A/N: I'm sorry I haven't posted for a while. I was writing one of the later chapters and I have been bogged down by home work and finals. So thanks for baring with me. I hope to get some more reviews for this, and thanks to those who do/did review.

The car screeched to a halt outside of what looked to be a modest middle class home. Logan shut off the car and stepped out. He walked around the car and past Megan, as she got out, towards the house.

"Ok just so you know there are other people here so you don't have to worry about not meeting new people," Logan said with a smile that vanished as soon as he opened the door. "What the hell?"

From what Logan could see the house was a mess. Signs of an invasion were evident. In the kitchen the cabinet doors were ripped off their hinges and the contents of the cabinets were thrown everywhere. The living room wasn't much better, the carpet was in shreds and floor boards were ripped up. The sofa cushions were sliced up and the stuffing lay on the ground making the room look like an avalanche came through.

As soon as the words left his lips Logan put a hand out so Megan would stop and took the pistol from the holster. He stepped into the house cautiously; making sure Megan was not following him. Quickly Logan scanned the room and noted that most of the furniture was strewn about haphazardly and provided hiding places for anyone who wanted to ambush them. He backed up to a small wall that jutted out about two feet between the foyer and the living room. Slowly he went to the ground and poked his head out from behind the wall. Logan craned his neck trying to get a full view of the living room. Once he was satisfied, he stood up again and warily walked over to the awning of the kitchen. He sidestepped into the kitchen passing the pistol over the entire room. There was a countertop in the dead center of the kitchen. Logan walked around it avoiding any surprises. He was happy that the kitchen had only one entrance and exit because that minimized the possibility that anyone could attack him from behind.

Logan walked back to the living room and entered it this time. The T.V. had been impaled with a chair leg from the love seat and the love seat was over-turned behind the couch. With a hand gesture Logan waved Megan into the house and pointed to the kitchen. Holding the knife in both hands in front of her chest ready to strike anyone, she hurried into the kitchen. Logan continued into the living room and went to the back wall near an opening on the left that lead to a hallway.

As he went into the hall he made a sharp left and went into the bathroom. Opening the door, he checked the room and turned back to the hallway. It was a short hallway, but there were a few rooms lined up along the hall on either side. Starting on the right Logan opened the doors and checked out the rooms, but didn't find anyone.

Finally he found himself in front of the last door in the house. He reached for the handle and turned it slowly. The door began to creak as he opened it so he opened it just enough to get he hand through and flick on the lights. Then he shoved the door open and aimed the pistol madly around the room. The room was empty except for computers that had been smashed in a hurry because the pipe that was used to smash them was still in one of them.

Logan put the pistol back in the holster and walked back to Megan. "It's okay no one's here."

"So we're fine then. No one's going to pop out and kill us?"

"Not unless they can turn invisible."

Megan let out a sigh of relief then grabbed her stomach just in time to hear a loud rumble erupt from within. "Um…got any food?"

"I think so check the fridge." Megan turned and walked over to the fridge and opened it. There were a few slices of cheese and some milk in it.

"I guess that decides it, got any bread?" Logan silently pointed towards on of the cabinets while pressing the little button above the pistol grip and catching the clip as it fell out. He slid the remaining bullets out of the clip there were ten in total. As he walked out of the kitchen he replaced them in the clip and went to his room. He knelt down beside his bed, reached underneath it and came out with a large cigar box. Before he left he went to his dresser and opened up one of the drawers. He took a pair of Khakis out of the drawer and a dark blue shirt that read FBI on the breast. Stopping at the mirror, he tossed around his blondish-brown hair before he continued back to the kitchen.

"Give me your knife." Logan said as he came back into the kitchen.

"No way!" Megan exclaimed with cheese sandwich in her mouth.

"How lady like," Logan said sarcastically "No…really, here you get this." Logan handed her the gun he procured from the guard.

"What about you?"

"I'm ok, I've had a Beretta under my bed." Logan showed her the pistol and put it back in the holster. "You do know how to work that right?"

"Uh…no not really."

"Ok here," Logan walked around the countertop and stopped next to her. He took the pistol from her hands and began to show her the basics. "This is the safety right here," Logan pointed to a button near the trigger guard. "Obviously with it on you can't fire. Here is the clip release," Logan pointed a small lever below the safety. "Push it to release the clip and put in a new one. This is a Glock so the clip may not slide out and you may need to take it out. Finally don't aim at anything you don't intend to kill if need be."

"Right, I'll remember that." Megan said as she took the pistol back and flicked the safety on. Logan walked to the fridge and took out some cheese to make a sandwich for himself. As he was making the sandwich he began to explain to Megan what they would do next.

"Since there is no sign of either a body or a lot of blood that means most likely my team is still alive."

"How do you know someone didn't just clean up the bodies and all the blood?"

"Well they probably would have cleaned up the house too." Logan said like Megan had said something obvious. "Anyway, if they are still alive then we need to find them," Logan paused to take a bite out of his sandwich. He put his hand in front of his mouth and continued. "Mand sho ve need tuu find zem."

"Please don't talk with your mouth full." Megan said like Logan was a child.

"Oh…sorry anyway I think they'd probably go to the police station since they were discovered."

"So then let's go."

"Yeah let me finish first."

"You're friends could be hurt and you're sitting here eating?"

Logan sighed. "Fine let me get my badge first." He walked away still eating his sandwich and headed into his room to get his badge out of his dresser drawer. As Logan was walking back to the front door it hit him. He didn't know anything about this girl and yet she knew a lot about him.

"Hey you know I don't even know your last name." Logan said polishing off the last bite of his sandwich.

"Yeah I don't like to give out that much information about myself like I've already said."

"I do need some information about you before I can fully trust you."

Megan sighed. "My last name is Krieg."

"Megan Krieg?" Logan nodded. "Ok let's go."

They walked out of the house and went towards the car.

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Robert froze as the guard walked over towards them. He stopped right in front of them both and looked at Robert. The man was obviously from the military because he had that disciplined nature about him. His head pivoted towards Robert and he lifted his square jaw. It looked as if he was actually going to attack him with his chin. Robert would have laughed if he wasn't so terribly afraid of this man.

"Robert Olan?" Robert couldn't speak, he only nodded.

"Come with me." Robert stood up quickly and shuffled behind the man as he did an about face and began to walk out of the cafeteria. The burly guard led him through the plain, sterile, lifeless hallways to Robert's project leader whom consequently was also the head of this branch of Umbrella and this facility. He was quite a man to be feared. When Robert walked in his boss was behind his desk facing the opposite wall. The guard shut the door and the computer chair swiveled around and revealed a man about six-foot nothing, balding with black hair turning gray, and a little pudgy. His brown eyes fixed upon Robert, they traveled up and down Robert taking him in.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Sampson?"

Sampson sat there for what felt like a thirty minutes but was really only thirty seconds. "Ah, my boy. I'm glad you came by you're just the person I wanted to see. What a coincidence."

"But Mr. Sampson you called me here."

"What? Oh no, no, no you must be mistaken. Why would I call you here?" He said with a sort of fake chuckle.

"Well you did say you wanted to see me."

"Are you mocking my boy? I've given you carte blanche on your project at such a young age and this is how you treat me." His tone turned from anger to a fake forgiveness. "Well despite your arrogance I'm giving you a proposition. I was feeling generous and I decided that since I am so busy with other matters that require my full attention, since I'm one of the most powerful men in Umbrella. You know you're lucky to have known me. Anyway since I'm so busy I'm making you head of this facility. I just simply can't run it on my own and I thought of you."

Robert was speechless; it was obvious that Sampson was afraid for some reason because he was rambling so much but he wasn't sure why. He stood there for a few seconds just staring at Sampson. Before he could even formulate words Sampson began to talk again.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Here I'll help you out 'Thank you Mr. Sampson' and you would then shake my hand and say, 'I promise not to disappoint you since you're a powerful man in Umbrella. And thank you again for this opportunity I would never be able to do anything if it wasn't for you.' Then you would leave silently and go pack your things up." It was as if he actually believed that he was God himself. Robert still stood there speechless. "Oh for God's sake you know what you're welcome," He snapped his finger and pointed at Robert "Just get him out of here."

On command the beast of a guard walked towards Robert and grabbed his arm. They "walked" out of the office. The guard dragged Robert all the way to his old office and shoved him inside before shutting the door.

For a little while Robert just stood looking at the door. After he was sure the guard left he walked to his desk and sat down. "What the hell am I getting into?"

He began to get extremely scared since he still had no idea what he was working on and now he was getting promoted to head of the entire facility. The wheels on his chair squeaked as he walked it over to his computer. He started to go through old documents about the project that were submitted to the main office of Umbrella somewhere in Europe. It seemed that they were apparently working on a way to either cure or suppress the AIDS and HIV viruses. Then why all of the secrecy about the project? If it's a routine experiment on AIDS or HIV then why do all of the teams have to work on separate projects within this one experiment? Wouldn't it be better to have more brain power working on one cure than separate parts of the project? Furthermore why was he working on a way for the viruses to live symbiotically with the human body?

Something was definitely askew, and Robert didn't like it at all. Sampson was most likely setting him up for a fall of some kind. He wasn't going to take that fall. Robert stood up and walked to the door. As always when he was frustrated or just couldn't think he made his way over to the guard's area and go to the gun range.

"Hey Mr. Olan," It was one of the guards that Robert was friendly with. "What do you want today? Nine millimeters or forty-fives?"

"Oh, hi Bill I'll take the nine millimeters. Um…let me have the SIG P220."

"Ok, here you go. Oh and twenty-bucks says you can't make a smiley face."

"You're on." Robert pulled a twenty out of his pocket and put it in the table after receiving his weapon. Robert walked over to the line and put a target on the pins and pushed the button on the wall to make it go down the line. He held up the gun and looked down the sights. Exhaling, Robert checked his aim again and squeezed the trigger. For six more shots he followed the same pattern. After he was finished shooting he took the target back to the front and showed it to Bill.

"Pay up."

"Oh come on that one eye is off a little."

"By a millimeter; it can't be perfect."

"Fine, here." Bill handed him forty dollars from the other side of the metal cage.

"Ok I'll see you tomorrow Bill." Bill stopped him. "Wait, give me the gun."

It was true; Robert had forgotten that he still had the gun in his hand. He must've had too much on his mind. "Sorry Bill, I almost cost you your job today."

"Eh, if you don't say anything I won't." Bill waved him off as he left. Robert quickly went back to his room, stopping off at his office to lock the door.

He wasn't sure what was ahead of him but he was sure he was going to have to act fast to counter what Sampson was setting him up for.