Author: I have a little thing to say. It's about the order. First it was Wesker, Claire, then Chris. This will repeat. This is Wesker's chapter, so enjoy. :3

Rights: I do not own Resident Evil.~

The results had been less then my expectations were.. and very hostile. I had reprimanded Excella about calling without decent results and dragging me away from my leisure time at my 'home' to go look at a failed test.

I didn't spend too much of my already-wasted time in the lab with Excella, given that the experiment they had been working on had died on them (they meaning her scientist, researchers and assistants).

It was a failure that didn't survive past 5 minutes, if even that long.

I left her and the failed experiment in the lab, heading back to the city I had been in earlier.

My mind flickered back to the spotted Redfield, curious as to why she had been in that city and if she was still there.

I wondered where she was. I was now currently at my home (a brick-styled 4 story building, but I only stayed on the second floor). I was sitting in a leather chair, my head placed back against the top of the chair.

I turned my chair, peering out of the glass window to my right (now before me given I had turned my chair). People were still passing by in groups, a few individuals staggering along alone.

I could still hear all of the activities beyond my walls, but faintly now. I was focused on the red headed woman in my mind.

I rose from my chair, my eyes narrowing behind my glasses.

Something felt off.

I left my temporary home, walking down the street where she had walked earlier, my feet carrying me around the corner she had turned at.

I stopped, my nose picking up her scent, which still barely lingered. I followed it a long way, south from what I could tell, and up a small flight of stairs to the second floor of a brown apartment building. I stopped, her scent heavy around me. My eyes flickered over to an open doorway.

It was coming from inside.

I stepped over to the open entryway, peering inside. The living room was a mess, shelves knocked over, picture frames shattered, things broken along the floor. The door was lying off it's hinge's on the carpet. My eyes flickered up to the opposite wall that had a door, which led to the bedroom. I stepped inside, over the broken objects on the floor and entered the bedroom.

Her scent was in here, too. I glanced around, spotting bullet holes in the walls, the bed a mess, things tossed on the floor.

I spotted the bathroom and entered it.

Her scent was strongest in here. I detected something else in the room. Some kind of cologne..

I lowered my face to the door knob, sniffing it.

Definitely something wrong.

I could see signs of a struggle in the bathroom, given that the counter had shoe marks on them. The floor had the scent of steel.. or some kind of metal. I didn't have time to tell as I left the apartment quickly, heading back to my home to fetch my pistol. I didn't carry it often around this area. I had no use of it.

But Claire was gone and other scents had mingled with her own during my examination of her home, which had been a wreck.

I now stood in my living room, my pistol held up face-level so that I could shove a full clip into it's handle, a click echoing as it settled into place, but at that same moment the door opened and another click was heard. I didn't turn my head, my ears already picking up the faint heartbeat from the doorway (which my back was facing towards), the heavy scent of cologne and determination, yet fear was also present.

"Why do you dare to enter my humble abode and without my permission?" I asked, my voice somewhat calm, yet slow.

"Change of plans." A male voice grumbled from behind me. I could smell the scent of his gun as it was being aimed at my back.

I turned, my gun raised and level with the man's chest. I recognized the camo outfit, the fox mask on the scarred young face and the slender form of his body, even underneath all the gear he wore.

My lips twitched, my eyes narrowing behind my sunglasses.

"Well, well. We cross paths yet again, 'Vorvex'." I sneered, my words a simple bite seeing as I purposely mis-said the German's name.

"We've been over zis before. My name is Morvix." The man snarled behind his mask, his finger twitching against the trigger of his pistol, now aimed at my chest.

I took a step forward, lowering my gun to rest it by my hip. "Morvix, what business do you have with me now?" I tilted my head, a smirk now present on my menacing features.

"Ze Queen is out of ze game.. and ze King is on his vay.." The German muttered, lowering his gun.

"Queen? King?" I arched an eyebrow. Surely he didn't mean who I thought he did.. If he meant Jill as the Queen, then yes, she was out of the way, unless he meant Sheva.. and the King? Christopher?

"Ze Redfield woman and man." I could almost see the German smiling behind his mask as he said this.

"Wait.. When you say Queen are you referring to Claire.. and King, do you mean Christopher?" My grip tightened around my pistol at my side.

Morvix nodded. "Ze 'Claire' woman is vithin my.. grasp, so to speak. And.. 'Christopher' is on his vay to find her."

I raised my gun back up to level it with his chest. "Where is Claire?" I said, deathly calm.

He chuckled, "Vat does it matter to you vhere she is at?" He stood his ground.

"I'll ask one more time and only once. Where is Claire?" I said each word slowly, to make sure he understood how serious I was. I clicked back the hammer, my finger lightly pressed against the trigger, but not enough to fire. I could smell his fear hitch, recognizing that now was not the time to be beating around the bush.

"Northern edge of ze city, a long and flat varehouse. It is guarded by my men." He took a step back.

"Good. Easy to retrieve from your clutches." I pulled the trigger, his clothes parting under the bullet that cut clean through his chest, knocking him back against the ground, dying in a pool of his own blood. I stepped out and over his body, pausing only to put another round into the chamber.

I made my way towards the northern edge of the city on foot, not feeling the need to use a vehicle. I was going to make this fun and to retrieve the stolen 'Queen'.

Claire was not apart of this little game. Christopher, on the other hand, would soon show up to find his kidnapped sister.

If I could get a hold of Claire before Chris arrived.. I could use her to my advantage.

I quickened my past, my boots echoing along the concrete, rock and dirt roads.

Soon, Claire. Just you wait.

Author's Note: I'm not very 'pleased' with this chapter... I feel that it could have been better, but it's still alright. Review and tell me what you think of it. Oh, now we know the answer to some of the questions asked; were those men working with Wesker? In a way, they 'are', but aren't. xD It's confusing, a bit.