Chapter Fifteen

Larson loomed above his new patient, swiping a rag across her forehead. Angelica restlessly blinked upwards watching as Larson began to prepare another vial of the serum. Her eyes saw clearer than ever, and she knew just by the small amount she felt, that she had transformed once more back into her former form. But why….and how had it worn off so quickly… "Frederick? What…happened…where…am I…"

Looking over his shoulder, the man turned back her direction as he flicked the syringe. "It was assimilated by your system too fast, becoming nullified by the DNA similarities…" Even as his words felt foggy to her brain, Angelica shook herself into comprehension. DNA similarities… how was there similarities? Jerking her arm as he pressed his inhumanly cold hand to her flesh, Angelica growled. "Similarities? What the hell are you talking about, Frederick? What do you mean…" Looking down as his hand roughly clamped down upon her forearm, the woman began to panic inside. Something in her gut felt wrong…

Larson gently clicked his tongue in a chiding manner, shushing his patient as she struggled against the restraints. Motioning for assistance as the woman fought against her straps, the doctor gave her a glare. "Do not worry about what I said. I have said too much as a matter of fact, but you need to relax and do what is best for your daughter." The statement caused Angelica to stop her actions, her azure eyes wide with fear. Why was he talking about her daughter as if she were some tool… Grinding her teeth together as she hissed furiously, Angelica leaned up one last time before the fellow scientists slammed her back down upon the table. "If you touch my daughter, I will kill you…"

….

Leon gently slid the door a crack open, eyeing what lay behind it with great apprehension. Sheva slid next to him fluidly, her small feet making no noise what so ever. Over the last few hours he had grown to appreciate her ways, and the manner of how she silently moved with the ease and grace of a panther. She would have made a wonderful agent… Her scent filled his head as she leaned over his shoulder to see the same view as he. Through the auxiliary doorway, the two were now spying upon the main loading dock area, watching as the crates were shifted onto a variety of caravans. Several armed guards milled about, occasionally checking their walkie talkies and wrist watches. It was as if they were timing something….

A small gasp made Kennedy flinch, Sheva's slim finger pointing to a beaker of water that was being slid into an armored vehicle. The slim body of Jill Valentine was barely visible through the murky bactine liquid, various tubes and cords attached to her major organ areas. Her body was unclothed, yet covered into the opaque liquid. The green substance swirled around her head particularly, and her body seemed to convulse within its confines. Sheva could swear the woman's eyes were open and staring at them…

Next to the tank was a man bared down to spandex shorts, his muscular chest marred and bleeding from the machine that was penetrating his skin. Leon now understood why she had gasped…. Chris had a scarab on his chest… The design that Valentine had entailed almost four years ago had looked larger, but this slim design looked as if the machine was actually part of the veins, the sparkling gemlike system catching the light.

Kennedy looked back at his partner, ticking his head to the side. "They seem to be taking them somewhere… We have to stop them. Are you ready?" Sheva checked her handgun, re-snapping the unused clip back into the weapon. Nodding as she crouched low, her forefingers snapped forwards. "Flank in left, I will cover the rear and right hand sides. We need a direct approach to catch those guards on the surprise. There are far more than us, but if we are smart, we can get to the highground before they even know it." Leon grinned, poiting to an on-ramp that was at an angle outside the rim of the dock. "We stick to the shadows until we get there. The guards will stow them away and have to go through there to retreat. One of us is going to have to be the distraction…and I think I've got that covered. Just be quick, and find a good place for cover…" Sheva nodded, her legs coiled and ready to sprint. Leon smiled as her slowly pushed their door open as the last guard circled into the opposite direction…

They would have to make this timing perfect…

Sheva felt her heart become stone as she moved past the various crates. Airlift bins surrounded the area as she stuck to the corners, her legs pumping as she sprung from hiding place to hiding place. Her thundering heartbeat slammed against her chest as the adrenaline coursed through, the fear mounting with every second… What was the distraction that Leon was going to…oh…dear. Standing atop one of the other bins across the dock, Leon fired his pistol a few times in the air. Putting on his fake accent, the man began to taunt the guards below. "Wheeeeoooo you smart pants Umbrella folk couldn't even keep a fur trapping boy outa here! " Tip toeing with perfect balance, Kennedy dodged the retaliation shots. Alomar almost stood shocked, her lips falling apart as she resisted the urge to laugh out loud.

Leon Kennedy….was insane…

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Larson could not look the man in the eye. For one, with every breath he took, he reminded him of the dangerous creature that now lay sedated in the sickbay of the large plane. The cold, ice blue eyes followed him as he moved about the cabin, the quieted fury completely readable though not voiced. "I trust you have taken care of her, Frederick." The other man nodded as Wesker finally asked the question he had been asking himself the entire time. It was going to be almost a full day before they reached Raccoon, and there was no possible way that his curiosity was going to go unanswered until they landed. Raising an eyebrow as the man prepared an extra dose of the serum, Wesker did not move as the needle was brought to his flesh. "Why am I receiving another vaccination six hours ahead of schedule?" Larson disposed of the needle, slowly withdrawing his hands from the dark blue latex that encased them.

"Let's just say there was a complication and that the serum may not be as potent as we once thought…" Wesker chuckled darkly as Larson turned to leave, prompting the man to turn back. He nearly started at what meant his eyes. Looking up at him like the Devil himself, Wesker's cerulean orbs were slit in honest amusement. But it was dark…. Evil almost. "Doctor…Doctor…Doctor… When will you ever learn that people like she and me are never as once thought….

Especially Angelica…."

Frederick Larson felt the pit of his stomach felt sour as he looked at the man before him. Straightening out his lab coat, Larson narrowed his eyes. "I have contained the situation… And I trust that it will stay as such…We will discuss matters further after we have landed.." Turning his back, Larson once again heard the dark laughter from the man behind him. Choosing to ignore the dark words, the doctor would soon find out how true they were.

"Do not be so naïve, Doctor. And never trust when people like us are involved…..

Never trust at all…"