Chapter Thirteen

The snow piled back in a wave of white diamonds as the snowmobile plunged deeper into the frozen terrain. Sheva could feel the color rising in her cheeks as the man behind her pulled his hands closer about her waist, but she had no time for embarrassment…or rage. After he had explained what had transpired between he and Jill, Alomar had to resist every urge within her body to strangle the man. She asked Leon why he had not trusted the BSAA with the information instead of Valentine, but he had simply refused as to telling her why. Something to do about the president's orders… he couldn't or wouldn't go into any details, and it was driving her insane. None the less he had offered to take her to the same place that he had instructed Jill, and now they were within a minute or so of arrival. Leon whispered against her ear, his voice sounding so different now that the fake accent she had grown accustomed to, was gone. "Turn about fifteen degrees to your left about twenty feet forward and stop. We will have to go on foot after that…" Growling in acknowledgement, Sheva nodded, banking the vehicle in the direction told. Seconds later she was turning off the engine. Leon went into a dead sprint as she moved off her helmet, his light form racing across the hard packed ice.

Throwing the head gear to the side, Sheva followed like suit, her chocolate hues becoming wide as suddenly Leon's form disappeared. Where had he gone? As she slowed, Alomar looked ahead. As far as she could see, the plain was level… A sudden jerk took her off her feet, slamming her at a diagonal direction into a snow bank that she had not seen previously. A rim that disappeared into a rift that extended into the snow like a hidden bowl… About to ask how he had even seen it, a gloved fingertip was shoved against her lips. "Shh…something's going on…I haven't seen this much activity in months.."

It was true, various vans and cargo trucks were moving around on a lower stage like area, men and women packing containers into waiting vehicles. It was almost like a large move… Leon inched his two fingers at Sheva, and the woman nodded as they crept towards the left side. Evidently Kennedy knew a way down, and they were going to find out exactly what happened…

And where Jill and Chris were..

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She felt so tired…

The little girl could barely feel the ice-cream cone being taken from her grasp, but all she knew was that both her hands were now free. Laying her head back against the plane seat, she slowly blinked her eyes. Her doctor smiled down sympathetically, brushing back a few strands of her hair. Pulling a soft blanket over her, the man began to tuck her in gently. "You ok, kiddo? You look tired, do you need a nap?" Scrunching her brows together confusedly, the little girl desperately tried to formulate her fuzzy thoughts. "I…I…why am I so sleepy…where's momma?" Her doctor gently placed a pillow under the child's head, retrieving a small stuffed animal from one of the carry on bags. It was a rabbit… he had remembered when she had first seen the rabbits in the observation tanks, and had bounced happily when Trent had given her a stuffed one for her second birthday. She had carried it everywhere, even to her weekly checkup, and had insisted that he use the stethoscope to check the stuffed rabbit's heart as well.

Curling her arm around the little toy, the little girl's eyes began to become heavier as she slowly succumbed to sleep. "Where's momma, Doctor Larson…" The man sat back, folding his arms as he watched the child before him. Even as she fell into a drug induced slumber, he softly talked to her in order to put her dreaming mind at ease. "She'll be here soon…don't you worry…sleep tight.." As he gently tested her to make sure of her unconsciousness, Larson flicked open his cell phone. Waiting briefly before the line was picked up, the man gently stroked his black facial hair. "Yes…Tell Trent that he will have his extra sample from test subject Angel Two when we land…."

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"I can't believe this is happening…" His words were barely audible above his thoughts as the machine was placed upon his chest. The same, ruby like scarab latched into his skin like an insect ready for blood. Jill on the other hand had been put in a cryo- tank to stop whatever that was making her ill…

He cringed as the device punctured into his veins, the pain almost unbearable. But he wasn't going to give the coy scientist the satisfaction of screaming out. The thought that this was a refined version of what he had torn of Jill in Africa nearly brought tears to his eyes…So this was what it felt like… Declothed, alone, the drug clouding into your mind to make you more docile. It was as if life was a dream that he was walking through as he was lead upon the plane. The only reason that he had even agreed to doing this was for Jill…and he wondered that the reason Angelica had ordered it to be like this was for him to have deeper understanding of what his wife had gone through…what she had felt like… Despite his controlled state, Chris still felt a pang of worry through his controlled mind as he saw Jill's tank being loaded in a separate vehicle…. Angelica would die by his hands…

Looking up at the white coated scientist as he strapped him into the arm restraints that held him flush to the wall, Chris barely recognized his own voice as he mustered the will to use it. "Where are you taking me.." The female's eyebrows rose as she continued her work, her short hair falling into her eyes. Brushing it back, the blacking strands fell neatly to the side. "Calm down, sir. The trip to the Arklay facility will only take awhile. The sleeper drug will make it seem like a few minutes to you…now.." Pressing the crimson machine on his chest, Chris felt a new flush of medicine run into his veins. His head began to hand limply forwards as his last thoughts drained from him… Angelica had said they were going back to Raccoon…had Umbrella built another facility….

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Ada pulled on her sunglasses as the helicopter alighted on the helipad. Trent waved a welcome hand to her as she stepped up into the aircraft, her red coat's tails flapping in the kicking up wind. Smiling like a mating shark as she sat next to him, Trent retrieved a bottle of expensive champagne from the seat on the other side. Also producing two glasses, he offered one to Ada as he popped the bottle. The take off proved for a messy pouring, but he expertly made the glass. Ada took the offer graciously, a sadistic smile across her painted lips. "What is the occasion, Trent?" Raising her glass in question, a tweezed eyebrow rose. Trent chuckled as he raised his glass to meet hers with a resounding clink. "Everything is working out for the best, and now this will mark Umbrella's official return to Raccoon City. It is a glorious day… I do love it when everything goes to plan.." Ada's smile deepened as she nodded, taking a sip of her pricy drink. Crossing her legs, the coy expression remained on her mouth as they took off into the pale, blue sky.

"As do I…..

A/N I could not remember for the life of me If I gave the doctor who was working with Angelica's child a name or not…and I'm too lazy to look through it xDD So from now on, her doctor is indeed named, Doctor Frederick Larson…

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