Raymond, Parker and Quint regrouped on floor four.

"Quint, you can go back to the others now. Raymond and I will get the combination."

"Ok. Good luck."

Quint ran eagerly down the stairwell and headed back to the room.

He only had to deal with about three hunters until he stood outside the door.

And there stood Jessica.

"Quint!" She called, tears streaked her cheeks.

"Jessica. Uh, hi."

She was standing right outside the room Teekay and Keith were in.

She'd see Teekay was infected and would kill her on sight, Keith too probably. He had to get her away from that room.

"Quint I'm so glad to see you. I haven't seen anyone else since I split up with Raymond. Where is everyone?"

Quint sighed. If he was going to protect his friends, he'd have to tell Jessica that they hadn't made it. Then he could get her out of there, and she wouldn't want to look for the others. Then he could make some stupid excuse, go back inside, and get the others out. It was crazy, but it just might work.

"We lost Keith. Hunters got him."

"Hunters? Quint I'm so sorry!" To Quint's surprise, Jessica looked genuinely upset.

"It's ok."

"What about Raymond?"

"I don't know. But we lost Teekay."

"Well, no surprises there. But I'm sure Parker's devastated."

"He was, until he killed himself." Quint replied.

Quint quietly reached into his pocket and flicked off his radio.

"Parker killed himself? Oh god. Is anyone still alive?"

Quint shook his head sadly.

"Just you and me as far as I know."

"I tried to get out using the door in the lobby, but it's locked."

"Locked? It can't be!"

"It is! Honest!" Jessica insisted.

Quint frowned.

"Show me."

She glared.

"Fine."

He sighed with relief as she headed towards the elevator. At least it got her away from the door.

Keith stared sadly at Teekay.

She was slumped in the chair, writhing in agony. Her eyes flickered from blue to red. She was on the verge of death.

He sighed and radioed Parker.

"Grinder here. If you don't get down here soon, I'm putting her out of her misery."

"No!" Parker yelled, "Don't! Just, give us another half hour or so. The combination's got to be around here somewhere."

"Parker, I can't just keep her alive, it's cruel."

"Don't kill her! Just a little longer! Please!"

"Parker!" Raymond said in a whisper, "Keep your voice down. The last thing we need is a bunch of B.O.W.s on our ass."

Parker nodded.

"Right, sorry."

They were in what looked like some kind of dining room. It was larger than any of the other rooms they'd come across so far.

Almost in response to Raymond's comment, the ceiling began to shake.

"Oh great, what now?" Parker asked as the floor vibrated and the walls began to crumble.

A creature stepped out of the ceiling dust and the two men stared in horror.

It had a similar design to the T-103 model of the Tyrant, which wasn't impossible. It would be stupid to assume that some of Umbrella's most powerful and frightening abominations had gone unnoticed.

But this guy was clearly still a working progress. Unless of course, Tricell had intended for the creature to be missing an arm, and was going to allow its heart to be completely exposed due to lack of skin around the chest.

"What the hell is that?" Parker muttered.

"Aim for the chest." Raymond replied.

The chest certainly seemed to be the weakest point, a few hits from Parker's shotgun, and the creature momentarily doubled over, allowing Raymond to kick it in the throat and hit it over the head with his lead pipe.

Raymond's time in the dining room consisted mainly of running around looking for a weapon, until Parker finally tossed him a handgun. The redhead responded with a nod of thanks before shooting the Tyrant in the eye.

It took several more hits and misses before the creature finally went down – and stayed there.

Raymond carefully placed a hand over the back of his head. He'd had a headache since he woke up in the room with the pipe, and it was getting worse. Before Parker could ask his friend what was wrong, Keith's voice came over his radio.

"Grinder here, is Jackass alright? I can't get in contact with him."

Parker frowned as Raymond went to examine the area of the room behind the Tyrant.

"Quint? I sent him back to you."

"Well, he's not here." Keith replied.

Raymond picked up a leather bound journal and flicked it open.

So the cure it seems is all too real. We've secured a few samples in the upper lab for future experiments, and are considering dispatching a team to retrieve any other samples. However, that could prove to be as impossible a securing every sample of the T-Virus. At any rate, the combination to the safe is 1960. The year that marked the real creation of Tricell. To prevent this journal falling into the wrong hands, I have attempted to re-create one of Umbrella's finest B.O.W.s.

The creature follows the design of the Tyrant (T-103 model), but when I've completed it, it will be much stronger, and much easier to control. I plan to give it much heavier body armour and a metal plate on its chest to protect its heart. I've decided to call it the Tyrant T-104.

When my beautiful creature is complete, no one will dare to look for this journal.

"Parker, I got the combination. 1960."

"Good work Cadet. Keith, keep her alive. We'll be there soon."

"Roger. What about Quint?"

"We'll look for him as soon as we cure Teekay."

"But-"

"He's a grown man, Keith. If he can survive Valkoinen Mokki, He'll survive this no problem."

Keith wasn't entirely sure that that was true, but said nothing. Raymond clutched his head and swayed a little. Parker managed to catch him before he fell.

"Raymond! Are you ok?"

Raymond nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My head hurts a little, that's all."

"Come on, you can rest when we get back to the room."

"Go on without me." Raymond urged, "I'll be fine."

"No. We're not leaving anyone behind."

"See? Locked. I told you."

Quint frowned at the door. It was locked alright. The handles wouldn't budge. He had hoped he could go outside, drop Jessica at the helicopter, and go back for the others, but now it seemed they were trapped.

"Now what?" She asked.

"I guess we should split up and look for the key." He replied.

Of course, his plan was to go find Parker and Raymond and warn them to stay out of Jessica's sight as soon as he found out what floor she'd be on.

"Ok." Jessica headed to the elevator.

"Wait! What floor'll you be on?" Quint asked.

She shrugged.

"Meet back here in fifteen minutes." She replied.

"Ok." He replied. He headed towards the stairs and as the elevator doors closed, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his radio. He flicked it back on and radioed Parker.

"Jackass here. I found Jessica and told her you were dead. She also thinks Keith and Teekay are dead."

"What? Why?"

"If she found Keith and Teekay, she'd say they were hindering the mission, and she'd probably kill them."

"We should have just blasted this place from the air like I wanted to! Then none of this would have happened!" Parker fumed.

"They couldn't. This place harbours valuable info. There were rumours of it holding a vaccine or a cure, or something useful." Quint replied, "Just stay out of Jessica's way, alright?"

"Yeah. Ok. We're almost at the lab. You wouldn't believe the stuff we had to deal with. Head back to the others ok?"

"Ok. Jackass out."

He headed up the staircase to the third floor and made his way back to the room. Three zombies, two Hunters and several new types of B.O.W. he couldn't even name came out of nowhere, which meant he took even longer in getting back.

He shoved open the door and stared.

Teekay was still in the chair, but she wasn't moving even slightly. She looked, was she... dead?

Jessica stood behind Keith, holding him at gunpoint.

Ok, I understand the chapter was only a page longer than the others, but it's still longer. ;) The next chapter's the final chapter, and then that's it I'm afraid.