A/N: This particular chapter features some OCs, but don't worry. The only one that plays a significant enough role is one we needed for another antagonist. The story doesn't revolve heavily around them over the characters we all already know.

Vince walked the halls of the Neo-Umbrella science facility, a total of four J'avo in military uniforms that bore Tricell logos walked beside him as they passed through winding walkways and valleys of staircases. The soft drum roll of pattered feet resounded as they moved forward together until the man drenched in black slowed to a stop that caused the J'avo to follow instantly. Vince shifted through a variety of buttons on his phone and connected to his employer via the small screen that flashed to life. "I have the virus with me, the facility however is not salvageable."

"Destroy everything." The reply was short as it always was, a voice quiet and stern that laced itself with domineering power. The would-be god had never been anything less than all business and he accepted nothing but the most capable operatives to act as his hands in the area of field work. He demanded perfection, anything less was dealt with harshly and wiped from their pitiful existence.

"And the scientists?" Vince had to be sure. There were no mistakes when working under Albert Wesker, not if he intended to live. The man had dug himself out of a volcano after being shot out of an aircraft, riddled with countless bullets, and even blasted with rockets all of which would have killed a lesser individual, particularly those of mortal standards. But the man behind those dark, ominous shades was far from human, he'd lost all touch with that side of himself many years ago. The glowing suns that flared behind his lenses were proof enough of that statement, a hardened gaze that could pierce fear into even the strongest of men.

"Everything."

Vince nodded. With a series of pressed buttons he ended the call and continued his trek through the facility. He made a motion over his shoulder toward the sauntering feet that trailed along the halls with him. "You, J'avo, go find our missing operative while I address our..." The J'avo nodded and turned around as the one of the garage sized doors fell into their path. A horde of diseased and rotting individuals staggered out with arms outstretched and mouths that hungered for flesh, "Go! We'll take care of this." Everything set into motion with the command.

Dawning his nine-oh-nine, he jumped into the middle of all the infected. With the use of his quickened reflexes from years of experience, he quickly offed two of the creatures with shots to the brain, one after the next, before he elbowed a third that had appeared behind him. He quickly bypassed it to duck down in front of his J'avo, one leg outstretched to the side and away from his body for better balance. "Fire." The command was given and the three J'avo opened fire on what was left, the remaining bodies hit the floor with sickening thuds as they began to melt away into nothingness.

As he walked over the disintegrating bodies, Vince ordered one of his J'avo to go start the self destruct sequence in the command room along with a order to cause a distraction. J'avo weren't always as reliable as agents were for getting things done, but they sufficed due to their maintained intelligence and the fact that they couldn't wander away out of their control. They did make good bodybags for covering their trails when needed, however.

Vince turned to leave the pawns behind him as they scurried about at the given orders. Now, it was time he met the famous Chris Redfield face to face.

Henry opened fire at the incoming infected until they were all smears on the floor, quickly he ordered Sofia, the group's demolitions expert to check the large garage door on the opposite side of the room. They needed a way out and they needed it now before they got too overwhelmed.

"It's sealed tight." The soft voice had said as the group defended her from the oncoming assault of infected that shrieked and sputtered somewhere behind her.

Henry nodded and turned toward his Captain, "Orders, sir?"

"Looking for something?"

Henry, along with everyone else in the squad turned and aimed their weapons at a man who wore a gas mask and carried a brief case, followed by two of the creatures they fought outside, "HANDS UP NOW, WHO ARE YOU?" The Lieutenant hollered, eyes narrowed as the grip on his weapon tightened. None of the BSAA soldiers had noticed the familiar logo of Tricell stamped at the arms of the J'avo who stood in the background, all eyes instead directed at the unidentified man.

There was a snort, "I'm whoever you want me to be cause I'm sure as hell not saying my real name... So this is him." The man said, Henry could almost sense a smile form under his gas mask. "You may want to leave, Chris Redfield, this facility won't last the hour and it'd be a shame for you to lose another team..." He taunted in an attempt to crawl under the Captain's skin. It almost seemed to work, but time was a delicate thing and already too much had passed. "Anyway, it's time for me to go."

"Oh, no you don't!" Henry said as he was about to pull the trigger on his assault rifle, only to be stopped by the realization that the garage door Sofia had taken a look at earlier was opening. It seemed to be even more packed because zombies eagerly ran out, including a red monstrosity that looked as if all its skin had been taken off.

Chris Redfield liked to think he was still capable of doing the right thing; as a Captain, many heavy decisions rested on his shoulders out in the field. But that didn't stop the mention of his team and the hinted insult directed at the two that had come prior from causing his finger to uncharacteristically twitch against the trigger as his features hardened. He already had to face the reminder through the constant and unrelenting nightmares that hadn't ceased even after the past two years, to hear it again almost caused something inside him to snap - something that had taken too long to replace the first time. He'd thought he was beyond that.

"Don't move!" He'd called after the male that had attempted to start a retreat further back into the facility. Much like his new ATL, Chris had come dangerously close to clamping his finger over the trigger despite their orders to take as many people as possible for questioning. Clearly, the masked individual that had come to meet them face to face held more leverage than simple workers or scientists, and he had a high probability of being more useful to them alive. But that hadn't washed away the temptation to open fire, especially if the place was rigged to blow. If he was being honest, their mission would get cut a hell of a lot shorter than intended and if they didn't hurry, the B.S.A.A. would come up nearly empty handed.

"Fire! Fire!" Henry called out in a rush as he opened up on the infected. Hurriedly, he retook aim at the man walking away towards the door at the end of the room as the reddened, fleshy creature jumped in the air at him. He quickly threw down his weapon and managed to catch it in mid air, with a twist of his weight he moved to flip it onto the floor. He took out his sidearm and shot the creature in the heart then proceeded to retrieve his main weapon as chaos ensued around him. He fell in line with the rest of the group, gun back in his firm grip from the place it had fallen to on the floor as he pulled the trigger to fend off the attacks.

Chris stared down the iron sights of his assault rifle, brown oculars never wavered from their target as he debated on the action, against all better judgement. A sudden shriek had been what finally drew his attention away from the black-clad antagonist and toward his team. One of the newer additions to Alpha, Kavanagh, had been knocked off his feet with a gaping maw of a zombie snapping open and closed inches from his face. Chris acted on reflex; gun redirected at the creature, this time without hesitation to pull the trigger. With a bullet pierced directly through it's brain cavity, the monster slunk forward and dissipated before their eyes.

That was all it took for the agent - whatever he was - to slip away. Chris hadn't realized it until his eyes scanned back through the crowd; nothing left but Alpha and the approaching zombies. "Damn it!" No one had time to follow, not with the swarm of infected on their backs. They'd lost a lead and the clock was ticking; whoever the man was said the building wouldn't last the hour, he had danced around the specifics like any cliche villain would. That meant the countdown was likely much closer to reaching zero than hinted - if he was telling the truth. They'd only just arrived barely a handful of minutes ago, and already the place was ready to crumble and destroy any evidence.

If it was false Intel to keep them side tracked, then whoever was behind the release of B.O.W.s would have time to gather whatever they'd needed and leave with the B.S.A.A. left behind to play the fool. Still, the chance was just as high that they were living on limited time each moment they stayed, and the Captain couldn't take that risk. It was possible for them to have had enough time to get what they needed, then evacuate before it was too late.

Vince chuckled as his J'avo shut the door behind him and left the B.S.A.A. to their fate. It would buy him the time he needed to get out of their reach and to where he'd needed to be. Quickly he opened his phone and connected to the general channel for all agents in the area, "Hunk, this area's about to go up in smoke, leave now, this includes anyone else in the vicinity."

Not waiting for a reply, he shut his phone and placed it in his pocket as he continued to walk until he stepped into the elevator that would take him to his escape chopper on the roof. As he seated himself in the pilot's chair and flipped the switches until the blades began to spin above him, he opened his phone and connected specifically to his 'partner'. The image flickered to life in front of him and he was met with the sight of a mask perfectly identical to his own, "This facility is gone in twenty minutes, so I'm giving you seven to finish up. I don't want those B.S.A.A. to get up here before you do."

The agent gave a single, quick nod. "On my way." It was the only reply he'd seen before the footage of the other man faded to black.

After he shut his phone, Vince took off his gas mask and put on his glasses so he could clearly see everything he was doing. Vince was diagnosed with ocular degeneration when he was younger, it had gotten worse to the point where he couldn't read things from far away without his glasses. It was a painfully slow process, but his eyes would continue degrading. Thankfully for the moment he could still see, and he'd continue to do his job until he was completely blind. "We will be gods..."

A/N: Co-written with Pqfire09, who did all the character development and dialogue for Vince, Henry, and Sofia. He was also the one to write for Albert Wesker. I only edited some of the text to twist it into a more story-esque version of the roleplay.

Chris Redfield and the randomly mentioned non-important Kavanagh were written by me.

More characters are to make appearances the further the story goes.