*Hey, Sorry this one is late. I was on vacation and then sick and when I get sick I don't like to do ... anything really but, I'm glad to bring another chapter to this story. And I'ts the last day of august today so I'm going to called this the official end of summer and that sucks because I won't have all the time I have right now so I'll have to adjust my scheduled because of school. And I'd like to thank all of my viewers and the people who've left reviews and who've favorited and followed this story. It makes me super happy to see it. :) And thank you for viewing!

-mrssherrymuller*

Chapter 11

The 4 Parties

Eastern Europe, 2006

Drake ran down the street with the young redheaded boy trailing behind. 'I have to find them.' Drake thought as he scanned hastily the small residential area. He was hoping they were at home. But, when he entered the small dusty shack. He found nothing. They were no where to be seen.

"Hey, old dude! Where the hell are we going?" The boy, Jake asked as they ran down the sandy road leading to a small temple.

"I'm looking for a friend of mine." Drake said carefully. "They might be at the temple."

"If its a fucking ambush I'll kick your ass." Jake threatened as They climbed the staircase to the temple.

"Its not an ambush." Drake muttered as he slowly opened the temple's wooden front door. Inside was a collection of colourful mats and elegant curtains. Its polished white marble floors and faded yellow walls were stained with dark red blood. In the back of the room situated a woman's corpse laid across the altar. Drake sped to it and gazed down to the woman's face

Her expression was terrifying on its own. Her hazel eyes open wide in shock, her mouth slightly opened and curled down into a frown. Her chest was torn open and her organs hung off her body. Drake looked down at her long red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and her beautiful eyes. Once filled with life and optimism. He looked down to his daughters frightened face. He knelt down beside the altar as salty tears fell down his face. Jake glanced at the broken man in front of him.

"She's isn't just a friend?" Jake asked turning his head to avoid the gruesome display in front of him. Drake stood as nodded as he wiped the tears and composed himself. "Is she your girlfriend or something."

"No, she's my daughter, Emily." He said as he coldly stepped out of the temple and into the humid street. But, only to be met by a large heavily armoured truck parked in the street. Three armed men sat in the pan of the truck while another 2 men sat in the front of the vehicle. One man stood and looked at Drake. He wore a uniform, in fact the exact same uniform Jake wore. Jake tumbled down the staircase.

"Hey, guys!"Jake yelled as the man jumped down from the truck, with his gun in hand.

"Get in the truck, pipsqueak. We'll take care of the geezer." The man spoke in a harsh tone as he grabbed Jake arm roughly and pushed him to the truck. Where the other men jumped out and threw him into the pan of the truck. They stood tall and menacing.

The three large men stood holding their sub machine gun closely to their burly chests. The first move was made by the smallest of the group. He pushed the grief stricken old man down on to his fours. Then the men began kicking at Drake. His mind was broken, it was only his body left and he didn't care what happened.

His little girl torn in to pieces. Her scared expression. 'I should have saved her, I shouldn't have brought her here.' He thought as the men's boots hit his week body barely holding itself up. Then suddenly one of his attackers feel onto the beige sand street next to him. Drake moved back and watched as the boy Jake took down Drake's attackers.

He kicked the smallest of the men back and dodged the largest men who had thrown a hook from his side. Their comrade bleeding to death on the floor from a swift cut through his back. Jake held his combat knife out and rammed himself into the smaller thug stabbing straight thought his stomach and stealing his sub-machine gun and killing the larger man before he could return fire.

Jake stood over Drake beaten corpse and quickly shallowly cut underneath Drake's eyebrow.

"I've been meaning to kill those guys for awhile now. Don't tell my bosses, they get me good jobs. If you tell them I'll come back and sew your lips shut" He said as he placed his knife down beside Drake's body before running to the truck and driving off. Drake laid down in the street alone. Bruises covering his body and his sanity breaking from seeing his daughter dead before him. Then, in the distance a figure approached him. As it got closer he saw it was a woman wearing a fitted red t-shirt and blue jeans. As she stepped near his body he glanced to her familiar face. He almost choked as he spoke his daughter's name. "Emily?" The woman smiled warmly before offering a hand to help him up.

Mysterious Cell

Sheva coughed as she slipped back into consciousness. The room she was in a painted spotless white and the floors were white tile. It was almost blinding. Sheva was bound against a rather uncomfortable chair. She squirms against the restrains but, As she pulls her arm braces the sound of some thing moving behind her. She turns her head around and sees Chris tied into a chair, just like she was.

"Chris!" Sheva whispered to him as a section the wall swung open and quick was shut.

"He's still unconscious. It seems the smoke works well." A woman spoke as she stepped through the room. Sheva turned around to see the familiar woman placing a briefcase on a steel table. It was the blonde woman from earlier.

The woman looked down and smiled at her. "Listen here. Ms. Alomar. You can call me Carla. And you are here for a very important reason." She told Sheva as she stood in front of her crossing her arm.

"And what reason is that for?" Sheva asked.

"Let's just say there is 4 groups involved in this. Only 3 are important to you. Party A is my association our name to you is the Paribara. Party B are the people you are working undercover in we call them the Bhai." Carla said smugly.

"How do you know that?" Carla smirked then continued.

"We have our ways. Party C is the team Agent Leon S. Kennedy. Party D is called the Sahida"

"How is the team involved?" Sheva asked.

"Right now, they are pawns for us but, lucky for them Bhai is unaware of there existence." Carla said a she leaned against the desk. The questions popped into Sheva mind but, which one to ask.

"We are pawns for what reason? What purpose?" Sheva asked as Carla responded with a chuckle.

"You are not a pawn Ms. Alomar." She pointed at her. "You are important to the Bhai. They want you."

"What? I'm just a recruiter for them. I only go out and escort people back to the factory, sometimes I look over profiles. I'm not important at all." Sheva defended as Carla's grin widened.

"You really believe that?" She said with her eyebrow arched. "You aren't a recruiter. You were actually just canon fodder to their experiments, when they hired you. To be used and thrown away but, they now have a plan for you."

"What's the plan?" Sheva said.

"We don't know Sweetheart but, I can guaranty that its not pleasant." Carla smiled as stepped closer to Sheva and bent over to face her.

"Then, how are you involved and why do you you need the need the team for pawns." Sheva asked as Carla knelt down in front of her.

"Ooh, this is my favorite part." She said smiling before bringing her hand up to Sheva's elbow and slowly trailed with her long blue painted fingernails down to her wrist. This made Sheva cringe. "We want something they have. But, sadly they will not give it to us unless we give them you and a ridiculous amount of money and resources. But, we could give them you then tell them we need time to get the money and resources. And you'd get what we want and escape."

"Why do you have the pawns?" Sheva repeated aggravated and uncomfortable.

"You are a good person, Sheva. You probably couldn't stand the thought of some one dying because of you especially you're boyfriend over there so-"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Doesn't change his effectiveness to change your motive." Carla smirked again, apparently she enjoyed this conversation unlike Sheva whom had a disgusted feeling about what was going on. If she didn't comply then they were going to kill Chris and his team. 'What else can I do' She thought as she nodded her head and spoke.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Its simple go on with your plan with the group. And on the 4th day inside the factory you'll separate from your group and collect the information from the main computer, the files name is trepas2.1(fin). We will make a diversion and you just have download it and leave the factory. If you don't, let's say your friend we'll be in a little trouble."

"Wait I won't be confined to the factory." Sheva question as Carla stood back up and continued.

"No, They don't want you to be aware of their plans. Basically after you drop it off here we will erase you and they won't be able to touch you."

"Why are we still here then." Sheva hissed at her.

"I have my reasons." Carla stopped and walked to the wall and tapped it twice causing it to open like a door. She turned before stepping out. "Now excuse me, I have other problems to deal with." Carla spoke as she stepped out of the room and strutted down the hall.

A man stood outside another cell that looked exactly as the one that held Sheva and Chris. A two way mirror shown the Except in this one, several torture implements where scattered throughout the room. On the walls and on the surfaces of the desks. In the middle of the room a beaten Asian woman sat. She wore a short red skirt and a black halter top that showed her cleavage under a see through red lace blouse. Her hair was jet black and cut short and messy.

"Let her rest a bit before we hand her over to Simmons." Carla said heartlessly. The woman was the great Ada Wong, Simmons was obsessed with her, She had been the only thing he cared about since 2001. And now that Carla found her, Simmons would donate all the money she need to her cause. To Carla, Ada was a glorified pretty face to Simmons and a cash cow for her. Thanks to Ada, Carla had the information to get those files from the factory and continued support from Simmons. If only she hadn't been involved.

"Are you sure that Simmons wouldn't be mad that you hurt his precious Ada." The man asked her.

"No, it doesn't matter as long as he has Ada." Carla said before the electricity cut. All the lights shut off blinding the two of them. Then after a few short seconds the lights flashed on. And Carla was left alone in the room with the man dead on the floor lying in a pool of blood. Carla looked through the window to see that Ada was no longer in her sell. She had escaped. Carla grabbed her phone and dialled her boss. "The Sahida representative has escaped." She told her boss in a worried man's voice spoke in a calm tone.

"Its your job to track her down, Carla. Find her."