Tam: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (Once more dancing in a drunken circle) I LOVE MY REVIEWERS…. And everyone give a special welcome to are newest reader/reviewer whom knows who they are, if that makes any sense, anyway chapter twelve; nothing really special to say about anything, same old, same old.

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Tam: NOOOOOOOOOO! (Sobs to herself) I was sooo close too; I could feel the fine print man, THE FINE PRINT!

They were the coldest eyes (bar Wesker that man can give ice the heeby jeebys) I have ever seen; this guy was definitely not someone I would normal mess with, and the following staring contest didn't exactly raise my confidence…

Needless to say the room was as silent as the grave, and really what was supposed to say anyways, 'Hi I the creature from the black lagoon, nice to meet ya' for some reason I don't think that would go over well.

"David, it looks like are guest has woken up, please escort her to are van, we wouldn't want her to get lost on the way, after all, we don't know how long she's been privy to are conversation" Said the dark eyed man in front.

Id have to watch this one, he was good; and from what I saw I could tell that his expertise didn't range anywhere near paperwork, he was moderately tall and clean shaven, and his long dark hair was slicked back a crossed his skull giving him a bad boy look, I couldn't see his arm because he was wearing a jacket but I could almost see his muscles through his jacket.

The other man was also clean shaven with dark hair, so much so that the two could easily have been relate; anyhow David as the man was obviously named, took two steps grabbed a blanket off the bed thru it over my head yanked me outta the trash heap and thru me over his should like a sack of potatoes.

Man was I getting the red carpet treatment…

And I stayed on his shoulder for a good couple of minuets before we reached wherever we were going, I assume we took the stairs which is why it took so long but in the end it really didn't matter, cause I ended up in the back of a van regardless.

Boy this felt familiar, were had I received this kind of treatment before, hmmm let me think on this one, god was sarcasm the only thing keeping me alive? I would seriously like to know damn it, "THIS IS YOUR FAULT TAM, I KNOW IT IS" as I shake my fist at the lazy authoress.

That is until she gets an evil gleam in her eye and as look down I realize why she's grinning with pure sadistic joy, her hand hovers over the backspace button, and she is oh so ready to press it.

Tam: What was that, you want to run of into the sunset with Krauser.

I shudder at the implication, she wouldn't would she?

Tam: Or would you prefer I make you into a spandex wearing super hero?

Ok now I am frightened, and thus the reason I was shaking when they finally got in the van and started it, at this point I didn't care where we were going so long as I got away from that fricken crazy.

Man of all the authoresses…

Tam: (Hand wavers over the backspace button), Give me a reason I dare you!

Me: OO.

Wesker sped along alleyways and past street corners; he had her now, there was no way getting away this time, and she was so close it would be impossible for her to get away this time.

Tam: place your bets people, place your bets.

Wesker: What was that?

Tam: Oh nothing.

Wesker turned a corner, and stopped; she was less then a hundred feet from him, that he could tell but were, he closed his eyes and waited, his inner compass kicked in and opening his eyes he saw his target, not fifty feet from him was a two black unmarked vans with tinted windows.

Slowly he inspected one of the dark vehicles, indiscreet it blended in with its surroundings well, the exact type of vehicle that umbrella would use; but how could it be possible? How had they caught up to her before him, true they had technology and power, but he had the same amount if not more?

Either way he couldn't afford to let them get away with the girl and her new strain of virus, it would spell disaster, the very fact that Umbrella had gone to these lengths meant something; as such it didn't matter, he could not allow the van to leave with his virus carrier, it was out of the question.

I adjusted my current seating arrangement in favor of the fact that I wasn't wearing pants, as much as I know the guys in the back would have like a free show, I didn't feel like being anyone's entertainment.

A black grate separated me from them, as if I were some animal at the zoo, and honestly the way they were looking at me didn't offer any encouraging thoughts, there were three guys in the group, there was the dark haired, dark eyed man whom had been responsible for my current predicament, but the other three were new to me a large black man who looked like he could bench press my weight, a smaller slightly gentler mannered looking man with brown hair, and a blonde haired and blue eyed young woman, who quiet frankly didn't seem to fit in with them, well the one man didn't fit either, but come on now is not the time to get picky.

It was about that time I noticed the mental tug that was Wesker, worse yet was the fact that I knew he was waaayyyyyy to close, but what could I do about it? Sure I could tell them to be careful but where would that get me? I could always try to rip open the back of the van, but I know for a fact that I haven't recovered entirely from whatever it was Wesker had put in my food.

Man I was in deep shit this time.

Wesker noticed a darkly dressed man getting into one van as a taller man walked to the van containing his virus carrier, apparently Umbrella had taken care of everything, well all the better for him, the less who knew about her the better.

Wesker strode slowly to the van, assurance in every step, he would make this the last time; the last time Umbrella would dare try to take what was rightfully his, he would make an example of them, true there deaths would have no true purpose, but the would serve as a warning to Umbrella, and its over indulgent higher ups.

In all of Bill's Coen's 28 years he had never been as surprised as he was now; he'd almost not recognized the man who was walking slowly towards him, that is until he'd noticed the trade mark glasses, he'd never really met the man, nor had he any previous desire to, but apparently fate had other plans.

For that man was a certain man whom Billy had learned to hate little more them two years previously, Albert Wesker, a man who had not only betrayed his own mentor, but had put the bullet in his back turning Marcus into the horrible creature that had years later decide to stalk and murder him and his companion.

Fortunately Marcus hadn't succeeded, but the image of the man who had betrayed Marcus was forever burned into his memory, and without a seconds hesitation Billy whipped out his hidden pistol and opened fire, striking Wesker in the chest.

Wesker was a little surprised by the mans reaction upon first sight, fear and later disgust, as if he knew who and what he was looking at; this was turning out to be far more difficult then previously reasoned.

He hadn't expected the gun.

Wesker stood up out of the alleyway muck and brushed himself off, the van was at the ally mouth, and like hell was he going to allow them to get away.

Billy had to double take to make sure his eyes weren't fooling him, Albert Wesker- the man that he had just shot dead; was standing, not only was her standing, he was walking towards the van as if nothing had happened, and he didn't look to be very pleased.

So Billy did the only thing that at that point in time made logical sense, he floored it…

Tam: Well as per the usual let me know what you think Ja? Another note, I may or may not be moving soon, and that may or may not affect my ability to update. So I let you know a definite answer when I write the next chapter.

Well until then.

Ja Ne