Chapter Twenty Seven

The noise made him feel like a shot of adrenaline had been jabbed into his heart. Rushing to the side of his daughter by sheer instinct, Wesker cradled the child as she struggled against her restraints. The little girl inwardly smiled, knowing that he was now showing a side that she could exploit.. Mommy was coming, she could sense her close by.. Faking a wailing cry, she flailed her arms helplessly against Wesker, sniffling as her face turned red. "Why is this happening , Daddy? What's going on? Where's Mommy?" As Wesker stood to look out the window of the helicopter, his eyes narrowed. The man's lips pressed together firmly as he saw what caused the commotion, and he straightened his gloves. Stalking towards the exit of the Verta- Bird, Wesker snarled beneath his breath.

"Where is mommy indeed, dear heart.."

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"Smile pretty for me, Chuckles.."

Leon closed his right eye as he leaned in for the shot, lining up his sights on a guard that was doing the exact same to Ada below. The guard had know idea what would happen next. A crack rang out as the powerful weapon spewed death, and the guard slumped forwards, his lifeless body falling from the rafters and to the floor. Unfortunately for a man below, the dead body took him out as well, knocking the former unconscious against a wall. Arm pumping, Leon snickered half to himself. Seeing as that was the last from what he could see, the man decided his weapon scope would be used for… more entertaining things. Following a certain Asian's cleavage was what the idea was…

A loud thump and groan from behind made the young man jump, whirling around. Sheva growled gently as she stared at Kennedy, her hand now trailing to her hip with a disbelieving look. At her boots was a guard, his nose broken and consciousness stolen. A large knife that belonged to the man was not far away, and from what Leon could gather, had about to been sunk into him had Alomar not been there. Crimson flames spread up his cheek as he stood with her help, his embarrassment clear. Sheva shook her head, turning and waving him on to follow her. He was supposed to have waited for a signal that they were clear… evidently he had missed that because of the peeking as well. Stomping in front of him, Alomar gruffly hissed. "Snap of it, Leon.. we have a job to do." Slowly nodding, Kennedy jogged up and past, but not before planting a small kiss upon the woman's cheek. This made an odd color rise in Alomar's dark skin, but he had already jogged past seeing it. "I'm sorry, pretty lady. I'll save all my ogling for you when this is over.."

Stuttering and mumbling to herself as she broke into a run, the woman shook her head. "Men.."

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"Men…" Ada's eyes narrowed as she watched Leon Kennedy run from the opposite side to rejoin Redfield. The scene between he and Alomar had been fully visible.. Snapping the man's arm in three places before bashing her forehead into him, Ada hissed. The guard screamed in pain as her anger about the situation had been taken out on his femur seared up his arm. Another rushed forward to help his team mate, but a blindingly fast back kick literally shattered his helmet into his eyes. Wong was mowing down different guards until all of them decided that the main target would be easier.. but they were far from the true side even there.

The serum was slowly working out of Angelica's veins, but not as slowly as one would imagine. Even so, as a human she was still deadly, and armed. Ada would have chuckled had she not been busy with own, at the sight of what Burrows was doing. Running to the opposite wall, the woman used it to push off of, her forward leg extending out to smash into the nearest skull. Using the first guard to cushion her way down, she would grab the jacket loop of another, forcing him momentarily to be her shield. The woman had a speed of a well trained acrobat as she dropped the body once it was full of mistakenly given shots, and would slash her way into the flanking guard. Her fingers were crooked, and the nails ripped into the side of his face with such force that blood spurted. Angelica's eyes were wide, her lips pulled back over her teeth as if she were an animal. They had taken her baby… her child. What a lot of people had not known was that this woman had never killed a person before. Infected, yes… but never a living, still breathing, alive person… But damn if she did not spill every drop of Umbrella blood to get her daughter back.

"Ahn…" Everything seemed slow…it was slowing down. Angelica fell to her knees. Ada sprinted to reach the woman as she crashed to the flooring, but not before a guard blocked her path. His hands were shaking, and part of his shoulder was torn apart, but within his other hand was a large bowie knife. Blood trickled down his face and trembling lips, a crazed look in the man's eyes was the last thing she saw before he sank the length into her side. Screaming fitfully, Angelica felt the blood in her core run cold. Ada moved quickly, her handgun jumping within her sweaty palms. Slumped upon her knees, Burrows barely heard the shot that splattered the guard's brain across her shirt and face. Every breath hurt… like seething ice that was infecting her muscle. The tramp of boots signaled that Chris was close, the two behind him covering the fire from the back. Angelica pressed back into his arms, wincing as he held her. " Angel… Angel, are you ok? Angelica?" The woman's eyes fluttered closed, then violently back open. Traces of blue still remained like smoke, but amber ruby had taken over. Hissing between clenched teeth, she nodded, her slim hand closing about the knife.

To the horror of both Redfield and Wong, she jerked the sharp object from her torso, and sat up slowly. Redfield kept her large hand upon her shoulder, but it was shrugged off. Even as she stood the wound was slowly closing as the other two gaped. Stumbling upwards with her hand clasped about the hole, Angelica paid no heed to the pain within her stomach. "You can't concern yourself with me… go get Jill…hurry before it's too late." Even as she drew closer to the helicopter and heard her group spread out behind, Angelica saw the dark figure emerging. Ada came up beside her, aiming her hand gun at the man who stood upon the on-ramp. Wesker adjusted his sunglasses, a small smirk forming on his lips as she watched him. He was feet away… Barely standing, she still did so tall, despite the red liquid flow that ran down her side and leg. Soon she'd regain her strength.. soon she would kill him with her own two hands..

As he walked downwards, sauntering… Angelica felt her rage begin to bubble… she hoped Chris would find his wife… she hoped and prayed she would get her daughter back safely.. but one thing was for certain. She would wipe that smile off of Wesker's lips with his own blood. Her eyes watched her, amused and narrowed. "I am surprised at you, dearheart…I did not expect you to last long in your current condition." Lowering her eyes, a small smirk of her own began to spread across her bruised lips. Angelica took one step forward, removing her hand from her side. The hole in her flesh was all but healed, a mere staining memory. The woman's legs stiffened; her eyes wide and glinting. "You always underestimated me, Albert…"

And with that…

She lept..

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As Trent watched the scene unfold upon the holographic camera, his frown deepened. Sitting in a plush, leather chair, the man leaned back with his glass. The alcohol sloshed gently as his surroundings shook. This new facility would have to be re-worked yet again.. He had poured a lot of money into this one, but he supposed it was for the very best. Afterall, if two BSAA operatives were able to get into his top complex with only a few minor tiffs, the whole security system would have to be overhauled. Chuckling to himself as he took a generous sip of his drink, Trent leaned forwards to look at his busy assistant. "Do wake me when we get to Tokyo.. Miss… What was it again?" The young woman adjusted her glasses nervously, smiling gently. "Miss Frost… you hired me last year as a temp, sir." Trent leaned back, eyeing the woman. She was very lovely, with dark, auburn locks and clear blue eyes. Pressing a finger to his temple before finishing of his drink, Trent nodded. "So I did.. but I have need to a new right hand woman, as it were… and feel you would be the best choice seeing as you have no former backround with the company. I like a clean slate and all.. Now.. As I said, don't wake me unless Wesker had contacted.."

Slowly the young woman nodded as Trent stood. He walked down the aisle of his private jet, his body language rather coy. Sighing as she leaned back against the seat, the young woman sighed, touching her hair. She hoped a bottle of dye would work.. Claire Redfield watched out of the plane's window, her insides quivering with the knowledge she had fooled the most dangerous man in the known world into thinking she was a mousy secretary.. It had taken months.. almost a year and a half, and she had thought Leon nuts when he had come to her with the mission. But when the president of the United States asks you to do something, you don't turn him down… The female Redfield watched as Raccoon drifted out of sight, begging God that her brother would make it out alive…

And that she would too…