Chapter Eight

Jill felt like the wind was a knife, and she…butter. Chattering as she watched Chris on top of the snow mobile, the woman curled up deeper into the pile of coats. Setting up fake traps at four in the morning was bad enough, but now they were actually doing the job that they had been sent here to do. The old facility site had been purged and burnt into the ground, offering no clues as to where the new site had been built. Chris had used a night vision scope to try and pick up and relative heat signatures, but so far luck had not been with them. Redfield sighed as he lowered himself back onto the vehicle, and checked his watch. Two days and nothing but near frostbitten toes had been the luck of the draw. Sundown was coming, and that meant they needed to get indoors. Revving the snowmobile's engine, Chris sped the two of them back towards the town.

After a warm meal and hot shower, Jill felt herself becoming more tired than she had felt in ages. Chris was already passed out in their bed, his fake beard and hat lying across the tiny chair that stood near the bathroom. She couldn't help but giggle when she saw it…the thing looked like a dead squirrel in the right lighting. Thinking back on it as she slid into the bed, it probably was…

The wind banged against the small housing they had rented, making it increasingly hard to sleep. Jill watched the ceiling, tossing over on her side out of frustration. Chris seemed to pay no mind, merely mumbling in his sleep that the washing machine was broken… Jill shook her head and put a pillow over her head.

The resistance of sleep began to become futile as she nodded off, the overpowering scent of fur and cotton making her nose twitch. A soft creak of the wooden walls made her stiffen, but the wind continued, lulling her back into a calm state. She didn't even feel the hand near her until it clamped down. Whoever dragged her from her bed was an expert, tucking her legs between his own, and slamming her arms to her sides. As the moonlight flashed, two blue eyes stared at Jill as she silently struggled, their clearness causing her to wish she had something sharp… A voice deeply growled against her ear, almost pleading in a manner. "Jill, calm down…please stop…you're gonna kill my boys if you don't stop kicking." At the sound of the voice, Jill froze, yanking her head free. "Leon S. Kennedy…I may kill you." The man chuckled lightly, setting her down on the living room couch. Holding a hand in front of him as she looked like she very well do what she threatened, the man sat across from her in a small wooden chair. "I'm sorry, but it had to be done. I couldn't risk waking your husband up…he doesn't like me too much as it is.." Pulling off the fake, blonde beard, Leon scratched the back of his head. Sure enough the man that had introduced himself as "Joseph" earlier, was none other than Leon Kennedy.

The young man had been a police trainee during the Raccoon City outbreak. Involved with the CIA and FBI the man had been a key component in taking down the original company, but ever since the Rockfort incident, he had been working off and on undercover missions for the President himself. Jill couldn't help but smirk at him, folding her arms over herself. He had been lucky she found the climate too cold to sleep in her normal way.. "Claire told me we would have a contact, I thought it was Sheva." Leon shook his head, waving one finger. "I'm not..Claire doesn't even know I'm here. I'm on a sensitive mission…regarding a last missing puzzle to the Wesker case." Jill froze. The very name made her wish to throw up, it's word sending chills down her spine. Forcing herself out of the emotion, she cocked her head. "Wesker's dead, Leon…what is the missing piece?" Leon lowered his voice, the air between his lips growing warm. "Ada Wong, his personal aid…She dropped off the map until about three months ago. She's here in Talakichki. And we want to know why…I have some information for you that may prove helpful. You and Chris are looking for the facility, right? Well…I've found their loading area." Tossing several pictures in front of her, the dim light revealed that a loading dock was near the place they had been scouting earlier today. The scenario was white, and down below the surface, only to be risen when a new shipment had arrived. The spot would be easy enough…

"Why are you helping us, Leon?" The young man eyed Jill carefully, replacing his beard. "To make sure you BSAA don't fudge an operation I've spent almost a year on. Do your business, but stay out of mine…understood?" Jill nodded as Leon moved for the door, holding the pictures close to herself. "Oh…and I would get a better lock…took me five seconds to pick, Valentine.." Jill grinned as her former student retreated outside. She was the daughter of thief, and one of her many specialties had been in such a field..maybe he was right.

Moving back towards the bedroom, Jill hid the pictures beneath her pillow….maybe she wouldn't tell Chris just yet…maybe she had some ideas of her own..

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Wesker relaxed upon his mattress, a permanent smirk splayed across his lips. Ada had finally made her presence aware, and it would not be long before freedom would be tasted again. He just had to be patient, and patience was one of his talents…at times. Flicking his eyes over to the door as Angelica entered the room, he could barely contain himself. Revenge would be upon this woman first when he was free…in every possible way imagined. He wondered, if the P30 could be refined, would it work on a creature such as her? Easing himself to the edge of the bed, Wesker presented his arm to be engulfed by the blood pressure cuff that she silently held out to him. Pumping the small tube, she listened to the heart, pressing the cool, flat metal to his chest. He watched in silence, furrowing his brows. Her face was calm, but a growing concern seemed to have arisen behind her eyes, though she well masked it. "Is there something wrong, Miss Burrows?" Angelica snapped out of her stupor, freeing his appendage almost immediately. "Your blood pressure is running a tad high, but nothing to be concerned about."

"High? I am in the perfect of health.." The news struck a cord into the man, his face lining with a deep frown. Angelica's demeanor broke, a small smile finally creasing her flawless lips. "Albert..we are not as young as we once were, and the human side of you has weakened over the years… It is nothing you cannot remedy….just keep yourself calm until the transfer is over, I am quite sure it is because you are nervous over that." Angelica turned her attention to her clip board, jotting down information. Within seconds the clip board went flying out of her hands, knocked backwards by a now angered Wesker. Pacing his hands on either side of her, his body back hers' against the wall roughly. His fury broiled behind the azure hues, making her raise a question eyebrow. Wesker hissed, his thin lips drawing back. "Don't you ever call me weak…not again." Angelica's crimson orbs flashed brighter in warming, her fingers digging into his biceps. "I was merely making a medical statement, Albert. Now I suggest you calm yourself before I am forced to give you a sedative…" Wesker hand flashed to her throat, pressing against the pulsing length. His rage seemed so forced when she looked at him like that. Angelica did nothing as he squeezed her neck, merely staring at him with a bored expression… She didn't need air for some time, and the pressure he was applying was nothing compared to what he had subjected her to before. None the less her chest moved upward out of habit, his fingers loosening and trailing down the curve of her neck.

Her skin flushed as he did so, though he was quite sure unwillingly. He was warmer now, where as her skin like fiery ice…tempting gooseflesh was running down, and he wondered what else was shivering.. Hoarsely he whispered his command, eyeing the dangerous woman before him carefully. "Do not ever call me weak.."

Pulling himself away, Wesker retreated to his bed, curling up away from the woman who had frustrated him so. The door signaled that she had left, taking his misery with her. He was not weak….he had never been weak….

They were the weak ones….

Then why whenever he looked at her, did he feel…so small…

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"Appppples lil girlie! Eat up!"

Angelica rubbed the spot on her neck that Wesker had left earlier, the redness still lingering. Her daughter was being fussy despite the fact her favorite food was in front of her. Cartoons had been abandoned for dinner, and now she was beginning to see whose temper the child had inherited. "No no no apples! You said I could see the new Mas..." Angelica sighed as she pushed the plate away. Running a hand through her hair, the woman nodded. "I did, but that was before you got sick huny…I can't risk it." The child pouted as she in turn got into a stare down contest with the fruit in front of her. Mumbling, the little girl looked on the edge of tears. "But I feel fine now.." Angelica in turn began to play with her daughter's hair, running her fingers through it and plating it down. "I know, but we are going to be traveling in two days, and the doctor says you need your rest. When we get there, we will have all sorts of things to do…you wait and see. We'll see if Doctor Landry has a portable device for you.." The little girl's tears slid down her cheeks at the mention of the medicine she had been hooked to for the past few days. The last week and a half had seemed like forever…and life was so boring from a hospital bed. "You mean..I could take it with me…and …do stuff?" Angelica nodded, tapping her lip. The P30 spider devices had been recovered…perhaps she could adapt one for the serum… Angelica nearly jumped in surprise as little fingers brushed against her neck. "What happened, Mommy?" Blinking as she watched her daughter's concern, Angelica pulled her into a soft hug. "I just had a tiny fight with, Daddy…"

"Can we see him before we go? I wanted to see him..just once…" Angelica shook her head. She had told her child from the beginning her father had been a great man, one that had wanted to change the world.

But now he was very sick, and no one could go near him… It hadn't exactly been a lie when she had told her, Wesker had been violent, nearly killing every single staff member that would try to treat him… Angelica had kept the little girl preoccupied, and never revealed her father's true name…or form…

"No huny, we have to leave him behind for now…maybe one day we can visit when he is better." Her offspring nodded as she picked up one of the apples and began to munch. Sighing in relief Angelica now knew she could not tell the girl that Wesker would be going as well… And Wesker could never know of his daughter… They would be nameless patients to one another…no matter what the cost.

She couldn't let him turn her baby into a weapon…