AN: Can of Coke + Can of Coke + Can of Coke equals: OMG BLADDER.

Leon couldn't believe it, Wesker was involved? He tried to question the dizzy Colonel as to whether he as sure he'd seen him, but lance either ignored him, or he couldn't hear what he saying, for he didn't answer.

--Shit, this is bad. But I don't understand why he'd do this..-- Leon wondered to himself --just how is having this guy infected with the virus helping him?--

From his little hidey-hole somewhere in the massive lab, Wesker smirked. Sp they'd figured it out. NO need to worry, like he'd done many times before, once they'd served their purpose, he'd simply kill them and dispose of them, after all, what else were those special incinerators for?

But just the Red Jacket and Leon. After all, he needed the other one for the next stage of his plan, he couldn't have him die...from anything but the virus.

But how to separate them...?

Rachel led them back to the room she'd pole axed the Bandersnatch in, and sure enough, its umbrella impaled body was still there.

Leon pulled a face "that is GROSS, what is it? And why does it have an umbrella stuck in it?"

Rachel shrugged "I have no idea and I wanted to kill it", were her answers to the above questions.

She slotted the second piece into the statue, and sighed, looking at the other two spaces yet to be filled.

--Where the heck are we going to find them? And even if we do, where does it lead?—

These questions and more spun round in her head. Maybe it would give them a clue to the missing cardkey that the last door remaining required. --But where does THAT door lead? Is there a basement level here too?--

"We've search pretty much every room, maybe we missed something, we gotta go back and check them over..." Leon at last suggested. It sounded like a good enough plan, check every nook and cranny of this place to see if they could get the last pieces.

But just as they began to leave, there was a muted click, as the doors locked themselves again. Red frowned, was it another Bandersnatch? One of those weird monkey things perhaps?

As it happened, it was neither, the only thing that came filtering through the vent in the ceiling...was gas.

"What the?!" Rachel swore, sniffing the air "what is it?"

"Its gas, hold your breath!" Leon commanded, as he made an attempt at knocking the door down, but it was no good, it was securely locked.

But they couldn't hold their breath for long, they did have to breath eventually. But unfortunately for them, just a small amount of the gas was enough to cause instant KO. So one breath was all it took.

Several minutes after the gas had dissipated, the door unlocked, and someone strode in. It cast a quick glance over the sleeping figures, then seen the one it was after. It carefully picked that person up, and simply carried them from the room.

The other two would get to live a little longer, for he wasn't done testing the B.O.W.s yet...and he needed more battle data.

--Ugh, my head...-- Rachel thought groggily as she finally came round after the gassing. What the hell had happened? She sat up, looked round to see if the other two were okay, and discovered the problem.

"LEON!!" she yelled at him, giving the American a rough shake. He swatted a hand at her, and tried to go back to sleep. So she tried again.

"Leon!! The Colonel, he's gone!!" There words woke Leon up pretty fast. He sat up quickly, realizing in a second that she was right.

"But how?" he asked. Then realized, the gas incident had been set up just for this. "That "Wesker" asshole, this is his doing!" he swore, Rachel looked upset, and worried.

"What're we going to do? We gotta get him back!" She shook her head "god knows what that guy will do to him!!"

Leon opened his mouth to answer her, but then the phone on the desk rang.

Both turned to stare at it, and eventually Red reached up at took the handset, holding it up to her ear.

"Hello...?" her voice seemed to echo on the line, and thought it was just a dead call, but then she heard a voice. A slick, oily voice that made her blood run cold.

"So you're one of the rats that's been scurrying around my laboratory?"

Leon strode over and pressed the speakerphone button, the voice rang out clearly in the cold room.

"And it's good to see you too Leon."

Red's hands clenched tightly, she glared at the phone "Can the pleasantries "Wesker", where's the Colonel?!"

The voice laughed "so he told you my name, hm? Well, no matter." one the other end of the phone Wesker smirked, then continued "as for your precious Mr. Schneider, he's in my hands now, so don't worry."

Rachel slammed the table with her hands, glaring at the phone "What the hell are you planning?! WHY HIM?!"

Wesker just laughed "One thing at a time. First of all, I need your precious officer because only with his...type, will the virus work."

Leon stared "Type? You mean his nationality?"

Wesker laughed coldly "let me give you a little back history I bet your friend hasn't told you. At the time when raccoon city was infected with the virus, a special squad was sent into the city to try and recover some important items of interest. Most unfortunately, they were killed in the missile attack, it wasn't considered a priority to get them out."

Rachel stared, what was this guy on about?!

Wesker continued "It was some months prior to now that I came across their medical records. Two in particular caught my eye, a Michael and Fran Schneider. Perhaps you know them?"

Rachel gaped "his...parents..."

"That's correct little girl. I discovered they both had a very rare DNA type, one which could have been useful for far more then just a common zombie. I did some research, and found out they had a son, who would have inherited that condition since both parents carried it."

"So you set this whole thing up just to get your hands on him?!" Leon snapped.

"Precisely. It took some time to find him, but by chance, one of my workers found out he was working in your little militia."

Rachel stared as she finally figured it out "the break in...when those samples were stolen! You've been using a mutated form of the virus? ARE YOU INSANE?!"

Wesker just laughed "far from it. With his help, I can create something far superior to the Tyrant, better then anything ever imagined."

Red tilted her head slightly, and seen a glint in the top corner of the room. So he was watching them too. She turned to look at the camera, her eyes cold and angry.

"That virus is going to KILL him, what good is THAT to you?!" she yelled. "You must've really lost it you stupid bastard!!"

"I'd watch your language little girl, and far from it, his unfortunate demise will help me enormously. You see, once the body is dead, the virus can fully take over, mutate if you will...and become my creation, my servant."

There was a click, and the line went dead.

"IM GONNA KILL YOU ASSHOLE!!" Rachel yelled. Leon stared at the phone which was now emitting a dull tone. Wesker had lost it, he must have.

Rachel forced herself to calm down, getting upset wouldn't get her friend away from that madman.

"There...has to be a cure..." she choked out at last, re-loading her berretta, "let's go."

Leon nodded, and followed her out of the room. He recalled the same reaction from when she'd found the proof of the pilots deaths just last year. She wouldn't rest until someone paid the price.

In an underground lab, below the incinerator room, Wesker put the phone down and laughed slightly. It was fun to toy with the other two, madden them with the knowledge that they could scurry about all they liked, they would never reach him in time...

He swiveled his chair slightly, to glance over at the experiment table, where the focus of this whole idea lay. The figures breathing was irregular, the monitors showed the fever and sickness were rapidly winning. As he watched, the young man made an attempt to waken, but exhaustion quickly won over and he fell into sleep again. Not long now.

"Rachel, wait!" Leon called after her. She was striding off blindly, gun in hand. He had to calm her down before she did something stupid. He put on a burst of speed and grabbed her arm, pulling her round to face him.

And seen from the look on her face that if she'd been mad before, she was furious now. Or upset at least.

He sighed, and wondered how to sort her out. She swiped her sleeve across her eyes, and sniffed slightly.

"Sorry...but when I think of people like Wesker killing people for amusement, it makes me sick..." she said at last.

Leon patted her shoulder, offering a weak smile "don't worry, we'll get him back-"

"Well well, am I interrupting something?" Both turned at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Ada?" red blinked, remembering what Leon had said earlier.

Ada smiled "Long time no see, 'Rachel', isn't it?" she walked towards them, and in one smooth movement, tossed two objects towards her without breaking stride. "Catch."

Rachel quickly caught the two objects, and stared in surprise. They were the last two of the metal pieces they needed for the statue.

"Where did you-?" Leon asked as Ada came to stop in front of them. She smiled, "oh, I did a little searching." she looked at Rachel, "Your little boyfriend got kidnapped didn't he?"

Rach nodded "Wesker has him. And he's he going to kill him if I don't do something.." she stared at the items, still in shock.

Ada nodded, then walked to her, turned her round, and shoved her towards the office again "then get a move on."

Numbly, Rachel did. Once the final slots were filled, a part of the wall next to the wall screen opened up, and inside lay a pass card. They didn't need telling twice, they dashed full speed for the card-locked door they'd come across at the start.

--I only hope we're not too late...--- Rachel thought fearfully. --Please don't let him die...--