes. Their pilot had taken his time flying through the cold night, and been up-most careful when a blizzard began that rocked and shook the chopper dangerously in its wind, and considering they were all still alive Wesker was obviously a good pilot who'd tackled the situation professionally.

In next to no time they felt a tilt in their seats and the heli was beginning to descend, the altitude decreasing steadily, hinting they'd reached their destination.

Ada looked out the window to her right as she was on the outer side of Sherry, Jake being on the other side, and looked down. Although the darkness was less because of spot lights on the helipad below them and the blizzard still bad, she knew where she was; they'd made it to Alex's Organisation Headquarters and her mind lazily wondered how Alex would deal with this sudden intrusion. 'He already knows.' She thought, his security cameras were well hidden around the helipad and small shack that would lead down into the facility, not to mention like Albert he had many spies working for him, no doubt one of Albert's scientists in Germany were one of his scouts.

Jukka looked out the window to his left just after Ada had, then stole a look to Jill who was looking very uncomfortable sandwiched between Chris and himself.

"You're a Jill sandwich." He commented with a chuckle moving his hand to Chris then himself, but soon regretted his giggle because his ribs began to smart again.

"...Why does everyone say that to me?" Jill muttered with a frown.

"Be on your guard." Wesker called from the pilots seat as he pressed a few buttons on the extensive dash board, flicking some switches above his head. "Ada will take point as she knows the base."

"Throw me under the bus why don't you." Ada commented rolling her eyes.

Once the chopper set down Wesker pressed another few buttons and the blades slowed to a stop, Jake was the first to slide the door open and jump out.

Sherry moved behind him closely ready to jump to the snowy platform below, but instinctively she looked up to see Jake looking up at her with his hand hesitating at his side as if he was about to help her. As her mouth went to speak Albert appeared around the side of the helicopter watching Jake's movements carefully, and she closed her mouth at once.

Wesker could see Jake's hesitation towards the bearer of his child. It was interesting to think that his boy was still resisting the P31, 'No, it is far too strong. Even the most virulent of minds wouldn't be able to resist.' Even so he remembered it had been awhile since Jake's last substantial dose of the drug so, perhaps control was returning to his young mind. 'We can't have that.' Albert smirked with phone in hand, tapping the unlocked screen to make more of his magic elixir enter his son's body; the effects were immediate, a slight lurch in his sons posture and the glossiness to his eyes returned.
Sherry frowned visibly, noticing what Albert had done but although he'd been administered with more P31 there was a certain look to Jake's eyes that symbolized life, she leaned forwards to make sure what she was seeing was real and not just her imagination, though when he blinked it was just that. Her imagination had started to play dirty tricks on her, there were no life signs behind those red orbs and she jumped down to the ground with a deep heavy heart.

"Weapons check." Chris said to his own team as seen as Wesker wasn't around to direct them or interrupt; they'd exited the chopper on the opposite side to the others and Albert had followed them, now was the perfect time to have a small pep talk.

"We used a few pistol clips back in the barn, but I'm full on everything else." Jill told him her voice hushed receiving an understanding nod from her Captain.

"We need to be vigilant, this could be a trap. The two Wesker's could be in alliance and luring us into whatever nightmare they've got down there." Chris whispered gruffly feeling the cold creeping up his spine once more as he reloaded his pistol.

"I assure you Redfield, myself and Alex do not have an alliance. I wish him dead, as he does me." The sudden voice of Wesker didn't make the BSAA party jump, much to his disappointment, "Grab some pistol ammo, you're going to need it." Albert spoke with the hint of disgust as he threw down a black metal briefcase, which coincidentally sprang open showing the magazines for their specific guns lined up neatly within the black foam of the ammo case.

Ada was given all her equipment back, along with some extra things like grenades, new arrows that had a hint of green on the arrowhead, which Albert whispered was poison, one that could slow Alex down, she'd asked quietly whether or not it would work on him, his response was a gleeful laugh. 'As he would be so stupid to let me have something that could harm him equally, especially after what Chris did to him with his own serum.'

Both Sherry and Jake were also given back their gear, however Jake was given a new gun that looked like a sniper rifle but actually held a much more precious type of ammunition, one that if he was free to think would never use, then again, maybe he would?

Wordlessly the group made way over to a small metal four walled shed with a door, Ada taking the lead as she was told and opened it, revealing a well lit staircase going down into the ground. It was a long staircase that eventually panned out in to a long, overly sterile blue-white corridor with a double door down the hall.

"You stay here." Wesker turned speaking to Jukka, who looked irate at his suggestion. "You aren't any good to us in there wounded."

"I can still fight." The Finn replied through gritted teeth, trying hard not to shout at the bio-terrorist, Wesker merely shook his head leaving the man standing there in his anger making forwards down the hallway, Jake following like a lost sheep.

"He's right." Chris finally spoke up, it killed him to agree with Wesker but he didn't want his young comrade getting hurt any further. "It is for the best." Chris explained seeing the annoyed look on Linnankivi's face, "You watch our exit, and if anything happens you come straight to us alright?" The young man had no choice, this wasn't a friend telling him to do something it was a direct order. "I don't know how long we'll be, but keep HQ posted if they make contact, good luck Private."

Jukka wished the Captain luck back and took a stance by the edge of the stairs, watching as Chris and Jill jogged up to the others, before finally opening the doors and exiting his eye sight.

The first room they were entered was a vast lobby, much like a reception area in a hospital except there were no desks, just signs on the overly white walls pointing down various feeder halls to more halls. The place was eerie, not to mention no person in sight, or a sound to be heard except for their collective breathing and footsteps.

"Ada." A loud voice called over the gigantic room, guns clicked and arms flew up pointing at all directions. "I see you have brought your friends with you." It was over the facilities P.A system. "And Albert! So good to see you..." The voice recognizable as Alex uttered sarcastically, "We have business to discuss. I'm working in the training hall behind Lab 6, Ada."

"I guess we have our heading." Ada remarked dryly leaving the impression she wasn't fazed at all by being there, "Follow me."

No, she was far from being phased, she was terrified, the thought of meeting face to face with Albert was bad enough, but Alex was another kettle of fish she really did not want to deal with, yet the only thing good was she could feel the adrenaline of the imminent fight in her veins.

Why was she so afraid? She asked herself as she led the group towards Lab 6; the possibility of death was the problem. She wanted to at least have some relationship with Leon before she died, to at least be able to tell him once more that she really did love him, and that she was sorry after the hell she'd put him through to ensure he survived when they'd accidentally bumped into each other over the years. Plus, she hadn't accomplished her 'goal' yet, she'd managed to survive and escape from many outbreaks in her lifetime as well as the other harsh events in her life but, she knew that if she would die from someone's hands, it would be one of the Wesker's.

Sherry looked around at the party, all six of them, considering what emotions they had planted on their faces and what thoughts they could be having at the present.

People watching at this late stage in the game was a bad idea, but her mind wasn't anywhere near as stable as it had been a week ago so she didn't really care all too much if her mind wandered.

Ada was at the front of the pack with Wesker and Jake right behind her, all of them looked so blank and cool with the situation that she banked on their thoughts being nothing, or at least Jake thought of nothing, Ada and Wesker on the other hand probably thought of Alex and how this little debate would go, settling quietly that someone or someone's would die tonight. Sherry herself knew that.

Her eyes panned across to the two remaining BSAA members, Chris and Jill and began to worry about Claire, what if someone did die? And that person was Chris? Thinking this negatively was bad, not even when her parents had died had she been this off balance, and was this now the right time to give her psyche an evaluation? She shook her head vigorously hoping her harmful thoughts would fly from her temples and leave her alone, an angry puff of air blew from her nostrils generating her to think back to her previous thoughts and speculations.

Chris had a light crease in his brow proving he was frowning from concentration as he took in his surroundings carefully, his pistol was gripped tightly in his hands but pointed downwards. Sherry could see the tension in his muscular arms, screaming that he was prepared for anything should something jump out at them. Sherry guessed that Captain Redfield was also thinking of Alex, but also of Albert and of Jake, and... more than likely, he was thinking about everyone and everything at once. Through the manic thoughts of worrying about everyone he had a clear rationality when it came to being in danger and fighting, he always seemed to know what to do and what to say, where to kick and where to punch. From thinking of Claire's well being he'd be able to think of kicking the shit out of Wesker, from finding out that Jill had the P30, he fought her with almost no remorse. He had that cut-off point where personal feelings and what had to be done drew the line, and never mixed the two. Unlike herself.

She repeated the same thought process in her head for Jill, she wore an intense look on her face also showing her personal signs that she was well prepared for unknown entities and jumping shadows, she held her machine gun instead of her pistol, perhaps it was how silent the building was that sprang her into making that decision, after all she'd been through many a catastrophe that was all too quiet, to find numerous baddies lurking in the tranquility. Sherry bet Jill was wondering how tough Alex would be to take down, then they'd have the age old problem of Albert resting on their shoulders. Maybe Chris should have agreed with Valentine about letting Jake and herself die, what would've happened then?

Then it was time to think about herself at the back of their formation shaped like a diamond although she desperately didn't want to, and thankfully something caught her eye before she could delve more into self loathing; it was a subtle movement, but she saw it.

Jake had moved his head to the side briefly but she could feel his eyes on her from the corner of his eye, though it looked like he was looking onto his father who seemed to look and nod back... Maybe she was imagining it?

The corridors were larger than any Jill had been in, and had the feel of a military hangar for some reason even amongst the many empty labs.

"Why's this place deserted?" Sherry asked loudly, aiming the question to Ada.

"I don't know, the last time I was here people were everywhere." Came her answer, and everyone went back to being silent and wary.

'LABORATORY 6: BIO-WEAPONARY STASIS CHAMBERS', was the name next to the set of double doors they'd finally reached after walking down the numerous hallways they thought would never end. 'This can only end well.' Sherry thought after re-reading the white plaque with black lettering raising her gun slightly as Ada pushed open the double doors with her foot. The doors were the kind that restaurant's had; no catch and could be pushed either way with ease and would fling back to being shut.

Miss Wong looked cautious, thinking that was probably exactly how she felt, how many times had all of them walked into a lab with specimen tanks to have one miraculously drain and a monster pop out? Too many times to count.

The group made way through the double doors with guns held high as they entered, well all except Albert who just had a look of displeasement burning across his shaded face.

"Oh my god..." Jill whispered ahead of Sherry, her amazed shock was also felt by both Chris and herself.

The room was indeed a stasis chamber; the chamber was full of stasis tanks, large cylinder ones that were from floor to the ceiling and all occupied by body parts from various things, the room itself must have been the size of a football pitch.

A Hunters severed head was floating around in the transparent blue-hued liquid before Jill at the moment, its wide dead eyes glaring at her as she looked at it, it's mouth was parted broadly as if it were screaming one of its shrill cries. The next she moved on to was part of a humanoid arm, very pale, muscled and the hand balled into a fist the size of a small boulder, she looked down the tank to a small plaque with the engraving of the subjects name: Tyrant T-002. At this she let the hand supporting her gun from beneath leave it's place to rub a hand over her mouth, dragging her eyes from the name plate to look around at the countless things that filled the room.

Albert raised his eyebrows at the sight before him, it had taken him back at how much work his old friend/brother had done over the years stealing parts of the B.O.W's Umbrella and himself had created. It was an immense and valuable collection that soon he would possess, 'This will make working a lot easier.' He mused keeping his eyes trained on the specific stasis chamber his eyes had locked on to, containing a B.O.W he himself had over seen during creation. 'I assume every virus we ever created and more are here within these walls.' A teeth bearing grin came to his face at the possibilities, feeling like he was mimicking the great 4 meter shark he stopped, letting his lips settle back into their thin line and moved on.

Sherry looked through the tanks fleetingly taking note quickly of each she observed; Hunter parts, a full Shark code name Neptune, half decayed Dobermans, giant curled up spiders, parts of a body she couldn't place but the name plate had said Chimera, a number of human looking arms all in a long row, a fleshy head with a huge tongue she knew to be one of a Lickers;

A full plant creature that had gunshot wounds in its top foliage, a giant mutated heart sat in a small glass chamber on a metal shelf along with other smaller parts of ex-B. including teeth and claws;

A giant crab claw - or could it have been a scorpions? An 'Albinoid' which looked like a salamander mixed with human DNA, an ape with missing flesh and fur exposing muscles that had bullet holes in its body, the torso and arms of something called a Garrador that reminded Sherry of a horror film she'd seen once about a metal clawed menace hiding out in people's dreams;

A familiar bone chainsaw arm was floating in another from one of the C-Virus creatures, part of what would have been an enormous snake was occupying the one next to the chainsaw its large white dead eye looking at nothing as it floated in half its skull, a dozen mutated piranha's, giant barnacles from what again must have been something massive, a giant oozing mass which made her raise her eyebrows in amusement looking to the code name as Ooze;

Again another complete row the length of the room stood 5 rows back from where she stood was and full of entire bodies belonging to virus subjects each complete with a gunshot wound to the head, thinking if these bio-weapons were ones Alex and his company had killed or had they salvaged them from the remnant work others did, like the BSAA? Had the Organisation gone around cleaning up the aftermaths for their own sick purposes?

She continued on to large dragonfly type wings that had once belonged to god knows what, she sighed internally at the boredom she was getting at reading the names of the Bio-weapons, agreeing to just focus on the contents;

A large stone tablet with a strange fossilized worms sat in one of the chambers but was devoid of liquid, though she was sure that the air had been sucked out and it was being preserved in other ways.

The next creature made her stop in her tracks, it completely horrified her, again like the so called Garrador this thing looked like it was straight from an alien movie; which coincidentally was the title name of the film. It's black body was scaly yet muscled and tall, the tail that protruded from its back was extremely long and pointed like a spear as were its claws and it made her want to know it's given name: 'Verdugo'. Hell this thing was frightening, it's mouth was like an insects and eyes were redder than Albert's, even though it was meant to be dead, 'I really do hope this thing is dead...'.

"It was a Plaga creature your friend Kennedy tussled with." Wesker suddenly explained making her jump out of her skin. "It is dead, as are all of these creatures. They are being preserved for experimentation."

Sherry nodded in response and continued walking a little further ahead of Albert to see Jake stop in his absent minded steps, her eyes instantly followed his to another tank devoid of liquid that had managed to hinder him.

"Oh..." Her voice was lost as she jogged to his side to stare at one of the things that had haunted their journey throughout China; it was one of the mechanisms from the Ustanak's arm, one that he'd discarded in one of their fights.

"Is there a problem?" Wesker called, wondering why Jake had stopped to look at such an item, but his dead gaze looked to him confirming he was still under the P31's influence, and replied with nothing.

Sherry caught herself before she explained to Wesker that the piece of equipment had been part of their memories in China, holding her breath with her eyes closed she turned her head back to continue gazing around the colossal lab.

Wesker was too preoccupied at the moment to think about inducing Jake further into the P31's hold should he be waning, because his eyes had alerted him to an empty stasis chamber to his right. The curiosity churned within him, giving in to its interest seconds later he let his feet take him to the tank to observe. He frowned slightly at the emptiness of it, indeed it was strange as seen as all tanks looked filled with something or other.

Feeling another person behind him he made his frown disappear before seeing Saint Chris appear to the right of his sight.

"This was meant for you." Chris announced with a mocking tone, hearing his old Captain grunt at his suggestion but soon the stern blank face was plastered with anger, and his eyes flared as Albert looked to the bottom plaque and read his own name.

"ALEX!" He shouted with all his might slamming his fist into the tanks glass, being even more upset that his strike hadn't even shattered it.

Chris smiled as he walked away from the raging Wesker feeling a sudden burst of fondness for the other enigmatic Wesker child.

Albert's breaths became ragged as he breathed through his teeth while the searing fury bubbled inside like a fountain of lava. Alex had wanted to gain his remains and use them as a test subject! Him!? Albert Wesker? God and Savior of the Earth!?

The blinding rage set the blonde into an even more sinister mind set, there would be no negotiating Alex's death to make things more amusing for his own entertainment, no, not now, he would die.

His rage carried him through the room in a stomping blaze not even waiting for the automatic door to go up into the ceiling, his right arm shot out before him and punched it with all his might. With ease it came away from the ceiling with a crunch of metal, and flew backwards in to the room it was concealing.

The rest of the group jogged into the room following Albert who'd moved in his blinding speed towards the figure who'd briefly been standing at a huge computer set up at the back of the new area.

- I apologize if the format of this has been posted strangely compared to what I normally make it, I've been having serious issues with Word and F. =(
- I thought a huge lab with pretty much every kind of BOW would be a cool idea, imagine walking into that yourself? O.o
- I hope you are still enjoying this - I know I always wonder XD 'cos I'm self-conscious about my writing skills.
All my love!
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