Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Ranting in the end


Wesker pulled off his sunglasses as he stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the luxury yet extremely secure penthouse that was also his captive's gilded cage. The day had been extremely tiresome for him, the uroboros was getting closer to completion, but the closer they got the more complications there seemed to be. In addition to the uroboros he had the virus for Claire under work, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't reduce the risk of failure.

The fact was, that there was nothing more he could do about it...in the end it all came to how willing Claire's body would be to accept the virus once injected. Wesker hated to admit it, but now that he knew there was nothing he could do, he had become somewhat reluctant to do this to Claire because there was a chance of failure, but then again, the same chance had been when he had injected himself with Virus William had given him.

When Wesker was about to unlock the door to the penthouse, he frowned slightly since he picked up a strong reek of alcohol in the air. He hesitated only about a half second before opening the door and even with his enhanced senses and reflexes, Wesker could barely dodge the flying whiskey bottle that speeded at him and crashed against the heavy wooden door behind him. Wesker calmly eyed the broken glass beside him for a moment before turning his golden red eyes to his captive who was sitting on the couch with flushed face and angry eyes. "Wh….whas you looking at Whesker…" Claire blurted out angrily and eyed her captor with clear frustration.

Wesker walked slowly closer to the intoxicated woman while keeping his eyes on her the whole time. When he reached the table, he picked one empty bottle from the low table and checked its etiquette "Oh Dear heart, it is not good to drink alone." Wesker chuckled and took off his black coat, placing it onto one of the armchairs and picked a glass off the table. Even an idiot could see that the young woman was drunk to the point she stopped being all reasonable and Wesker somehow found the whole situation very interesting; it was a chance to study Claire while she was intoxicated.

Claire stared Wesker suspiciously as he filled the glass with whiskey before tasting it, eyeing his captive the whole time. "Shu…shut up!" Claire growled and placed the half empty bottle onto the table. "It ish none of your businessh what I do Whesker…" she continued with bright red cheeks and somewhat hazy eyes. "If you choose to keep me here without my c...consent, you might just as well expect me become drunkard…" Claire snapped angrily. Wesker swirled the drink in the glass slightly and chuckled "Being wasted doesn't suit you dear heart."

The comment from Wesker caused Claire to fix her hair angrily "You don't have any right to say what I'm supposed to be like and what suits me." She said and stood up while eyeing Wesker with doubt and anger.

Wesker's expression didn't change in the slightest as Claire stared him with suspicion and bitterness "I wonder Wesker…did you expect this to happen? Don't tell me you are surprised..." She mocked and walked over to Wesker with somewhat staggering steps. Wesker's eyes narrowed slightly but he didn't say anything to the young woman. Claire pouted a bit and poked Wesker into chest with her index finger "You know what Wesker, I think you are the weakest person I've ever known...couldn't beat anyone in S.T.A.R.S and even Alexia was stronger than you." Claire continued with somewhat amused expression on her face. "And you had to resolve in stealing a young boy's corpse because nothing else was left of the veronica virus...tell me, your employers must have been very proud of their investment. Two bases destroyed, millions lost and you return with empty hands." Claire laughed out loud like it had been the best joke ever and leaned against Wesker who seemed merely unimpressed.

"I think that is enough Claire…" The blonde tyrant said almost threateningly quietly and took hold of her arm gently. "I think you better go to bed and sleep your head clear before you say something that will really provoke me." Wesker continued, he was for once too tired to play with Claire right now and it seemed that the woman found everything either extremely tragic or funny at this point.

"Don't touch me!" Claire snapped angrily and with sudden burst of rage she tried to shove Wesker away, but the hours of drinking had rendered her balance to almost zero and the sheer force of her push made Claire herself lose her balance and fall. The young Redfield girl didn't let any kind of a sound when her body fell and her arm hit the glass table painfully hard, shattering it to hundreds of pieces. A great amount of the glass shards pierced her skin and buried themselves painfully into her soft and warm flesh.

Even with his enhanced reflexes and senses, Wesker was tired and the situation had escalated too quickly for him. Only when the damage had been done did Wesker quickly kneel down to see how bad the wounds were. Claire let out a small whimper and didn't feel any pain at first but slowly the piercing and burning pain made its way her intoxicated brain and she realized what had happened to her.

Claire slowly turned her head to glance at her arm that was filled with glass shards and covered with thick warm blood that ran down her arm and slowly onto the carpet. "Oh…" The young Redfield said weakly and felt a wave of shame and depression wash over her, how could she let anyone see her like this…let alone Wesker. "Don't touch me…please.." Claire whispered weakly and felt her eyes get watery; she was such disgrace. The pain had cleared her brains a bit. "Let me see it." Wesker said gently and picked Claire up before carrying her to the bathroom. The strong man in black sat Claire on a wooden chair as he went to get some bandages, cleansing tonic and health spray bottle from the first aid kit on the wall. Claire shivered and wiped her tears away with her bloodied hand, tattering her beautiful clothing and face into the crimson liquid. A part of Claire just wanted for Wesker to leave her alone and let her die of blood loss. "Wesker, please leave me alone. I can't deal with this..." Claire pleaded but Wesker wasn't listening to her.

Claire felt useless and ugly when she glanced at her bloodied clothing and skin, why was everything so messed up in her life?

"I need to clean the wound, Claire." Wesker stated as he sat down next to her and started to clean the wound from glass shards with unbelievable speed. Claire gritted his teeth as she endured the pain that her mind had so slowly reacted to. It felt like her arm was on fire and when the red haired woman glanced at Wesker's hands, she realized that they too were now covered in her blood. The wound was clean in no time and Claire watched as the last shard of class hit the metal plate Wesker had prepared for them.

"That was the last of them." Wesker said with almost caring voice and poured some purifying agent on a piece of cotton before cleaning the wound with few fast swipes that caused Claire wince in pain and let out small hiss, but thankfully her drunken mind numbed most of the pain.

The pain she could tolerate but the smell of fresh running blood made Claire feel ill. The young woman wanted to throw up but managed to get hold of her body. The smell reminded her of all the horrible things she had witnessed in her life... oh how she wanted it all just to end.

Claire's mind was hazy and everything seemed to happen so fast, or perhaps it was just that Wesker was so determined and quick in what he did that there was no messing around. "We are soon done here, Claire." Wesker murmured softly and sprayed a thick layer of healing spray on the wound before starting to bandage her arm so swiftly that Claire had trouble keeping up with the pace. "Thanks…" Claire replied when the blonde cut the bandage and finished up with his work. "I…I think I need some sleep now." Claire said and tried to get up from the chair but she was too drunk and weak from the blood loss to get up safely and Wesker was quick to support her, apparently she had lost quite much blood. "I'll get you there." He said and Claire didn't find any reason to protest against this, all she wanted was to get bed and sleep her head clear. "We will talk more tomorrow, dear heart." The man said and Claire felt shamed of herself, how could she let Wesker see her like this?

When they entered her room, Wesker helped the young woman to the bed, resting her gently on the soft covers before moving to the bathroom to get a towel to clean Claire's face and arm from the blood.. "You'll feel terrible tomorrow." Wesker said with almost amused voice as if he found her fragile human body's reaction to the alcohol interesting. "I know." Claire murmured and somehow it felt good that Wesker sat there next to her.

Wesker slowly brought the towel to Claire's skin, wiping most of the blood away from her face. Claire's heart was beating faster and faster and she suddenly felt very warm inside, safe almost. Their eyes met and for once, there was no single shred of hostility between them. How natural those golden eyes had become to her as she stared into them. The young woman stayed quiet as he captor cleaned her body from her own blood before finally murmuring "Thank you." when most of the blood was gone and placed her hand on Wesker's arm, it felt so warm against her skin.

She had been so alone for such a long time that feeling someone watch her while she rested, even if it was Wesker, felt good. The middle-aged man petted her cheek slightly and as he was about to leave, Claire grabbed his arm more tightly on an instinct "Stay.." She asked weakly, all she wanted was to have someone next to her this night. The look in Wesker's eyes was somewhat surprised and Claire feared that he would leave her "Please…If you want to do it with me that is alright too…just don't leave tonight…please Wesker.." God she was begging and even offering her body to him just to make him stay with her for the night.

The young Redfield's eyes pleaded Wesker to stay with her and the man seemed to relax, sitting back onto the bed "That won't be necessary…you are drunk Claire and tomorrow you'd only regret if we did it, as much as I'd like to." The blond man admitted and Claire shivered, so he really did want to sleep with her. "However I can stay with you, dear heart." The tyrant murmured to her and took a hold of her hand gently.

Claire shifted upwards; leaning against her captor while trying to ignore the pain her hand gave her. Slowly she leaned up and pressed her lips ever so gently and tenderly against Wesker's, it was her way of thanking him. The alcohol in her body muffled all the voices that had taunted and scolded her from the very first time she had given into Wesker's will and let him direct her, and now that she was momentarily free of the voices, Claire could really enjoy the moment, no matter how fleeting it was.

The young woman then lied down on the bed and pressed her head against the pillow that felt more inviting than ever. Her head was spinning and Wesker's presence felt oddly comforting to her, what would Chris say? No…Chris was dead and gone from her life forever, was she supposed to always mourn him and think of what he would do? He wasn't in her situation right now. Claire closed her blue eyes and shifted slightly as Wesker settled next to her, caressing her soft and lush hair, letting her feel protected and safe. Protected, how odd it sounded but that was she felt right now. Wrapped in the feeling of drunken comfort and safety, Claire drifted into the dream world that offered little else than a momentary escape from the problems.


Another morning came just like the others and Claire had long time ago stopped caring how long it had been. But this morning was different. Not only did Claire wake up startled but also with the most terrible headache and ill feeling in her stomach she had ever experienced, surely this was hell. Claire almost thought that Wesker had strangled her during the night and this was her personal hell where she was destined to suffer from the worst hangover in her life for all eternity.

The first rays of the morning sun forced their way into the room through the cracks of the blood red curtains and right into the Redfield girl's face. With a loud pained groan Claire buried her face into the pillow, the last evening was the last time she drank anything that contained alcohol. But when the events from the last night came fully back to her memory, Claire shifted up fast to see if Wesker was still there, but when the man was nowhere to be seen Claire started to wonder if all had been a dream after all.

However the sudden pain in her arm reminded her that it had not been a dream and that she had indeed made a total ass of herself in front of Wesker. Claire touched her bandaged arm and noticed few blood dots on the white cloth, apparently the wound had been worse than she had thought. The wounds had been so deep that even a layer of healing spray had not healed it completely. Claire lifted her legs off the bed and got into a sitting position, the day was going to be hell if she had to endure the hangover and Wesker's snarky comments. The Redfield woman glanced at the place next to her; indeed Wesker had slept there due to the markings on the covers. Claire rested her head against her hand, in order to banish the terrible headache with little success, ' God did I really offer myself to Wesker last night? I certainly hope not but then why would I have such memory?' Claire thought and started to feel even worse.

The Redfield woman was too pained to even care or be startled when the door suddenly opened without knocking and the blonde haired man walked in, holding a cup with steaming contents. "My…awake at last, dear heart. How are you feeling?" The man asked somewhat amused, clearly aware that Claire was feeling the results of the last night drinking.

Claire lifted her gaze to Wesker and gave somewhat annoying stare "You can guess." She said bluntly and closed her eyes again; the light was making the headache worse. Wesker let out an amused chuckle and sat down next to Claire, handing her the cup. Claire mumbled a faint "Thank you" and picked the cup before slowly bringing it to her lips tasted the brewage, not really caring if it was poisoned or not since a death would be a welcomed compared to this thing she would have to endure the day.

The liquid inside the cup reminded Claire of an herbal tea but after tasting it, she was surprised to find it almost sweet and quite pleasant. "What is this?" She asked somewhat surprised. Wesker, who had not his sunglasses on gave Claire somewhat amused smile

"Just something to make you feel better, the symptoms of the hangover should be gone in about 20 minutes after drinking that." Wesker said to Claire's surprise

"Oh…sounds handy, I didn't know there was a treatment for hangovers.." Claire murmured and drank some more of the brew.

"Few do...it was supposed to be Umbrella's next product but it got stuck in testing stage before the unfortunate accident." Wesker said quietly and Claire felt slightly depressed since she knew that Wesker meant the mansion incident and the destruction of Raccoon City.

Once Claire was finished with the drink, she felt already a bit better. Claire didn't even get startled when Wesker took hold of her injured arm and studied it with his gold-red eyes. The events of the last night were fresh in Claire's mind and she hoped that the blond man wouldn't taunt her. "Looks like it is healing well, I'll re-bandage it and then I have to go, Claire." Wesker told her and Claire nodded, and for some reason she was almost sad to hear that, it would mean another day alone for her.

It was quite strange really…she had become so used to it but lately, she almost missed Wesker's company; even seeing HUNK would be welcomed. "A long day ahead of you?" Claire found herself asking and as result she gained an amused yet somewhat intrigued look from Wesker

"I have a lot of work to do, Dear heart. But don't worry…it is soon finished." The man answered and Claire bowed her head slightly, she knew exactly what kind of work was about to be finished. "Don't think about it too much Claire, soon you won't need to leave my side, ever." Wesker murmured to her and caressed Claire's arm. The young woman shivered and stared directly into Wesker's eyes, what did he mean by that?

Claire wasn't sure how much Wesker had lied to get all the funding and co-operation needed to create Uroboros, but she was certain that it wasn't simply a bio weapon to be used as a threat or simple weapon against a certain group of people. He wasn't intending to sell it on either. No, Wesker was going to infect the whole world with it.

"Is infecting the whole world the only answer you have?" she asked as Wesker undressed the bandage to re-do it.

His eyes were cold and certain "Yes." Came a short answer. "It isn't right, you have no right to destroy the whole world." Claire insisted but knew her words were useless

"You might not see it yet, Claire, but it needs to be done, you'll want it in the end as well." He answered her words and Claire shivered slightly since Wesker's touch was becoming somewhat more forceful.

"There is nothing that would cause me to want that." Claire replied and let out a small sigh when Wesker finished the job and stood up, eyeing her with those blazing eyes

"You'll see it my way, Claire...eventually." Wesker murmured before walking slowly out of the room to leave for the lab where he often spent days in row.

Claire touched her bandaged arm and could still feel Wesker's touch linger there. She felt so lonely; had Leon and other really forgotten all about her? Or did they think she worked with Wesker? No, that couldn't be. Or did they hate her? Had she meant anything to them at all? The thing Wesker had given her started to really kick in and Claire was starting to feel a lot better. The Redfield knew that she wasn't supposed to get the bandage wet but she really needed a bath and if she were careful, it would stay dry. With a loud sigh Claire moved into the bathroom and turned the water tap to fill the tub before stripping down and stepping into it, slowly sinking into the hot cleansing water to some serious thinking.


Leon frowned in annoyance as he showed the two pictures to the restaurant's server "Are you sure you haven't seen these two people? It is very important." The ex-cop asked from a man who seemed to be agitated by his and Jill's questions

"For the last time I don't remember! We get hundreds of guests each week and I can't possible remember two individuals!" The young man said but something in his act just didn't convince Kennedy and Valentine.

"You are lying, tell us the truth, we are on BSAA's business here, you don't want to lie to us." Valentine murmured angrily and the server seemed to get even more distressed. Leon smirked in his mind; the man was at his breaking point even though this wasn't really an interrogation. Usually mentioning the world's safety and the good of the country helped them to get the info they needed, especially since BSAA dealt with biological weapons.

In addition to that, Valentine and Kennedy had adopted the "good cop" and "bad cop" Play where Leon was usually the nice guy while Jill acted a cool and powerful female cop who didn't always follow the books. "Ok ok, I remember them…but I was scared to tell you guys…even our employer warned us not to talk about them since they seemed to be really important people or something." The young man murmured and tried to avoid direct eye contact.

"So you did see this red head woman and blond man?" Leon asked, finally they were getting at something. "Yeah, I didn't think much of them back then at first since they seemed the usual customers we get to the business section, but then the young woman fainted suddenly and there was a server I had never before seen; and he took her away while that blond man went back to the meeting, they were in same company."

Leon glanced at Jill who seemed to be just as surprised as him. Claire had been seen in Wesker's company. "Do you remember anything else, the way they dressed or acted?" Jill asked in stern tone, they needed every bit of information they could get. The server almost jumped when Jill talked to him in such tone

"I…yes… the blond man was wearing sunglasses the whole evening and the young woman had the most beautiful red dress I have ever seen…and a rose on her hair." The man remembered and looked at the pictures "The woman seemed almost sad when I served her the food…and then she suddenly fainted while coming from the ladies room."

Jill and Leon listened in silence as the server told them what he knew. Jill and Leon didn't really know what to think, this was the first time they had actually heard of someone seeing Claire; they had thought her to be dead, or that was BSAA's official take on her disappearance. Leon sighed and put the photos of Wesker and Claire back to his pocket, this was a first piece of good news they had gained in year. When the two had gotten every piece of information the young man could remember they decided not to press the poor man any further.

"Thank you for your time, you've helped us greatly." Leon said and the pair left quickly, leaving the poor man to recover from the intense talk session; it wasn't every day you got to deal with BSAA agents.

As the two left the restaurant by the back door and walked towards their parked car, the brown haired man glanced at his current partner who had lost her previous partner in Wesker's hands. "What do you make out of this?" Leon asked and Jill seemed to be buried in her thoughts, no doubt her mind was racing with all kinds of possibilities

"Claire is with Wesker, of that we can be sure…but why...Wesker isn't the type to take prisoners." The ex STARS member wondered out loud and Leon nodded to this. Even though he had never personally met Wesker, he had learned a great deal from Jill who seemed to hate the man more than anything, and Leon couldn't really blame her. The man had taken her friends and partner from her.

As they stepped to the busy street a man walking past Leon, suddenly bumped into him almost painfully. "Argh.." Leon let out and the man with a sand coloured hair turned with an apologizing look in his eyes

"Oh sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." Before swiftly turning back to the direction he had been walking, hands in his pockets. Leon suddenly put his hand to his holster that had been on the side where the man had hit but it was still there

"What is it, Leon?" Jill asked curiously but Leon relaxed again when he noticed that both his wallet, and gun was still there

"Nothing." Leon murmured; he had thought the man to be a pickpocket. The man in black t-shirt disappeared behind a corner and Leon sighed, getting into the car with Jill before driving off to the hotel they were staying in.


When HUNK was sure that the pair had driven off with the device successfully implanted he took out his cell phone like device that served many purposes and was crafted by the Umbrella. The mercenary turned the device on and started the program that was tied to the small bug he had installed on Mr. Kennedy's holster, a very small listening device. HUNK smiled smugly when he realized that the small bug was recording everything the pair talked and transmitted the records to his device that of course couldn't be traced.

The mercenary then called Wesker who was once again focused on his research "The bug has been installed, now we will know what the two are up to." HUNK murmured to the phone and listened to further introductions. "Yes…I shall take care of the server…hope this will pay off." HUNK murmured to the phone before closing the call. The sand coloured haired man chuckled; to him it seemed that Wesker didn't act all reasonably when it came to dealing with Claire. The mercenary man would just have killed the pair but apparently Wesker had bigger plans for the two…no doubt he despised and wanted to make him suffer for loving Claire. The mercenary let out a small low chuckle, before heading to the back entrance of the restaurant to have a little talk with that server who had squealed. The man could barely wait to see how this drama would unfold itself, no doubt there was great scenes to be seen. Indeed a drama where Wesker would win everything.


Leon fell on the bed's soft covers and stared the white ceiling with tired eyes "What the hell should we do…this whole thing is a mess." Leon murmured and Jill nodded while taking off her jacket

"Yeah, I really don't know what to make out of this…this is the first time we've heard of Claire being alive…this…I just don't know what to do.." Jill said and let out a heavy sigh as she sat down on a wooden chair, trying to think through all the things they had learned.

"It has been over a year and only now we are making some process. But at least we now got some leads." Leon said almost angrily as he stared the ceiling, they had lived so long in total darkness and had presumed the worst and suddenly out of no where they learn that she is alive.

"Has Claire been with Wesker all this time? What have they done…the server said that Claire was in top condition minus the fainting, what do you think of it?" Leon asked from his comrade who had taken out her laptop to write a report on what they had learned.

The brown haired woman let out a heavy sigh and stared out of the window absent mindedly "I really don't know Leon, we can't ignore any possibilities, after all it has been so long since we've seen her, and even back when…Chris was alive, we didn't keep much in contact with her." Jill said and turned to face Leon who got up into a sitting position.

"What are you saying Jill? That Claire is working with Wesker? For god's sake he killed her brother! And the server said that she fainted, do you really think she is working with Wesker?" Leon snapped angrily at Jill who remained calm

"I didn't say that, Leon, but now that you mentioned it, yes...it is a possibility. She also could have fainted because of an infection of sort." Jill continued with somewhat unsure look on her face.

Leon's eyes narrowed slightly. Yes, he had thought of the possibility of an infection as well…it was very possible that Wesker had kept her as some sort of test subject and tortured her, but it was something he didn't want to think.

"There is no evidence of that." Leon answered but Jill only looked sad

"Leon, I know Wesker and he always gets what he wants, and I know he wanted Claire from the very beginning. It could be possible that he has persuaded her to work with him." She said sadly and Leon listened, not sure if he wanted to believe it; this was the first time he had heard of such thing.

"What? How come you haven't told me anything about this?" The ex-cop asked with somewhat horrified expression on his face.

"Back in the days when S.T.A.R.S was still operating, Claire often visited us to see Chris, and everyone in S.T.A.R.S knew her, even Wesker." Jill started and glanced away with frustration visible in her eyes

"I saw it straight away but kept the information to myself until only few years back. I saw how Wesker lusted for Claire, even if Chris didn't see it." Valentine continued and Leon listened closely, he had not had any idea.

"Wesker wanted Claire?" he asked unsurely and stared the woman who seemed to be both sad and angry.

" I didn't think much of it back then when I still believed him to be a good person and that he wouldn't do anything to Claire or approach her, but I saw that he wanted her…longed to touch her. After the mansion incident I didn't tell Chris since we all believed him to be dead but after the Veronica virus incident…I had to tell him."

Leon listened to Jill's tale curiously, the ex-S.T.A.R.S member had not told this to him before. For some reason Jill seemed to have very contradicting feelings varying from sadness to anger, but also regret.

"After I told him what I knew, he became over protective of Claire since she was his only remaining family member…that's why they lived together and why Chris never wanted to…" Jill continued but her voice trailed off, she couldn't bring herself to say that Chris had picked his sister over her. "Chris gave everything he could give to Claire...a chance to study, he supported her in every way and even saved her from the Rockfort Island...and in the end, he ended up giving his life too." Jill almost spat and Leon could see that there was a lot of pent-up anger in Jill. She had probably suppressed these feelings a very long time. Leon knew that in truth Jill really cared about Claire, even if she was somewhat bitter and angry about what had happened to Chris...she was still mourning, so it was natural to feel such feelings.

Leon still had trouble believing his ears, this was the first time he had seen Jill so bitter and angry. "You can't possibly blame Claire for Chris' death, Jill." The man said calmly, trying to reason with her a bit but he knew that it would be useless. The woman glanced at him angrily, but the anger came from the fact that Leon was right and Jill knew it

"If Chris had not lived with Claire, Wesker would most likely have just taken her and Chris would have had a chance to live…I know it is not fair but I'm only a woman, and I can't help these feelings." Jill admitted and eyed her laptop lazily; she didn't really feel like writing a report right now, not with all the emotions raging inside her.

"If you ask me, I think Claire is better off with Wesker, after all, she seems to be living in quite luxury." Jill murmured and that caused Leon to see red, there was a line even for his understanding

"For heaven's sake Jill, listen to yourself! Are you really saying that Claire is doing well? She has spent a year with her captor who also killed her brother. You are being selfish. You aren't the only one who has lost someone they love" Leon growled and Jill seemed saddened by his words since she knew them to be true

"I can't help it, Leon, I'm sorry." The woman murmured, so quietly that even the bug couldn't catch it fully.

"And after all, there is nothing we can do about this right now. We have no idea where Wesker is and BSAA has ordered us to retain from all attempts of approaching him or Claire if we were to see them…and we have our own mission to solve." Jill said and Leon had to bite his tongue not to snap at the woman who had lost so much in her life. "Our orders are clear; we are to help solve the possible threat with the anti umbrella extremists who are planning to attack the scientists in the laboratory which research is funded by the government. " Jill continued, finally starting to type the report on the findings

"Are we going to just leave Claire in Wesker's hands?! We have to do something." Leon replied and got off the bed, his holster still attached, and walked to Jill who glanced at him "The BSAA has declared Claire either dead or status unknown, learning that she is alive was a great finding, Leon, but we don't know the details, she could be working with Wesker all we know." Jill continued but didn't quite believe that fact "Whatever the case is, we cannot act now or the BSAA's work might be all in vain if we fail."

"You can't be serious." Leon said.

"I am very serious, Leon, there is nothing we can do but our job here and that is what we are going to do. First of all we don't know where she is being held, what her allegiances are right now, and if she is infected with something it could be a safety hazard; we simply don't have enough information to work with." Jill finished and closed the laptop, it was late already and tomorrow they would go and get more information about the extremists that were rumoured to be in the city.

Leon didn't like the idea of leaving now that they knew Claire was still alive and being held by Wesker. It was a huge load off his shoulders to know that she was alive but that wasn't enough for him. Leon got back on the bed and closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep. "I guess you are right Jill…" he said with tired voice but inside he knew that he would go against the rules to get to Claire.

The ex-cop tried to solve all the things rushing around his head but there was simply too much to think. It felt really bad to prioritise some things over Claire but it was their duty. A major part of Leon just wanted to rush to the streets and try to find more info about Wesker and Claire but the only lead they had gotten so far had been brought to them by luck. It would be like trying to find a needle in haystack, and who knew…it had been weeks since Wesker and Claire had been sighted in the restaurant, they might not even be in the city anymore.

Leon was torn up inside, it felt so wrong to do this to Claire but they couldn't do anything else. He had never told her, but she was very important part of his life. She probably saw him as something like a big brother, even though she had one, but to him she had been more…Leon loved her, and he had never brought himself to tell his feelings to the young woman. He wanted nothing more than to find and hold Claire, to rescue her from Wesker who had taken her from him.

"We will do our job as ordered and then return to BSAA…we can't do anything more at this point." Jill murmured but Leon didn't answer to her, after all, it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than him. Leon needed to find Claire, not matter what, even if it meant going against BSAA and his partner.


HUNK was sitting on top of the hotel's roof on the edge, listening to the BSAA pair's conversation "This is pure gold…who had known you have such a cruel heart, ms. Valentine. " HUNK chuckled and opened the channel with Wesker "Did you listen to that?" The mercenary asked curiously, wanting to hear his employer's opinion on the interesting conversation.

"Yes, I presume you managed to record it?" Wesker asked coldly and the mercenary let out a small chuckle "Of course, but I expect to get well paid for delivering this info to you. Tell me, what are you going to do with it?" The mercenary couldn't help but ask. It wasn't normal for HUNK to be interested in what his employers wanted to do with the results or how they affected the things, but Claire's situation was simply just too interesting for him.
"I'm sure dear heart will be most eager to hear her friends' voices…no matter what it is about." Wesker replied and HUNK had no doubt that the blond man was already imagining and picturing the effect the record would have on Claire. "And the planned attack on the research facility…I guess we could use that to our advantage." Wesker's cold and yet amused voice continued "You want me to kill them during the attack and get the info they carry along with the facility's research data?" He asked, it would be an easy job.

"No, I got someone else I plan to use for this."" Wesker said with amused tone, clearly the man found this game very amusing and no doubt he had thought it few turns ahead of the other players. "Someone is quite familiar with."

"Easier would be to just kill them." HUNK murmured. The mercenary rarely voiced his opinions about anything when it came to his job, but he just found this so unlike what he had gotten used to.

"Are you questioning my orders? My intentions are to bring Claire to her full glory while they are alive, and I want them to witness it." Wesker said almost threateningly.

"No, of course not…" HUNK murmured "Is there anything you need me to do?".

After a moment of silence, Wesker finally answered "No, I shall be contacting myself. Your work is done."

Then the call got ended.

They had been aware of the intentions of many groups for a good while now but these two had not interested Wesker until now since no doubt the BSAA would be dealing soon with a hostage situation in few days if everything went according to the intel they had gotten.

The mercenary pulled up his backpack and descended the fire ladder down to the dark street.

HUNK wasn't surprised that Wesker had chosen to contact Ada Wong to do this work. From what he knew, she and Leon Kennedy shared somewhat of a strange and complicated relationship, one that Wesker could use for his advantage.

Even if his part was done in this play, he still intended to act as a sspectator in this show.


*sob* I can't keep it short and sweet! It has to be long and bitter. I really wanted to end this story here but I can't. I was going to kill Leon and Jill but then my friend asked that if I do that what is going to be left? Well, then I started a long and painful road to find a solution to this all and nothing made sense until I played the Remake and realized that nothing with Umbrella ever makes any sense. I know I made Jill kinda bitchy but I need a catalyst for the next chapter where things too a turn for worse. This was probably the most annoying chapter I've written so far since it was just so much trouble coming up with distantly reasonable solutions.

Once again I want to thank all my reviewers and readers, you guys are the best and inspire me to write even if it takes fucking forever...