Author's Notes: I have to start my term paper. But I don't want to. I don't own Resident Evil, Capcom does.

Chapter 9

Quint Cetcham.

May 10th, 2005. City of Canjun, Republic of Malta.

We had finally made it to the stairs. Parker opened the door. We walked up to the fifth floor and began to search through the building for this room. Room 345. We had aimed our weapons and looked into the hallway. Parker and I noticed a T-Abyss creature that disappeared into one of the air vents.

"Stay sharp." Parker whispered taking point and running ahead. Most of the hotel room doors were broken and the halls appeared to be covered in the building rumble and fallen sheetrock. I followed him quickly, hoping to find some form of evidence of who released the virus. We made a quick left and opened the door. Nothing suspicious. We both frowned and entered. We search the room and nothing turned up.

After walking out of the room we had to go up another two floors to reach the seventh floor and check that room. As we made our way down the hallway, Parker was attacked by the T-Abyss creature from the air vent above us. I shot the zombie and it disappeared into the air ducks. We had heard it groan.

"Parker, are you alright?" I asked. He was coughing from being choked by the zombie.

"Yeah." He mumbled and coughed a bit more and stood up shaking off the pain.

"I'll take point this time." I said.

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

Western Slav Republic. A Private Island.

"It can't be. He must be a worker." I said.

"That's Jared." Joshua said.

"Jared?" Piers and I questioned.

"He's the man in charge around here. He is also my boss."

Oh shit. It's a trap. I slowly turned to pull out on of my knives.

Joshua held up two guns. We felt the cool metal on our heads; Piers and I froze, confused.

"Now tell me, who exactly are you two?" The boy asked, while his eyes turned magenta.

"We don't have to tell you anything." Piers spat.

I took Piers' distraction as a chance to press my luck. I kicked the boy's guns straight into the air and caught it. After tossing the gun aside, I quickly pulled the boy's chest into my knee and with my elbow knocked the boy to the ground. Piers grabbed a chair nearby and some duct tape. I knocked him out cold when I slammed my elbow into the back of his head. We taped him down to the chair and placed tape on his mouth. I took his gun and took out the magazine and left a single bullet for him.

We decided to take the files off of the computer and looks for any further information. I placed my flash drive in, allowing as much information to be stored as possible, until I noticed something in the files. I clicked on a folder labeled 'secret.' It contained a video.

In the video was the boy next to us, Joshua, appeared to be beaten and tied up. A man spoke calmly and remained out of the film.

"We know you are a traitor, Joshua. You were the one catholic who has been sneaking information about our festivities we have here." The man who's name was Jarred as Joshua stated. The room they were in appeared to be the one next door, there was blood spatter on the floor and there also was a broken chair. Joshua was laying in agony on the ground. "In return of you betraying us, we aren't going to kill you. We have a much better punishment for traitors like you."

Joshua began to scream and yell as he noticed something off the camera. "You now, belong to us." A priest appeared, his face was painted blood red and had black makeup around his eyes, he stuck a needle into Joshua's neck. He yelled and screamed as his body began to jolt and shake, it almost looked like he was having a seizure. "I will never give in to you, Simmons! Never!" Joshua shouted as his body began to shake more violently. As his eyes turned magenta, the video had ended. Piers and I shook in horror at the eerie display of the boy's torture.

"If he is infected, there's no doubt he would kill easily." Piers spoke quietly standing along side the boy watching him struggle.

"Yeah but with what?" I said. "Why is he working for the bad guy? Who is this Jared Simmons?"

"I'm guessing the man who was talking on the tape. We can send this to HQ. But, our orders were to find the distributor. Not bring down a whole war."

"I have a feeling we are not going to find the distributor here but we are going to be fighting against something much bigger than a civil war." I said, judging by the files of experiments of the T-Abyss Virus and Las Plagas.

Parker Luciani.

Canjun, Republic Of Malta. Westin Hotel.

My throat burnt from the acids of the zombie's touch around my neck, not to mention the strangulation I was feeling. But, I brushed the feeling off. As we traveled into the seventh floor I noticed more zombies were in the room. Quint and I took them out one by one. Eventually the room was clear and we searched the hallways for the next room. Room 367. We found the room to our immediate left, when suddenly we found a body of a familiar face.

"Raymond!?" I called out. He looked up at me, his reddish hair was a mess.

Chris Redfield.

BSAA HQ.

"Chris. Jill. I have not had any contact with Piers or Anni. They can't use their communicators due to a jamming of the signals from a radio tower off the coast in Rugnuff. Since the town's nuclear mushroom cloud had disappeared, we are sending you two and Team Charlie into Rugnuff to destroy the radio tower." Barry said.

I looked at him sternly. "Will we find her Barry?"

"Who? Your sister or Miss Sherawat?"

"Well, now that you mention it. Both."

"Your sister is most likely safe, strong as can be. I have her location and she is still on the island with Piers. It appears they are underground somewhere on the island. My guess is they have found a secret facility. As for Jessica, we are still working in her location." Barry said.

I was put to a sense of high relief. I know Barry would watch my sister and do anything to protect her just as I would his own girls. But now I had to push those feelings aside because now I had to worry about my partner and my comrades.

"Thank you, Barry. I won't let you down." I promised.

"Good then get going." Barry smiled and patted me on my back.

I moved toward the chopper in front of me, allowing myself to meet up with Jill and the rest of Team Charlie. The chopper had slowly began to take off and soon enough we were in the air. Heading off to Rugnuff, Western Slav Republic.

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

Private Island. Western Slav Republic.

We had a walked into the next room and left Joshua in the room. The small laboratory held some offices and a couple meeting rooms. We continued forward into the next room. We were shocked as we entered the next room. A large container with magenta colored liquid was being filtered around the area. It was like a giant waterfall of the liquid and we could not help but be more shocked at the large amount of the liquid.

"This is the virus." I said shockingly and I examined around the room. The walkway spilt into two directions, a fork in the road. We decided to head to our left first, to look for more data and possible information about the distributor. We walked through a pair of automatic doors to a handful of cultists. We decided to take them out silently; to avoid drawing any attention. After using our knives to take them all out we searched around the many files on the computers and searched for any journal entries and document. Piers had found a journal entry from a researcher. The researcher wrote about the many monsters that they have created. The researcher also mention a certain young woman had been helping Mr. Simmons and the cultists with their 'demons'. The document also went on about the plans for the cult go further than just the civil war. The researcher had begun to tell his story and how he ended up working for them. After that, the researcher began to explain how he was now paying the ultimate price by aiding the devil. The document ended in messy handwriting.

"Sounds rough." Piers remarked after reading the document and after I listened to his thoughts. While I was listening I could not find anything on the computers about the distributor or anything useful.

After turning up with only a journal entry and useless computers we went back out and into the next room in the pathway. The room to the right of the fork in the pathway was a large hallway with a couple of large tubes with BOWs. Piers and I shuddered at the sight. We were facing a BOW. The BOW also looked human and like a fish. His hands held large claws and it stood covered in scales. Blood has bled out showing it's wound. Below the large tube the BOW was in had a label listed Tyrant Abyss.

Piers and I branched off and went forward as we looked at the large tubes containing red and horrible monsters. I stood carefully, as I felt somewhere deep in the back of my mind a memory, a real ones. I fell to the ground due to the trauma I felt in my head a pain, a throbbing one; almost like a combustion of hot air trapped in my head. I called out to Piers as he came over after hearing me fall to the ground. I began to feel the sharp pains blur my vision.

Suddenly, I looked in front of me. I was in a white room similar to the one I was currently in, with the test tubes and such. I was about twelve. I looked to the disfigured face in front of me, it appeared to be a man with short black hair. He appeared to be white from what I could make out. I began to hear voices.

"Hurry! Get out! Save yourself!" The voice called.

I was running from something or someone. I ran and ran until the white lights around me turned green. I turned my head behind me as I left the room I was in, only to be knocked down by a shock. I had been hit with a stun gun.

I was brought back to reality. Piers was holding me and had poured some water from his water bottle on my face. I looked up at him, totally confused.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi." I said, blankly.

"You ok?"

I shook my head and stood up. "Yeah."

"Come on. We have to get going." I said.

We continued forward and found a door leading to a large facility. Numerous test tubes stuck out in a large circle. We looked up above us a large walkway was there and a man in white and purple clothing stood.

"Hello." He spoke softly.

We aimed at him as soon as he spoke as if we were animals feeling threaten by another.

"Is that really necessary? I was hoping we could only chat." The man said.

"Jared Simmons? That's your name, right?" I yelled so he could hear me.

"Yes." He said. "But, you both are here for someone else?"

We stared at him. How could he know that?

"You too are from the BSAA. Miss Redfield and Mr. Nivans."

Shit. We've been compromised.

"You're here for my distributor. I could simply point you in the right direction but, I find her very... useful."

"What are you?" Piers asked.

I heard the sound of someone behind us. I jumped and turned around. The large BOW, the one Tyrant we ran into earlier, was running towards us.

Author's Notes: Sorry for the crappy update. But what do you think? Boss battles for two dynamitic duos? What will happen next? R&R!