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AN: OC, or Original Characters. Love them, hate them, use them sparingly, or be generous with the servings? Hm. For me, I need them, if only have a larger cast of characters that will move the story forward while they make sense for being there in the first place. Therefore, Adrian and his men for one, will be important to the story, hence their large presence in this chapter. No, there will not be a love triangle, none of that stuff…unless you want it in there…(evil/hopeful smile)

Warning: Nothing. Consider last chapter all Chris & Wesker, this one all Adrian & 3 T's…and some Claire. Hope you got enough Chris and Wesker though from the last chapter to tide you over to when they pop up again next chapter.

By the way, I don't know much about technology so pardon any mistakes I make. And please pardon my lateness. There has been some…technical difficulties.

Disclaimer: Gah! As much as I'd love to own RE and Wesker and Chris and make them my personal driver and butler, alas, I cannot. I do not own them. But I do own Adrian, the triple Ts, and of course, Jean. Yay…

Chapter Five:

Family

Night fell quickly upon the facility. Within white walls, white ceiling lights and air conditioners hummed quietly. Corridors extended for what seemed like miles in silence, empty of the pitter-patter of feet hurrying to go to an office, an elevator, or a laboratory. Almost all activity had ceased within the Generation facility… except for the music pouring out of a small radio on top of a table inside a room occupied by one person.

Adrian watched the flickering screen inside the vacant surveillance room. It was his usual post after everyone else had departed for their homes, in some cases their offices in order to jot down some notes on a previous exercise or lab experiment.

At the moment, the solitary mercenary had deemed it a good decision on his part to review the current day's tapes, especially for the tapes recording Albert Wesker's cell.

"Chris Redfield's cell as well." The merc corrected himself in a murmur. Green eyes watched with muted interest as Redfield had retreated to the back of the cell upon seeing Wesker. The blonde eventually reached him, and the merc saw for himself how deeply injured the brunette's mental and emotional state was by the way in which Redfield had suddenly grabbed Wesker's arm, as if he were a drowning man. And to Adrian he was, drowning in a sea of emotion that had gradually built up over the years of interacting with the blonde man, his arch nemesis…his former lover?

"What do we have here?" Adrian asked, face vexed as he saw the older blonde man kiss the younger one with a gentleness that would astound anyone and everyone who interacted with Wesker. Just as surprising was the fact that Chris didn't break away and only moved closer to weld himself to the other man's body and it wasn't until they had pressed up against the wall that Adrian saw the younger man break away.

But it was only for a short while.

As if bidding a sweet dream adieu, Redfield grabbed onto Wesker and surprisingly enough, the blonde allowed him to, going so far as to actually embrace the brunette back…as if to comfort him…as if he cared about the other man's mental and emotional state of being.

Adrian knew that it was too early in Chris's appearance in the facility for Wesker to have already established ulterior motives for caring for Redfield in this manner. The raven haired merc knew that the blonde had been genuinely surprised to have seen the younger man in the cell and perhaps it was this particular reaction that Generation had been searching for. The video feed had in short, exposed a potential weakness for the blond Tyrant.

And Adrian was the only person so far who had seen it.

The merc's light sigh broke the silence in the room. Adrian knew that there was the correct thing to do (according to Generation and his job), and the right thing to do (according to his instinct). In the end, it was this video that may have just given him the perfect playing piece in his own mission regarding Generation…and it also offered him more insight into who Albert Wesker and Christopher Redfield was. So it was these two former reasons that Adrian used for why he did what he did next, and not anything to do with his beliefs or worse, emotions.

Adrian inserted a small silver flash drive into the monitor that connected with the video feed. Quickly, and with assurance of someone familiar with technology, the mercenary downloaded the video of the previous hours events in the cell that the two men occupied. As soon as that task was finished, Adrian deleted the video from the surveillance room's system and uploaded a copy of a previous night's video which only showed a sleeping Wesker. Once done, Adrian tucked his flash drive into the secret pocket of his jacket and stared at the new loop feed.

Would everyone be willing to believe that Redfield was asleep in the bottom bunk, a place that kept any occupants hidden away from the camera?

With Wesker as a cellmate, it was more than possible and the mercenary pinned his hopes on the blonde's controlling personality and the need to dominate, even when it came to material possessions.

"Let's hope you're predictable enough for this at least," Adrian muttered and cocked his head to the side when he heard heavy footsteps.

"Hey boss," Trent's voice boomed in the silent space and Adrian had to repress the urge to smack his subordinate (gently, of course) upside the head. He would never truly grow accustomed to the man's loud nature, but he more than made up for it with his skills with firearms.

"Yes, Trent?" Adrian asked, keeping his voice deadly calm. It was the only indicator that he was irritated with the firearms expert.

"Ted and I just got back from visiting Terry." Trent told him, eyes running over the screens monitoring all of Generation's facility. Boy, I sure as hell don't envy the boss, he thought with a twinge of sympathy. Personally, he couldn't sit still for more than twenty minutes, as a result, he was always left to patrol the outside of the facility or the cell area instead of keeping an eye on the monitors.

"Oh?" The curiosity in Adrian's voice wasn't forced this time. "How is Terry?"

"A-OK and ready to roll out day after tomorrow, sir." Trent replied with a chuckle. "He's madder than hell that's he locked up for the next couple of days for observation. Says he can't wait, thinks we're gonna crash the van or something."

"I don't blame him." Adrian had spun around to look at his subordinate and stood up to stretch. Bright green eyes took notice of the dark circles underneath Trent's eyes and knew the loyal man was waiting to be dismissed for the night. As would Ted, were it not for the redhead staying overnight to keep an eye on the youngest of the group.

The usually coolly observing face softened at the closeness between his men, a closeness that spoke of family though they were of different blood. Their ages however, were close enough, and so was their sense of duty in fulfilling their jobs. Duty was second to loyalty, and Adrian knew that soon he would have to reveal to his men what he had just done.

"You should turn in now, Trent." Adrian said, seeing the man stifle a yawn.

"What about you, boss?" He asked, trying to act alert. "Shouldn't your shift have ended hours ago?"

"That doesn't concern you," Trent's boss replied with a faint smile. "Shouldn't you have turned in four hours ago?"

Adrian smirked as Trent muttered something about driving Ted to the hospital and taking over his shift, followed by something about not being dismissed.

"Well then." Adrian said, resting a gloved hand on his comrade. "You're dismissed, Trent. Good night."

Trent gave his superior a nod and was about to turn around to leave when he stopped, as if remembering something.

"Adrian." Trent's voice was quieter now, more serious.

"Yes?"

"Are you gonna want a lift to see Terry tomorrow?" Trent asked, watching his boss carefully. "You haven't debriefed him yet."

It was true. Adrian had to juggle different responsibilities as new Head of Security at Generation besides being commander of the combat teams. It didn't help that other than his men, the others were complete fools in combat without heavy weaponry, rendering them useless in missions where stealth was necessary, such as the one that included retrieving Christopher Redfield. Then again, Adrian admitted, he was biased.

The fact that one of his own was injured and had been taken to a local hospital (which was further than one may think) rather than the facility's clinic had raised some questions, leaving Adrian with little time to debrief his team individually, and none at all with Terry. It was only the excuse that he needed a contact on the outside to take care of any witnesses that saved him from any more scrutiny. After all, Adrian was well known for his lethal methods in dealing with eyewitnesses, and if Generation wanted to continue to prosper in secret, then it would allow the Head of Security to do whatever he needed and wanted to do.

"I would greatly appreciate it, Trent." Adrian said with a warm smile. "I'll be here when it's time."

"Okay." Trent nodded, happy that his boss was planning on visiting their teammate. But more importantly, it meant that they would all be out of the facility for a couple of hours.

Now, the firearms expert was aware that there were things going on here that were highly illegal, nothing new to him. The disturbing part was the fact that Adrian hadn't told them all about what was going on, which meant one of two things. Either Adrian didn't know and knew as much as they did, or Adrian knew and was withholding information from them in order to keep them safe.

Needless to say, neither option boded well.

"G'night boss." Trent said, refusing to lose precious hours of sleep over this. After all, he trusted his superior and there was always the next morning to figure out things over a cup of coffee. Hopefully breakfast too.

"Goodnight." Adrian waited for Trent's heavy footsteps to leave before returning to his post, and sighed at the thought of facing the curiosity of three men tomorrow, three men who knew when he was hiding something.

Adrian's eyes flickered over the screens devoid of activity and decided to make himself a cup of coffee. It would help keep him awake and plan out an execution plan should Redfield's friend decide to sing a little too soon…as well as future plans involving two very interesting men….

The morning brought no relief for all parties involved, except for the youngest Redfield. But it was only because she didn't know that the world that had already spun and landed in an upside down position was going to spin once again.

The drawn curtains didn't tolerate even a sliver of light inside the small and usually bright kitchen. So when Claire walked in to make herself some coffee, darkness greeted her at seven in the morning, when usually rays of weak sunshine would filter through the crack in the curtains and provide a natural light. This time, Claire had to flick the switch and the kitchen seemed to warm up instantly as darkness was banished for the day.

The redhead yawned as she poured coffee grounds into the paper thin filter, and was sliding the top into place when the shrill ringing of the telephone snapped her into alertness.

A phone call at this hour?

Years of paranoia, and an instinct sharpened over the years of fighting Umbrella told Claire that this call would not be a happy one. Part of her wanted to ignore the phone, to hold off on hearing about the latest devious plot to take over the world using biological weapons, but…Wesker was gone, and in her opinion, no onecould be worse than him.

"Maybe it's a machine." Claire mumbled hopefully and shook her head when the ringing renewed, sounding more desperate than the last time.

Or maybe…it was Chris?

"Morning, boss." Trent greeted, pausing in the middle of the surveillance room. His casual outfit, black t-shirt and navy jeans hid the fact that he was a Generation employee, which was exactly what he wanted. Brown hair was carefully brushed down to the back of his neck, giving him the look of a man attempting to look his Sunday best.

"Good morning, Trent." Adrian greeted, the twitch of his lips the only indication that he had taken in the brunette's appearance. He himself had dressed in a long-sleeved black collared shirt, neatly pressed and ironed to go with his black jeans and a cleaner pair of boots. Like his preference for men, Adrian did not hide his preference for wearing black, another thing he had in common with the infamous Albert Wesker…

"I think I've just been turned off the color forever." Adrian muttered with a shake of his head.

"What was that, sir?" Trent asked curiously.

"Nothing." Adrian assured him. "Let's go."

But first, he was going to change into another shirt.

"How are you feeling, Terry?" Adrian asked, sitting down in a chair reserved for visitors.

The fake cheerfulness of the hospital was drawing on his nerves, as was the white color of the small private room Terry was recovering in. But his teammate needed him and Adrian wasn't about to let him down over this.

At least the chair was comfortable. And the large window did offer a lovely view of the parking lot, where beetle sized cars were stationed in parking spaces and ant sized people milled about, some dressed in their work uniforms.

"Fine boss." Terry replied, dark eyes thoughtful as a hand came to scratch at the black beard he was beginning to grow. "Sure could use a shave though."

"Perhaps when you leave the hospital." Adrian said patiently, ignoring the rolling eyes of Trent. Ted was sleeping on the other unoccupied chair, red hair flattened over his eyes as quiet snores kept the room from being too silent. Had the redhead been awake, he would have also rolled his eyes and began lecturing on how a concussion should have been of more concern to the man, not his beard. It was amusing in a way, to see the usually docile medic lose his temper and yell for hours on end about taking care of one's health.

As a result, the men took great care not to become injured during missions. Or sick, though Ted did make fantastic chicken noodle soup.

"Terry, can you recall what happened with Mr. Redfield?" Adrian asked, taking a tape recorder from Trent with a nod. It was already on and Adrian set it on the table next to Terry's bed before turning his full attention on his subordinate.

"Sure." Terry said easily and added slowly, "He's a strange guy, for starters."

"How so?" Adrian inquired, relaxed at knowing that Terry usually had a point to his thoughts.

Usually.

"Well…I reckon a guy like him, running for his life and all, since I don't suppose he knew we had to capture him, would have put a bullet through my head 'stead of just whacking me on the head."

"Pistol whipped you." Trent said gleefully, from his new post near the front door. "Redfield better not have shot you, Ter. I would've given him a new hole to-"

"Trent. Thank you." Adrian said calmly and the brunette gave his superior a lazy salute before returning his attention to the people passing by the room in the hallway.

"Well, whatever he did," Terry shrugged. "He didn't kill me. Thought he would've. I saw that look in his eyes, a look that said he's seen too much and was sick of it all. And he'd do anything to get the hell out."

A thoughtful silence overtook all three men as they recalled the instances in their lives when they too, had borne that look. The look of a killer.

"First thing he said," Terry broke the silence. "Was to get out of the car, or my brains would be decorating the dashboard, somethin' like that."

Trent snorted. "What brains?"

"Then he said to get down on my knees and when I took a swipe at him with my knife-"

"Terry." Adrian said with surprise, and even Trent's mouth dropped a little at the violent move. A violent quickmove from the younger man.

"He 'pistol whipped' me. And I conked out. Don't remember much after that. Next thing I know, I wake up here with Ted snoring in the chair." Terry offered Adrian an apologetic smile. "Sorry to cause ya trouble, boss."

"No need to apologize, Terry." Adrian said easily. "I am glad you were not seriously hurt."

"But you could've been." A sleepy voice muttered. Blue green eyes snapped open to glare at the youngest man in the group. "Next time, someone's staying with you."

"But-" Terry began to protest and turned to Adrian. "Adrian, I can handle being on my own. Really." His usually calm voice took on a childishly whiny note and Trent broke out grinning at the argument that was sure to break out.

"Children." Adrian said sternly and the men ceased their bickering. "We can discuss this later. When Terry rejoins us tomorrow. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." The two men replied sullenly.

"Wait." Terry's eyes narrowed. "Who's driving my van?"

"I am." Adrian replied with a not quite angelic smile.

"Oh." Terry nodded slowly, the relaxed air slipping into place again. "I suppose that's alright. As long as Trent doesn't take the wheel, 'cause he'd end up wrecking my baby. And she's my spare one."

"Actually, I got your real baby back." Trent said with another grin. "Found the girl's place and after bugging her phone, I drove it back."

"Then how did you get there in the—" Ted broke off at the mischievous spark in his teammate's eye. "You know what? Don't tell me."

Good call. Adrian and Terry thought. Trent had the habit of getting what he wanted through a variety of means of persuasion. No one in the group was interested in what, exactly.

"I owe ya one." Terry said and Trent nodded in a 'damn straight' way.

Adrian had turned off the recorder and stood up, Ted sleepily following suit.

"Thank you, Terry." Adrian said, with warmth to the injured man. "We'll be here to pick you up as soon as possible tomorrow, so try and get some rest."

"Yes sir." Terry yawned. "You're welcome sir."

"I'll drop by later tonight." Trent said, when Adrian gave him the go ahead nod.

"Great." Terry said dryly, but his lit up expression betrayed his true feelings, which didn't surprise anyone.

Being alone at night wasn't something they liked anymore. It was something that deep inside, they feared, even Adrian who spent more time alone than any of his other comrades. At least he knew Trent or Drake was nearby, but in a hospital filled with nothing but strangers? It was the reason for why Ted had stayed the night before.

"See ya later." Terry waved to his departing teammates and friends before calling a nurse for a razor to shave his beard with.

"I forgot to mention," Ted said, once they had piled into the white van.

"Yes?" Adrian asked. He pulled on his seatbelt and turned to the medic.

"Nice shirt."

Trent snorted and Adrian shot the firearms expert a withering look.

"Thank you." He said, glancing at the dark red t-shirt he wore. It was plain and fit him perfectly, just the way he liked it.

"The girl's calling." Trent said, hearing a hushed female voice begin talking cautiously to another woman from a cell phone. The moment the former hostage made a call, Trent received a message and was now listening in, and pressed the button for the speakerphone so the others could listen in as well.

Adrian sighed. "I was hoping she would listen." He said under his breath. Next to him Ted lifted up a hand.

"You never said anything about calling his family, did you?" The redhead asked.

"No…" Adrian said slowly, green eyes widened in realization, or so the medic thought. "I didn't."

AN:Ah, Adrian. Screwed up there, my merc friend :) I apologize for the lack of Wesker and Chris interaction, but that will come next chapter. Pinky promise! Also, I've never written Claire before, though I have seen more of her from the RE movies and fanfic when I first started reading it…anyone remember Guess Who? Loved that fanfic! Have any of you seen the RE movies? What do you think of them?

Thank you all for your continued support, whether it's through alerts, reviews, or silent reading! You guys are the best and the reason why this story continues week after week.

Feedback is welcome, like always. And I'd love to hear about what you think about Original Characters, Out of Characters, Wesker's real eye color, and anything else on your mind.

Again, I apologize for the lateness. I cannot guarantee an update next week because again, there are technical difficulties (can't get access to the damn internet). Though I do have the next chapter written.

So, until next time (Raises coffee cup in one hand, croissant in the other) Bye bye! :)