Chris pulled a rifle from the rack of weapons and weighted it carefully. It had a good balance and a decent scope. Chris rapidly stuffed the weapon into a bulging black bag filled with guns and ammo. Call him paranoid, but he wasn't about to be caught empty handed when the time came for a real fight. That, and he couldn't shake what had happened the last time he had come into a fight ill-prepared.

Sheva burst into a sprint, the Wesker-Monster close behind. Chris pulled out his handgun, as he had run out of ammo for all his other weapons. Sheva clutched her bleeding side, desperately trying to move faster than a limp. She leaped onto another island in the center of the oppressive heat of the volcano. Her lungs burned, and she was unable to run any further. She collapsed from exhaustion and her injuries.

Chris fired three shots from his Beretta. All three shots hit Wesker-Monster, but the damn thing didn't even flinch. He cursed under his breath as Wesker-Monster grabbed Sheva with his black tentacles. She wouldn't feel a thing if he killed her. Wesker-Monster laughed and ripped her in half, spilling her innards all over the floor. Chris screamed in horror. He went into a monstrous rage. When he woke up, he was in a helicopter flying to safety.

Chris couldn't forget the sight of Sheva's body, or what he had failed to do. He had nightmares, these more fresh and haunting than the old ones, reminding him every day of his failure to his partners.

He sighed and muttered to himself, "Not this time. Not now."

Chris slung his bag over his shoulder and strode out of the armory silently.

Claire got into the car with the four other team members. She was annoyed by the sudden e-mail, especially since she worked for Terra Save and she had just gotten three months of vacation, and now she had to spend the first week on some bullshit mission. She was pissed for sure, but if the president needed her, she wouldn't back down. Why did they need her, anyway? If it was just blowing up the facility they could have done that with any group of BSAA grunts. Still, it was Sherry. The little girl had been missing for ten years, and she was here now. That was a relief to Claire. She had been carrying the guilt with her for years now, and it had gone away just like that. Well, perhaps not all the guilt. God only knows what they had done to Sherry.

She looked at Leon and her heart fluttered. She really liked Leon, although she would never admit it. She wondered if Leon felt the same way about her. Claire hoped he did.

The other members were silent. Carlos wore a bullet proof vest over a black shirt, and he also had fingerless gloves on. He tinkered with his assault rifle a little, but stopped and looked at Jill. There was obviously some tension there. Jill wore her standard BSAA uniform, and so did Chris. Chris also had a bag slung over his shoulder, and Claire was actually quite curious as to its contents.

Claire heaved a sigh and crossed her legs, laying her head on the back of her seat.

Carlos got out of the car first, quickly stretching his arms out in the cold winter air. How ironic that they would be going to a tropical island in winter. A vacation this certainly was not. It was also ironic that he would be destroying the last Umbrella corp. facility in the world.. a company he used to listen to without hesitation. Until Jill convinced him that they were evil.

Ah, Jill. What a beautiful woman. He had pressured her into sex after Racoon City... They had never spoken since. Jill had never even had sex with Chris, although neither of them had admitted their feelings for each other. Carlos felt like shit for pressuring her into having sex with him, but it had been totally worth it.

The other members of the squad came out after him, moving towards the docks. The air was extremely chilly, and snow covered the ground. None of them were in winter clothing except for Leon. The guy looked like an asshole, Carlos thought. Very by the books. I already don't like him.

Water was on either side of the docks. The boat was docked at the port. It looked sturdy enough, and it was pretty large. Jill liked it.

Jill looked at Carlos again. She didn't feel comfortable around him. Not after Racoon. Man was disgusting, frankly.

Jill rapidly walked up the ramp to the boat. She was ready for anything from Carlos, but if he didn't talk to her, she wouldn't talk to him. Jill moved closer to Chris. The big man had saved her life, and she felt indebted to him. She loved him, and she knew he felt the same way. Perhaps they could start something together. Maybe it was meant to be.

She didn't like Carlos, that was for sure.

The boat started up after ten minutes, and it began it's journey to the island that would change each person's lives forever... and perhaps end one.

Regardless, they prepared in silence for this seemingly simple mission.

Next Chapter: On the boat...