The War Ends Now

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

Following the events in 2013, the survivors of Raccoon City find themselves in Puerto Rico and eventually New York and India to stop new bio hazard epidemics and to catch the one responsible. But what about a menace they thought was gone? How will they survive as the world erupts into a third world war with the virus used as weapons by the world powers in its vortex?

4. The Mask Comes Off

`Hey everybody! Well so i got chapter 4 underway wanted to get the ball rolling as fast as i could and hoped to make this chapter a bit more to the point and not so long as the last one was. So in case you were wondering, no that guy who I showed to be obsessed with Ada was not Derrick Simmons not at all. Also i will do a bit more of a background on Alex so you can know the context of how he knew Ms. Alomar :)

As for the background I gave on Josh, I did a little research on the Nigerian civil war AKA the Nigeria-Biafra war. I thought it would be interesting to have it be that his parents had sided with the former nation of Biafra too seeing as they were the ones who lost but honestly from my point ofview, were kind of in the right. Also, food for thought it was that war that resulted in the organization UNICEF or WHO because of the embargo and so many starving. I can't remember which organization it was but it came from that war.

Now as for Carlos like i said before he joined the UBCS it said that he was a rebel in his own home country but most of his comrades ecept him were wiped out so he was employed by Umbrella due to his combat expertise.

As for other pairings that I have yet to announce, be patient, kiddies! It will be coming in later chapters but I willl not announce it when i do i will just do it cause like i said i am being strategic in how i write this so that none oof the fans of any pairings get alienated and by the time i get that far, i got em into the story and even if you don't like what i picked for a pairing, it still makes no sense to read most of it then quit right?

Oh one other thing i know i am kinda of doing the third person pov in a strange way but just bear in mind that when i get two names that means i will address what both characters are thinking and feeling where as if i have just one character listed, that means it will show the story of what is happening between that character and who they partner with but only that person's thoughts. Sorry if that is weird but I don't conform to conventional rules. :P I'm a rebel bastard at heart.

So nuff said. Here goes the next chapter.

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Ada

They made their way to Central Park and as they entered they could see that there was a big shit storm that had gone done not too long ago. As Ada observed the number of people still in the park she could see that it was not as many people as they expected for an evacuation. She needed to figure out what happened. Leon approached one of the soldiers standing guard at the place. There seemed to be only some cops, a handful of BSAA agents and the rest were grunts for the National Guard. "Excuse me, do you know what happened to teh civilian extraction? We were told it would be safe here. Where is everybody?"

The soldier he was talking to, a man named Muhammad, answered him saying, "We were ordered to hold down the fort. For now we have to just hold positions and see if anymore civilians arrive. If they do we will take two armed people at a time to escort them to safety. We will keep them out of harms way the best we can but it is far from safe, my friend. We've encountered horde after horde and as far as I know, according to what one of these UN guys told me, that thing we killed earlier was a Bow."

Ada looked at him funny and said, "Bow? You mean, B.O.W.?" He nodded. "Yes! Exactly. But that spells, Bow, yes? Is English word. I will take you to where it was," They followed the private over to where he was talking and and they walked past several bodies. There was a few armed civilians who had stayed behind as well to help defend their checkpoint and most of the available hands were helping lift bodies into a burn pile. He pointed to the corpse of the thing. As Leon saw it, Ada saw alarm in his blue eyes. It sent chils through her spine as well.

This thing had been sent to retrieve the G virus back in Raccoon City and ended up stalking Leon for the whole night and when Ada and he teamed up, it had stalked her too. Because of this, she had died. Or come as close to dying as one could get but she had managed to chuck him a rocket launcher to finish the thing off. It had mutated even more so due to the trauma it had got from falling in an acid vat. It had actually creeped her out more than the Birkin tyrant which she had spotted a few times herself earlier that night before having met Leon.

She had actually been injured by the Birkin tyrant as well but somehow it was not as frightening. Sure, it was loud and a ghastly site to look at but after the first few encounters with it she knew what to expect with it. She knew how to fight it and how to avoid it. The T-103 on the other hand was a silent stalker and it reminded her of any number of the serial killer movies involving a man in a mask that didn't talk. Micheal Myers, Jason Vorhees.

Ada looked at the dead thing and Leon voiced his own discomfort upon seeing the thing. "I thought those things were discontinued? Why the hell are they still here? Why is Neo Umbrella using old Bio weapons?"

Ada smirked and said, "Classics never die, handsome," Leon failed to see the humor in it. "That's not funny," He muttered. Just then, one of the surviving cops opened fire on a pack of zombies letting off his MP5 at them and three of them fell as the rounds hit and another took fourteen rounds and still kept coming. He aimed for the head and the rounds hit it in the forehead making short work of the skull and flesh above it.

Leon proceeded to join the cop in firing on zombies. He opened fire, seven shots hitting a paramedic who had attacked another officer with an oxygen tank which he had used as a weapon. Leon, I care about you but are you really that naive? We can't save anybody. You should know that by now.

She reluctantly fired her bow into the back of a zombie. It groaned in agony and she fired another into the center of the back. The bow severed its spinal cord. She fired another into the skull of a man dressed as an electrician. The bow punched through his left eye and the tip came out of his head. Leon emptied his pistol into three zombies and reloaded having killed two of them. He brought his foot down on the head of the last one that was just wounded and not dead.

They made short work of the pack. "What happened here? With that truck I mean," Leon asked the grunt, Muhammad. "Some crazy man turned while driving. We fired on him but he crashed. They killed a lot of people that way. Then a bigger horde of walkers came this way and we had to put them all down. That was when the first group of civilians were escorted to the Grand Central Station. There were a lot of those things coming so we had our hands full. We lost a lot of men just from that firefight."

Ada observed the soldiers, cops and armed civilians who had stayed still had more bodies they needed to drag to the burn pile. "It's really a shame we don't have time to give them all a proper burial. I would normally consider something like this to be harem but if we don't do this, more of the undead will be attracted by the smell when they start to rot."

Ada looked at the soldier and said, "Burning them will do the same thing. The only difference is cooked meat versus uncooked. I've dealt with this kind of situation before."

Ada turned to Leon. "There's an R&D facility near here. Even if Grim is the cause of the virus outbreak in this town he isn't the only one and neither are those B.O.W.'s with the C virus that come out of their pores. These people work for the GPC. Tricell to be exact. They keep trying to maintain their image but more of them are like Excella Gione and Ricardo Irving than they let on."

Leon scoffed. "Somehow I thought they'd have been shut down just like Umbrella was. You know they were one of many Federation Of Pharmaceutical Companies groups that got the original Umbrella shut down, right? Then we find out they were the ones who caused the outbreak in Africa and they still weren't shut down. Why?"

Ada smirked at that. "Poor Leon," She said and that seemed to annoy him but he ignored it. "If they did that, the BSAA would be shut down too. As far as I know, anyway. Maybe not. The BSAA is also backed by the UN and we can't exactly shut them down, can we? Even still,the fact that Tricell is still up and running says a lot about how their contributions got a lot of the world courts to overlook their dirty deeds again."

One of the BSAA agents walked up to Ada, a Greek American man with brown hair, Olive skin, brown eyes and a helmet. He was SOU. "Don't I know you from somewhere? You look awfully familiar. Who did you say you were again?" She didn't know what he was getting at. He was suave looking enough. Was he really trying to pick up on her at a time like this?

"I didn't," She replied flatly. She then started to walk off and he grabbed her by the arm. "Hold on a second. I swear I know you. Maybe you were at one of the locations I was stationed at? Are you with Terra Save?" Ada grabbed his wrist and told him firmly, "No. Now keep your hands off. I'll only ask once."

The man didn't let up. "Well, at the very least, may I ask your name?" Ada told him, "You can ask but I don't have to respond. The only people who really can ask me that are one of these police officers and at a time like this their authority doesn't mean much. Your name maybe written on your uniform but some of us like our privacy."

He looked at his own name tag which said L. Giantos. He then scowled. "Is there some reason you're being a stuck up bitch?" Leon stepped between the two. "Whoa , whoa, there's no reason to cause any trouble. Is there a reason why you want to know her name? I'm Agent Kennedy," He then handed him his ID. The man took a quick look at it and handed it back.

He looked at Leon, then Ada and then back at Leon. "Is she DSO then?" Leon seemed nervous but said, "Well...no not exactly she," Ada then said, "It's none of your business who I am. I'm not a criminal or a terrorist."

Another SOU agent, a short but wiry African American male approached them. "That's for us to decide. See we know who your friend is. He was pretty upfront about that. Now you clearly aren't a civilian so that makes me wonder," Ada remarked to him, "Well you have fun with that. It's no concern of mine."

Leon looked at her and just said, "Ada, it's okay. You can tell them. I don't think...," Just then the newely arrived BSAA agent looked angrily at her and then said, "Excuse me? Ada? As in Ada Wong?" He raised his H&K G36. and pointed it at her. "So much for not being a terrorist!"

Ada looked at the agent. "You're letting your imagination get the better of you. I know you think you know what happened there but trust me you don't. You both want to talk, we can talk. Yes, that's my name but there's a lot more to the story than you know. If you're talking about China and Edonia, the woman you wanted was Carla Radames. She was made by Derrick C Simmons as a doppleganger, a clone of me."

Agent Giantos laughed at that. "You hear that, Owen? She didn't do it! It was her evil twin!" He then pointed his Assault Rifle at her knee cap. "We're taking you in, Miss Wong. We came to this city just to put down the infected and bring stability back since the authorities and military aren't trained for this. Instead we find you. The woman who killed a lot of our men on two different occasions."

Leon pointed his Handgun at Giantos and said, "That's enough! She's telling the truth! I didn't believe her at first but it's the truth. She wasn't even wearing the same clothes as Carla was that day. Carla got her blamed for something she didn't do."

The Agent who Giantos had name dropped as Owen angrily snapped, "The hell she didn't! I saw this bitch! She was in Edonia! I grew up with one of the men she infected. I had to help Agent Redfield put down my own friends, guys who went through training alongside me just because this broad is a money hungry terrorist. Had the nerve to pose as a UN worker too."

Giantos told Leon, "Drop the weapon. We've got you out manned and out gunned. If you shoot me I promise it will be the last thing you ever do. Course you better shoot me through the head if you want to kill me cause if you don't it won't do much good. Our armor is resistance to small arms fire."

Leon pressed the barrel to his left temple. "Thanks for the advice,"

Owen hit him from behind with the Rifle. "Always watch your six. Didn't they teach you that in your training?" He then grabbed Ada and was going to tie her hands with cable tie plastic cuffs. Ada used his own movement against him and easily flung him tripping him with her leg and flung her to the ground. He angrily got up and threw a punch at her but she caught his blow and reversed it on him with a rib shot and then made him stagger forward and she kicked him in the back.

Giantos spun around and tackled Leon. He tried to bring his weapon up to get the drop on him. Leon drove his knee into the man's abdomen and gave him a blow to the jaw. The man grunted and rammed him with his shoulder and then elbowed Leon in the chest. Leon grappled with the BSAA agent and did a roundhouse kick to the side throwing him back away from him as the kick connected.

Leon grabbed his combat shotgun and pointed it at him. "I don't want to shoot you but I will if I have to. Don't make me do it," The other agent got to his feet and grabbed his Assault Rifle and aimed at Leon's head. "Drop the fucking gun! Right now!" Ada then ran up and grabbed Leon and said, "Hang on!" She fired her grapple gun and shot it way across the street. She pulled him to safety and they both were out of harms way. He barely managed to hang ont the shotgun but he had it strapped to him.

The agent named Owen, opened fire after them. The man let off several rounds but they got to safety. "That government agent is aiding a wanted terrorist!" She dropped them down from an apartment building after getting to the other side of its roof. "Damn it! Why didn't they listen to me? I was supposed to contact Helena too. So much for that!"

Ada calmly replied, "This isn't the first time the chips have been down for both of us. I would take the time to prove to them that I had nothing to do with the bio terrorist attack in Lanshiang but that isn't likely since they aren't in a mood to listen. Besides, actions speak louder than words. The BSAA knows who Grim is. Now more than ever so if we can kill him, maybe that would lend us an ear. Then again, I did save a backup hard drive of he information I had on Carla for a rainy day."

Leon smiled at that as they were lowered off the top of a roof from the edge of the roof. Leon got an idea as they walked through the streets. "Wait a minute. I've got at least two BSAA agents who would believe me."

He got out his cell phone and dialed a number. After four rings whoever it was picked up. Ada listened to him talk to whoever it was. After a minute he hung up. "That was an old friend of both mine and Chris's. He was a S.T.A.R.S. member from Maine. He actually helped us out a lot against Umbrella so did his partner. Actually they were boh part of the 'original eleven'"

Ada raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "Who might that be?" Leon told her, "John Andrews and his partner David Trapp. They worked with Chris and Jill and they were gonna take them along but they stayed in Raccoon. Rebecca Chambers, another lady on our side, she went with them. Later, after me and a friend of mine, the woman i met before you in Raccoon escaped, we got together with them and infiltrated a base out in Utah."

Ada was suspicious of this and not quick to trust. "You'll have to excuse me if I don't trust them as easily. In my line of work you learn not to trust people so easily."

Leon frowned at that. "So what are you saying? You don't trust me? After everything we've been through?" Ada just shrugged off his comment saying, "Do you really have to ask?" She could sense his frustration because he knew what she meant by it but she hadn't said it as explicitly and directly as the agent would have liked but that was who she was. She wasn't the type to get sentimental like that. Even if she did have feelings for him.

"Well, even if you do, what about others? You can't just go through life not trusting others. That's not how we're going to survive. We all need people," He pointed out. "You know how they say no man is an island? Well the same applies to women!"

Ada rolled her eyes. "Maybe you need people, Leon. For me, I like my privacy. I don't rely on anybody else to save myself. At the end of the day you can only depend on yourself."

Leon shook his head as they walked. "I have too much faith in people. I've seen the best and worst but I know there are good people out there and those are the kind of people we can depend on and those are the kind that need us too. Now you said there's a place where they might be manufacturing some of these B.O.W's? Can you get us there?"

She nodded. "Of course. That's what we may as well do. You can't meet up with that woman from a few months ago so we'll have to do what we can ourselves and play the cards we're dealt. I can't promise I'm gonna trust your friends but...I'll trust that you know what you're doing That's the best I can do."

Leon smiled at her as she said this. "That's all I want."

Chris

He could hear gunfire up ahead. There was a firefight between BSAA agents and rebels. It was an odd thing to go from just having talked to a rebel sympathizer to running after a firefight where rebels were to shoot them. You have a mission to do and you can't let your feelings get in the way of it. He reminded himself. You've come too far to give up now.Maybe he wouldn't stop bio terrorism all together but he had helped found an organization that had a big part in taking them out.

So maybe as he was getting older and older, he wouldn't be able to continue fighting forever and maybe he was getting so on in age that he would likely die in combat someday because he wasn't as young and spry as he was fourteen years ago, at least he would die knowing he had made a major dent in the efforts of his enemies. He had all but bring Umbrella down he and his current partner had killed Albert Wesker and now there was just petty employees left selling B.O.W.'s on the black markets to guerrilla armies.

They were just trying to take his place but even Chris, his worst enemy, had to admit there could only be one Wesker. An armed insurgent drew a bead on him. Chris was forced to shoot. This wasn't an ideal time to get in a shootout with the rebels however as they were limited on ammunition for their new found weapons but at the same time, they had attacked and it was instinct to respond with force.

Chris brought the rebel down with ten rounds to the chest. The man, a brown skinned young man with neck length black hair and a full beard hit the ground, his Rifle next to him. Chris could tell by looking at the dead man with his mouth and eyes wide open that he had not been infected.

Sheva fired her AK at a female rebel who had tried to shoot Chris in retaliation. She hit the woman in the small of the back with six rounds and down she went. Chris could see that at least two of the BSAA agents were from the same branch as he was but they were under fire from rebels. One agent, an SOU agent, took rounds in the chest and the vest had protected most of his chest but a few had gone through.

It usually held up against Assault Rifle rounds but it depended on the range and always varied. The other agent, a blonde Caucasian female with rosy cheeks and blue eyes, shouted, "We got a man down! I need assistance! Medic! Where the hell is is Captain Stein?!"

The man still fired from his downed position even as he was wounded but four rebels attacked him. He was bombarded with rounds from all four enemies and blood came from his mouth and he groaned in pain but was silenced as several large AK rounds penetrated his forehead. His bloody helmet was knocked from his head. The woman screamed in a rage of anger and grief firing her MP5 and wounded one of the ALLF rebels, hitting them with rounds in the left leg and right hip but she was wounded too as she took rounds in the side of her right knee.

A stray round also pierced her back and hit her in the left kidney. She groaned in pain and fell. Chris assisted her, firing off fifteen rounds at the four men. He hit three of them bringing them down in a hail of smoke and ejecting shells. He killed the one already wounded and wounded the other two. Sheva put her AK to the side with the strap hoisted over her shoulder putting the weapon behind her and she discharged some rounds from her handgun to finish the two that had survived Chris's fire.

He shot the last of the four with a single shot in the head. He rushed to the agents side. "Are you okay, miss? I'm Agent Redfield. North American branch. Just hang on, I'll help you get to your medic, okay?"

She winced in pain and told him, "I'm Agent Grimes. Annie Grimes. That was my team mate, Jerry. ...I can't believe he's gone...I thought he was going to make it," Chris helped her to her feet. "It happens to the best of us. It never is easy especially when you expect them to live but all we can do is carry on with the mission. What team are you from?"

She told him, "Bravo Team. We've been sent in to contain the bio terrorist attack. Heard a rumor some of these guys might be trying to take their virus to the mainland. Bad shit if they do...," She then told him, "I'm hit in the kidney so I'm probably fucked."

Chris didn't give in. "That's not true. We're gonna get you to a hospital someplace safe. Maybe, Miami, okay? You only need one kidney to live. Did you ever have one removed?" She shook her head. "No...but I'm sure that also hurts pretty bad. At least I won't need a kidney...if I live.."

Chris told her as he helped her walk, "I'm gonna do what I can to get you to safety until you can get an evac! In the meantime, I need you to be strong for me, all right?" He then tried to lighten her up by racking a joke. "In any case it's probably good you won't need a liver or kidney transplant. I can rule myself out as an organ donor I think I pretty much destroyed them with alcohol."

Especially when I was in that bar in Eastern Europe. He thought to himself. She cracked a smirk and said, "I'd laugh but I'm afraid if I do, i'll puncture a lung."

Just then, he looked back at his partner to see she had been hit from behind by a man with a shovel. She tried to bring her weapon to her defense but he hit her again. The man then kicked the African agent in the chest. Just then, a local rebel, fired and hit Agent Grimes in the back. She cried out as he did and Chris held onto her to keep her from falling. He peppered his M16 at the man wildly spending the last few rounds in the mag up but he saw he hit the guy just as he got into cover.

He could not tell, however, if he had wounded or killed him. He looked to see Sheva had been disarmed and was attempting to fight the infected villager hand to hand. She was dishing out some good blows on the guy but two more came from behind her and one grabbed her and slammed her to the dirt.

He asked the agent with him, "You okay?" She cried out, "I'll live!" Just then, the rebel who he had shot, pulled the pin on a frag and chucked it at the two BSAA agents. He shouted something presumably profanity in Spanish as it landed near them. Chris grabbed the agent and pulled her starting to run but also jumped forcing them both to the ground as if in an air raid drill.

The blast kicked up a lot of dirt. He was deaf at the moment and could barely hear anything except the sound of his ear drums which was louder than anything else or so it seemed. Chris looked to see his Rifle was out of reach. His vision was a bit blurry. He saw that the SOU agent he had been escorting lay dead. A large part of the back of her head had taken damage from the blast despite her own helmet which had come off in the blast. Her blonde hair was now coated in wet dripping red.

The back of her uniform was in flames. He looked away. Right now, he couldn't bear to look at that. The rebel who he had shot was now aiming his weapon at his head. He had been wounded and Chris saw the blood on his shirt but the rounds had been a through and through entry and exit wound and it had gone through without hitting anything vital.

Chris could still hear nothing but he assumed there was a dry click as no rounds came and he was still here, holding his breath,still feeling the pain in his right shoulder, the blood dripping from his left arm which was warm and strangely felt good in a strange way. The man's weapon had run dry. He gritted his teeth trying to reload. Chris fumbled around himself until he located the Sig. He aimed at the man just as he had managed to get a banana clip and slap it home. Chris fired five times, the gun seeming to be more heavy in his hand.

Two rounds missed but the other three hit, one catching the guy in his left knee cap, another in his right chest and a third in the jawbone. He went down. Chris just lay there in disbelief at how close he had just come to dying. He had many near death encounters before but this time he did not expect to survive.

Meanwhile, Sheva cried out as a man punched her in the back of the head. She rolled out of the way of an axe kick from the infected villager. She kicked the back of his leg and dropped him to his knee as she rolled clear of his attack. She got up and gave him a roundhouse kick in the back even as she felt more blows from the other two men. One grabbed her from behind and had a parasite in hand. These things looked more like the J'avo that Chris had encountered in his mission in Edonia but even so, it was able to infect a human host in the same manner that the Majini from Africa could.

She struggled to get free and drove her elbow into his face. The man dropped the parasite on the ground which Sheva crushed with the heel of her boot. She hit the man with a punch to the jaw sending him falling back. She withdrew her blade and stuck it in the side of the man's neck. She withdrew it and let the bleeding carrier fall dead at her feet but just to be sure she stomped on his head to make sure he was gone for good.

She brought the knife into the side of the head of the next carrier driving it into his left temple. It made a sickening crunch as it went through flesh and skull. She withdrew the blade and the thing went down. She retrieved her weapons as she finished off the attacking carriers. She saw three BSAA agents moving up the street easily killing a trio of rebels.

Sheva ran to Chris's side as he crawled and she saw an infected BSAA agent who must have been recently infected coming at him with a combat knife. Sheva fired two shots from her pistol. One hit it in the back and did not go through the vest. The second round was aimed for the head just as the man was coming down on Chris with the knife but she saw the round hit the guy in the back of the neck and even there, severed the spinal cord. The agent went down and Sheva helped him to his feet.

He looked up at her thinking, I thought they got her...I thought I was screwed...it's really bad out here if they've gotten our own guys infected by the C virus... She used a can of first aid spray on his wounds that she had acquired earlier. "Are you okay?" She asked him with concern. He nodded, "I'll be fine...I just tried to help an agent out and they got her, Sheva! It's like whoever I try to save keeps on dying!"

As they made their way down a narrow alley way, they avoided a firefight between three rebels, maybe even four, and about ten men looking to be mixed between US soldiers and BSAA agents. "People are going to die no matter what, partner. We can't stop that. We just have to save who we can and hope for the best. It's all we can do. Hope they can save themselves the next time because as much as I hate to say this, it is true that only the strong survive."

Chris looked at her and said, "I'm surprised you would say that, Sheva. Guys like Darwin, they exploited Africa. What's more, even though I do believe in evolution to a degree, I also know that's the same kind of thing Albert Wesker would say. He'd use the Survival-Of-The-Fittest argument to justify all the lives he's taken."

Sheva turned to him and said, "You know what I meant by that. I'm just saying that people need to learn to fight for themselves! I learned how to fight at a very young age and it may not have been ideal but it was what had to be done. We had to fight against the LRA. They were terrorists in our country."

Chris looked at the young African agent and said, "You're from Sudan, right? Or was it Uganda?" She told him, "It was both we went back and forth a lot. I was born in Uganda but the Sudanese People's Liberation Army were from Sudan originally. We fought the LRA and the Northern government. More often than not, the LRA. They were a lot of trouble in the late 90's and early 21st century. We lost a lot of good people even while we tried to protect them."

Chris didn't know what to say next he wanted to be careful to not offend but he said, "I think they made a movie about that once. A movie called Machine Gun Preacher. It had Gerard Butler in it. I was thinking it would be another horrible American Hollywood goes to Africa and saves the people from themselves or some other threat. Just like Dances With Wolves or The Last Samurai."

He then pointed out, "It was different though. Cause he had a partner in the SPLA with him they were fighting the LRA together."

Sheva seemed lightly amused to his surprise. "Machine Gun Preacher? Well that is American as it gets! What was the name of this man? The one who helped the SPLA?"

He told her, "Um...I think it was..Sam Childers. He used to be in a biker gang but then he came to Africa after he converted to Christianity as a mission. He was so disturbed by the shit going on that he had to stop it."

Sheva nodded. " They say you either are born in the struggle or you join it. I ended up from both sides of it in a way. I had many cousins, the children of my uncle who I stayed with for a little while. I never saw them again but I'd heard that one of them got killed in the war there. I've had a hard time trying to track them down. A couple of my cousins won't even talk to me. They thought I was dead for all this time and for me to show up like that, it was too much for them."

Chris frowned. "That's not right. If they're your family, especially given the circumstances in East Africa, they should have understood. Sadly from what I hear your story isn't that uncommon in Africa. Then again, family isn't about blood it's about loyalty."

Sheva sighed. "It's not so simple, Chris. When people have grown accustomed to thinking you're gone and you try to let them know you're alive when you're twenty- one years old and they'd believed you dead since you were eight it isn't easy. Plus one of my cousins went to look for me and he ended up getting lost out there too. I can understand why they would not be so eager to see me."

She then sighed. "The BSAA is my family, all right? That's all there is to it. That's what my work is. That's my life now. To stop that from ever affecting people like myself or my family again. I can't have any family of my own."

Chris was saddened by the thought of that. "You know, I think the stress of this job gets to a lot of us. It isn't supposed to be like this. Just because we do things even a CIA agent couldn't imagine doesn't mean we can't have somewhat of the same kind of life that civilians have. You expressed that earlier, right?"

She nodded. "Yes, it might be easier to try to start a life with somebody in the field. Maybe just to date. Obviously starting a family is out of the question. They would always be in danger you couldn't be there to save them. So while it would be more ideal to date an agent rather than a civilian, because they could handle themselves, the kind of jobs we have to do increase the chances we would be killed."

Chris smiled sadly. "Kind of a screwed up paradox isn't it?" She shrugged. "Nothing we can do about it. That's just the way the world is. I suppose some of us could have families after we've retired but the problem is w either get killed before that happens or by the time we retire we're too old to have babies."

Chris chuckled. "Guess I'm in the too old category then. Kind of sucks. I would have liked to have known what it was like to have a life beyond my own. My sister even, I think she might be too old to have just had her first baby but she adopted this little girl she saved from a bio terrorist incident. Funny thing is, I was there at that incident before she got there."

Sheva smiled at him. "I think you would have made a good father. Maybe you still will. You can just adopt," Chris laughed at that. "God, that would be a bad idea. I can barely take care of myself. How am I gonna take care of a child? There's a difference between wanting to and actually doing it."

Sheva persisted. "It sounds to me like the only one holding you back is yourself! I know this job has its costs but that's no reason to give up. If you want a different life you should do that for yourself any way you can. I'm 27 and I still haven't given up."

Chris snickered. "When you get to be my age, then I'll take that comment seriously. Until then, not so much," Her smile faded and she said, "You know you aren't the only one who has thought that. Thought I didn't know what i'm talking about because they were older than me. It isn't about age, Chris. I'm an old soul. I've seen more than most guys your age have. Maybe even more than you have. I don't mean to make light of what you went through when you were twenty five but I grew up in Africa. It isn't as easy as the US."

They could hear the gunfire still raging on. She then added, "That Childers, man you mention? I think I met him a few times. He was a white man, yes? One of the men i looked up to was always with him. Joseph Kony actually put a price on his head for all the LRA soldiers he killed. We actually liberated a lot of the LRA children who did not want to be part of it and took them to shelters he set up. Many rebel factions lose site of their mission but I don't think the SPLA ever did."

A local rebel was opening fire on two soldiers with an old school M79. He blasted the legs off of both men. Chris raised his finger to his lips and they made their way past the man without incident. The soldier that had lived despite having both legs blown off was crawling and crying to them for help but Chris saw at least three other rebels nearby armed to the teeth. They didn't have the time or ammo for another firefight with them. Then again, if we drop a few of these assholes, we can take their ammo but that would only give Sheva some ammo. Then again, I could always lot the dead soldiers but we could still get killed in the process.

As he thought it over he decided it wasn't worth it. The soldier cursed at them for not helping but they were not here to fight in the civil war. They were here to stop the bio terrorist incident. They could only intervene when engaged or when other agents in the field were attacked. The Puerto Rican rebels laughed at the wounded soldier as he screamed. Chris worried if his screams might get them to be aware of their position as they took cover behind a fence near a laundry line in a yard.

Luckily they did not understand a word of English. One of them just hit the soldier in the head with the butt of the AK and yelled, "Al igual que sus abuelos en Vietnam, que no debería haber cogido con nosotros! De cerdo! Incluso le matamos como tus antepasados murieron Charlie. Descubre cómo te gusta, ¿eh?"

Chris whispered to Sheva, "They said something about Nam. The Vietnam war i mean. Poor bastard," SDheva thought about it. She didn't know American history as well as he did but she knew a little. "Could they be accused Americans of being imperialist? That is what the ALF is angry about right?" She whispered back. As the rebel hit the man again cracking his head open and silencing his screams, Chris felt an urge, a rage course through him and almost came out from behind the fence.

"No!" She hissed at him as quietly as she could. "We're here to stop the B.O.W's and the infection from reaching the capital. Not intervene in an internal conflict. Remember your old partner, Chris. You wanted to save him."

He nodded. "You're right," They took off running as the rebels finished off the wounded soldier who had already gone into shock. More firefights were to the east of them. Just then, Chris got contacted by HQ. "Base to Redfield, do you copy?"

He confirmed. "Redfield here. What's up?" The person talking said, "Actually...I think I may want to let somebody else tell you this. Oh! There we go..." Chris waited until he and Sheva heard a voice familiar to him but unknown to her. "How's it going down there, old buddy? You making out, okay?"

For a moment, Chris beamed. "Barry! Good to hear from you. It's been too long. We aren't doing too well but we'll manage for the time being. I have some important information. Both me and Agent Alomar had visual on both Excella Gione and Piers Nevans. Both were alive. I don't know how that's even possible but I know what i saw. He seems to have some kind of amnesia. Maybe Excella too. It was like she looked at me with contempt but ignored Sheva. Like she didn't even help me kill her. Or at least I thought we killed her..."

Barry responded, " Hmmmm...sounds like Neo Umbrella...Roger that. I will let the others know. Me and the rest of Echo Team are coming. Got an old friend with me on the way too. Listen, I have some bad news, Chris. You may want to relay this to Jill but I thought you especially should know. There's been an outbreak in New York City too. What's worse is, we got confirmation from one of our guys on the ground there that your sister is out there. She's in good hands for now, helping escort some civilians to safety but they only took two SOU agents. The rest were cops and soldiers."

Chris closed his eyes in distress. "Jesus...you gotta be kidding me, Barry. What happened? Why is she out there? She was supposed to be quitting Terra Save."

Barry sighed. "You got me, Chris. I hoped the kid would stay away too. I guess old habits never go away. Or maybe she just saw people in need. Who knows? Anyway, just so you know we're trying to stabilize the area there from what I hear. Police and the national guard are overwhelmed and it's a mess. I know you have a mission to do here but if you can't pin point the source of the outbreak within 48 hours we'll have to abort this mission and the president will likely sterilize the area with another missile. I just hope it doesn't level the whole island."

Chris cursed, "Shit! What the hell are we supposed to do? I'm sure if it gets out of hand enough they'll destroy New York too! We have a mission to do here. We can't confirm it yet but there's been threats that the virus might reach Miami if any of the B.O.W.'s were to make it there. These are smarter than your average zombie these uys can man helicopters and boats."

Barry pointed out, "Regardless, NYC is more densely populated and has more people than Ocean Village. I'm sorry but if one of the two have to go, it should be the one with less casualties. Now we have a 48 hour window so let's try to get to the bottom of this. I'll contact Agent Valentine too and see if she's got anything we can use from our inside guy."

Angered by this, Sheva chimed in. "What the hell makes American lives more important? It shouldn't be this village or New York! It's sick to even think we should choose between the two! That's playing God and last i checked we're human beings. If we rationalize that kind of thinking we're no different than Albert Wesker!"

Barry tried to calm her down. "Young lady, I hear your frustrations. I agree with you but this came from the top. Straight from London. They have a lot more agents coming from New York and the continental United States than a tiny Caribbean island. Don't get me wrong i hate the bureaucratic side of this too. We have enough time and we'll be there soon and when we are we'll help you."

Chris told him, "You know what, Barry? You tell HQ to shove their orders up their ass. I'm not coming with you to New York until we get the situation here taken care of. They wanna nuke this village or drop any kind of ordinance they're gonna have to kill me too. I'm not going anywhere. These are human beings lives at stake. If Claire is in the Big Apple there is a little bit of hope."

Barry sighed. "Yeah you're right but we need to get there when we can. I'm not saying American lives are more important but there are also plenty of people from this island, probably even this exact village that live in New York City. So it isn't about American or non Americans it's about a city with such a high population becoming infected. Even if they did sterilize the region, there's no guarantee that you would stop all the infected. I just hope we can get there soon enough to stop them from destroying the place."

The older man then added, "If the United States were to sterilize Ocean Village, it would cause insurrection all over the Americas. You'd have every Latin American country on our asses. Even if they don't understand why the president would do it. Then again, it's not like we wouldn't do the exact same thing to our own cities. I wish I could say that they wouldn't do that if we had some of our own on the ground but you know as well as I do they'd shell a building even with us in i. I'll do what I can to make sure nobody has to get bombed."

Chris sighed himself, stressed about what is best friend had just told him. "Alright. We'll try to do what we need to do here. Just...try to buy us some time all right? With London HQ. And let us know when you're en route."

They came to a field as they kept going, and were glad to see it was away from the gunfight but there was several bodies laid out in the field, their blood staining the unhealthy grass. Some were soldiers, others were rebels, and a few had been carriers. Just then, they spotted Excella Gione in front of them. She sat there smoking a cigarette, and was leaning against a wall. She even had the same dress on.

Chris aimed his Sig at her head and Sheva drew a bead with the AK. "Excella! What the hell are you doing here? What have you done with Piers? We want answers!"The woman flicked the cigarette. "I really should not smoke. It causes wrinkles but then again I am a Goddess queen. I'm just getting used to this new body. Ah, Chris Redfield...there's a face I never thought I'd see again...you thought you'd seen the last of me blowing me up with that fancy hardware, yeah?"

Chris looked at his partner and then back at her. "New body...what the hell is she talking about," He muttered to her. "I asked you a question! What did you do with my partner? I'll come over there and beat the answers out of you if that's what it takes!"

She laughed. "It has been a long time since I have seen your pathetic inferior face. As for your partner, I must admit we did change him. He is better now. He was never much for brains before he died but now he has the mind of a genius. One of superior DNA too and that is why he was perfect for our little project. He is not himself lately and not one hundred percent yet but he will be soon and his potential will be realized! Like me, he is fit for this new world i finally see that now. You, i am afraid are not."

Something sounded off about her accent. It was like it was somewhere between the one he had known, that of an aristocratic Italian woman speaking English as a second language, and that of something else which was not her at all. Even after four years Chris noticed a difference in how she sounded now and how she did then. What is she doing? Is she trying other speech patterns for a play? He wondered but his thoughts were out to rest as Sheva spoke up.

She demanded, "What are you talking about? What would make you think we don't have the right DNA and what makes you think you do? Excella, your body was rejected by the Uroburos virus! According to Albert Wesker who saw you as a pawn, you weren't worthy!"

The woman sneered at her and all though the way she spoke was not familiar to him, that haughty sneer was. "I do not know who you are, oh woman but you have the eyes of a peasant! We can only assume your own DNA is not much to speak of since you are a peasant and it is not you who had the anti bodies for the C Virus but Jacob Wesker."

What the former Tricell employer said next was even more shocking. She closed her eyes and after ten seconds opened them and looked directly at Sheva. "The woman you knew as Excella Gione is indeed dead and has been for four years and inferior she was! However, we were able to salvage a little bit of her own DNA to reconstruct a meat suit for a more sophisticated and intelligent mind to use. My original physical form was obliterated and our base destroyed so there was nothing left to salvage of my physical body aside from my blood. My legacy which survived in the veins of another. But thanks to Albert's true son, Excella's DNA was sampled and her body was reconstructed. It was really for deception with the BSAA more than any other reason."

She addressed Sheva, "I remember who you are now. That of my first and original life, due to the virus inside me has allowed my memory of my true life and that of the woman whose body this once was, the unworthy host to be merged as one. You assisted Redfield in her murder. Though Miss. Gione's memories and mind all together is slowly fading as my DNA, my mind, my will dominates, I have some of her own memory left. In a manner of speaking, being the miracle of science i am comprised of DNA from two different women, though you, Agent Alomar have only crossed me once, Mr. Redfield has twice murdered me, one life each, taken by the hands of this miserable little cretin!"

What she had said was shocking at best and it reminded him of that farm of human bodioes Wesker had kept in dormant states. Though the BSAA had shut that down in Kijuju, who knew how many spare human hosts they had on ice just so a dead Umbrella lunatic could be Resurrected?

He demanded to know what she was talking about. "Spit out! There's no time for your games!" She laughed. "You have no recollection of our encounter in the Antarctic? I knew that you worker Ants were feeble minded but who knew your minds wold fail you this much?"

Chris's eyes widened as he realized what she was saying. His partner looked to him as she was even more confused than he had been. "Alexia!"

Sherry/Jake

As they walked their way back from the joggers path, Sherry turned to Jake. "Hey... thanks for telling me about...you know. I know that must not have been easy for you," He nodded., "Thank you for telling me about your past too. You got as dark a history as I do. Sorry about your parents. I lost my mother too."

They had passed the time by talking when not on the look out for C virus infected zombies. As they came to the civilian checkpoint they saw that it was much less crowded than it had been when they came through. There seemed to be more bodies and a wreckage this time. Jake went up to the same soldier Sherry had talked to earlier. "Muhammad, what the hell just happened here? This looks like a blitzkrieg just came through!"

The soldier seemed very stressed out as he had sweat pouring down his dark skin. "A zombie became infected. Well I mean...they turned behind the wheel of a car. Bloody fucking mess! I don't know what kind of terrorist made anything like this! I come from a land where Hezbollah shoot it out with Maronites over religion but I've never seen any terrorism of this level!"

Jake and Sherry both knew he meant Lebanon but both knew this for different reasons. "There must be a source where this all started. Any information you might have on all this at all would help us bring whoever was behind this to justice."

Sherry told him. Muhammad seemed to be just as on edge as he was before talking to them. "I got no idea. This all started off in Times Square. From a terrorist view point, this would be a good place to strike. I do not know if other boroughs have it this bad or worse. Something is wrong with our radio and we can't communicate with any of our men in the rest of the city. They even flew us here from out of state."

Muhammad then said, "Listen, the BSAA and some of our men escorted some civilians to the station. You can go there but I wouldn't recommend it. The streets are dangerous especially now. We should have more of those BSAA men coming soon and reinforcements from the Army and Marine if they ever get of our asses!"

Gavin, the guy who seemed to be Muhammad's friend said, "Man up, soldier! I'm fucking wounded here and you don't see me complaining about it!" Muhammad turned to his friend, "You must know we generally aren't the ones they would use for a situation like this right? Think about it! We were not at D Day. We are the National Guard. The Marines and the Army are the first ones to go int hostile combat zones."

Gavin stubbornly said, "Well they can all rot in hell! They may be the ones they send in overseas but right now all this city, hell maybe even this country has at stopping this threat. We're who they call in states of emergency. We've got orders and we're gonna follow them!"

Jake looked around trying to decide what their next move should be. He came across a BSAA agent who had been killed. The man had the kind of shotgun rounds he needed. 12 gauge. He loaded it into the Spas 12 and but set it to Semi Automatic since it was a dual mode shotgun. He turned to Sherry and asked her, "You ready super girl?" She nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be!"

Just then they heard automatic fire. They ran to the source of the sound and even Muhammad went with them. They saw a BSAA agent, no two BSAA agents shooting at somebody. Sherry ran up to them as soon as they ceased fire. "What are you shooting at? Do you have a Sniper nearby?"

The agent she asked shook his head. "No ma'am. Just spotted an insurgent from Neo Umbrella. Very dangerous woman responsible for the death of thousands in Lanshiang. She set off a bomb in the city that infected people as soon as they breathed the gas. It's the same kind of virus as what infected the people here. We lost a lot of good people both American and Chinese from this bitch."

Sherry spoke up flashing her ID, "I'm a member of the DSO. Agent Sherry Birkin!I was in China when that happened. Who are you talking about?" The agent turned to her, looking like he'd taken a few blows. "Ada Wong. Bio terrorist bitch. She used to work for Albert Wesker when he was alive. Fucking whore probably tested her gag reflex on the bastard."

Though Jake knew Albert was far from a man of principals, he still felt a surge of anger surge through him hearing this asshole speak ill of him. If it wasn't for Sherry being there he would have slit the man's throat ear to ear without any concern for consequences but he kept it under control. She detected his anger and said, "Do you have a picture of her?"

One of the agents, the black man, handed her his PDA. "That's her. I lost a lot of guys over that bitch. Her antics killed a whole squad out there in Edonia. Come to think of it I remember you. You were that woman and yeah...you're Jake, right? I saw you both out there. You helped us take out those big bastards while the rookie blew up the anti aircraft guns. Saved a lot of lives that day you have no idea."

The agent who had talked about Wesker and Ada looked at Jake with narrow eyes. "Oh so you're the bastard's bastard son? You know for a thing Uncle Sam intended to be top secret it isn't much of a secret. Let's get one thing straight pal. If you even think of heading the same direction I'll put a bullet in your skull. Is that understood?"

Jake, never being a man to take disrespect, stepped up to him and said, "Why don't we skip the wait, asshole? You wanna shoot me, I'd like to see you try! I've killed plenty of smug Yankee assholes like you."

The man scowled and growled, "Yeah...you have no accent but you have the stench of a country full of terrorists. Your daddy was slumming it over there in some Eastern European armpit wasn't he?"Jake punched him hard and the guy tried to block it but the blow came too fast. He knocked the helmet off his head. Sherry cried out, "Jake, stop!" The man got up, his lip bleeding but the other SOU agent held him back. The man turned to Sherry the more calm of the two.

"You say you're DSO? We just had one of your field agents assist that terrorist. Agent Kennedy I think his name was. It's nothing for you to be concerned with. Let the professionals handle it," Sherry shook her head. "All due respect I am a professional and I can bet money I've dealt with this kind of situation long before you did. Agent Kennedy? There must be some sort of mistake! I know he'd never protect a terrorist!" She took a look at the image on the screen and said, "Yeah, that woman saved my life back in China. Why would she do that if she was behind all this?"

The agent Jake had punched wanted to attack him but was blocked by the calmer agent. He said, "Who the hell knows? She does whatever she has to to manipulate whoever she can. We don't know what goes through her head. We thought that bitch was dead. Still, her little missile went off so she must have planned ahead. See you can cover up an incident like Raccoon City but you can't cover up Lanshiang. A hundred and twenty thousand people died because of that C virus outbreak. That is more than Tall Oaks and Raccoon. That was one of their major cities."

Sherry looked at both agents and pleaded, "Do you have any idea where they might have gone? We need to talk to them. I don't think you're right. I can't speak for the woman but I know for a fact Leon wouldn't do wrong. I was in Raccoon City and he saved my life."

Jake examined the picture. I'll be damned. He thought. This was the woman who had given all the other mercs the C virus which had pretty much transformed them into J'avo. She was also the woman who was controlling that creature, Ustanak that had stalked them for what felt like forever. If I see that bitch I'll have to give her a proper thank you.

The agent whose name was Owen, said, "We have no idea, miss. She's deadly though and highly trained. If you think you can talk some sense into Leon or Ada, by all means you're welcome to try but if we see her we're shooting her on sight. She was supposed to be dead in Lanshiang but since she isn't, that makes her one of our most wanted still."

Sherry nodded. "We'll try to if we see them. I don't know that woman personally but if I ever see her again, I'll try and find out just what happened and how she survived getting shot. We're going to go to Grand Central Station to see if my partner headed out there," Owen shook hands with her and told her, "All right we'll be right here waiting for reinforcements. Be careful and good luck to you."

She nodded respectfully but turned to the other agent and told him, "If you know who Jake Wesker is then you should be more respectful to him. He's the only reason we even have a cure to the virus. What the hell have you done lately?" Jake smirked at her remark and the man scowled as they walked away. She thought to herself, And he lowered his price to 50 dollars. I never saw that happening. The whole mission it seemed like he only cared about getting 50 million. Deep down, he has a good heart.

They headed up the street to go find the survivors. Maybe Helena was there too? They headed across the street exiting the park. Three zombies were coming toward them, all of them armed with weapons. Jake ran up to one and gave it a round house kick, then a punch to the jaw. The zombie, a disfigured male with half of his face hanging off, grunted as Jake delivered blow after blow. It fell down and he brought his boot down on the thing's skull.

Jake fired his handgun at another one, this one, a well dressed business woman or what had once been one. A rounds struck her in her exposed leg where the nylon was and the round went into her shin bone. He fired two more shots and hit her with one round in the collar bone and one in the left side of the chest. He ran up and hooked her sending her sprawling back. Sherry let her automatic pistol fire and dropped two of the things, one, a heavy set bad man in a Letterman jacket, with seven rounds in the chest, the other, a short man who was balding with a head shot.

The man with the Letterman jacket got up but was wounded. Jake pistol whipped one of the zombies and discharged the gun at the side of its head. The round punched through and the man went man with the Letterman's jacket stood up and used his stun rod on Sherry. She cried out in pain as he did this and she angrily gave a kick to the abdomen which was already wounded. It staggered and she whiped out her own Stun Rod. She zapped it longer and swung harder and it shook as it was electrocuted. It moaned in pain as it fried and went down.

Jake equipped his shotgun and backed off but fired blasting two zombies, one of whom, he destroyed its head and the other, he blew in half and it was crawling until he stomped it to death. As they headed for the Grand Central Terminal, they came down the stairs seeing some J'avo this time. One of them angrily came at them with a Fire Axe. Sherry wasted no time firing her Glock at the bastards. She had switched the 17 for an 18 she found laying in the street. It was sad to her that there were this many armed civilians as well as police and military and yet so many were still being killed.

She had found some more ammo on the same corpse she had found it on. She slapped a 32 round mag home and got ready for the next horde. Jake, however, rammed three of them back with his shotgun. "We don't have time for these assholes! When is that piece of shit that's stalking me gonna call me back? I want some answers!" Jake proclaimed.

Sherry told him, "Just stay calm, Jake! We'll get to the bottom of this. We just gotta catch up to those people and help them get to safety, right?" They saw that there were a lot of civilians inside the terminal. A couple of them carried blunt objects and had put down any other infected that had got inside. Though it was admirable, they wouldn't likely last against a big horde of zombies. Jake looked at the people there. A lot of the ones there had been at Central Park. "Why aren't these people out of here? We're supposed to get you on the first trains out of here."

One of the civilians, a young teen with a NY Yankees hat told them, "We're going to but we have to wait until they get the line going to Connecticut through. We're trying to get out of here but we don't have good enough weapons to take out some of those things. A couple of SWAT guys got infected and were firing their machine guns off."

An elder man nodded and said, "They'll be downstairs. Follow the gunshots and you'll find them. I personally hate violence," Jake shook his head and walked in the direction he was talking about to get to the platform where the New Haven line was. "Better get used to it, old timer! It's going to get worse before it gets better."

Sherry had to pick up her pace a bit to keep up with him. "What are you doing? If they're already here, shouldn't the guy who called you give you a break? We're trying to help them as best as we can. I still need to find Helena. Hunnigan told me she thinks Helena may have an idea who started the outbreak here and possibly even who is running the Family!"

They went down a fight of stairs and Jake saw a zombie staggering near a wall. There was a train coming the opposite direction and he grabbed it and flung it throwing it much like a club bouncer into the oncoming train. The zombie was crushed under it and torn to pieces smashed along the tracks. Sherry observed, "Nice one!" He told her, "Look, I know you got a job to do. I'm not trying to be a bother but I know we made a hell of a team back in Edonia and Lanshiang."

She agreed. "I know we did. I would have been dead if you hadn't been there. Probably the same for you. I just...wanna find out who the Family is, is all."

He asked her, "What the hell is the Family? Some kind of cult or what? I know of them a little bit cause of that guy Simmons but aside from that I really don't know who the hell they are. Just some rich assholes I bet."

She sighed. "It's kind of a long the death of Simmons and what we went through in China I would have just called it a crazy conspiracy theory but I didn't know Simmons was involved in that or that he was a bio terrorist for that matter! To me he was just the guy who gave me a chance to stop being a lab rat. Anyway, i guess the Family was started by his ancestors. They're a secret fraternity that's had a lot of influence on the Western world."

Jake laughed. "See what I mean? And you thought I was being harsh on America before in China. I know you aren't one of the bad ones, Super Girl but the guy you worked for was. Maybe even the ones you still work for are. You never know how deep connections like that can run in the government," She was slightly annoyed by his remark. "This is serious! The United States was in deep with White Umbrella. The guy that man Leon you met worked for, Adam Benford, the president? He was going to reveal it. He was supposed to give a speech in Tall Oaks but never did. He became a zombie and Leon had to shoot him."

She paused to clear her throat and then continued, "The Family didn't want the connections between the US and Umbrella to be made or they would lose face on the world stage and all of his ancestors work would come unglued. Well, after Simmons died they got a new head of the Family. If Helena knows who it is, maybe she can help us get to them and find out who's running the show behind Neo Umbrella too."

Jake smirked, "What, they don't think America lost face already? Well whatever. As for Neo Umbrella, I had an encounter with one of their thugs. Guy named Albert Wesker Junior. He was sent by the same guy who called me on the phone. We fought but he was fast. He had the virus in him. Could have given that thing tailing us back in Europe a run for its money. He said a lot of stuff about my father. Claimed to be his son even."

Sherry looked at him even as they walked, her blue eyes bewildered. "How is that even possible? Our own database says that you're the only son Wesker has ever had and you're illegitimate," She then paused and added,"No offense," He shook it off. "None taken. I never met the bastard in my life. But still, this guy was strange. He acted like I was intruding in some way. I never saw myself as Jake Wesker. Like I said, it makes no sense. He said we had a mutual friend. He also killed a cop in cold blood."

Sherry asked him, "This Albert Junior, what did he look like?" Jake replied, "Well, I actually couldn't tell you. He had a mask on. A skull mask. He said his enemies call him..." Sherry finished the sentence for him. "Grim...? He's one of the BSAA's most wanted. Same with DSO. He's been on our list for a while but he's always managed to not get caught. We thought he was dead though. After Kijuju, one of the friends of a friend of mine...a friend of Chris claims he killed him in their second trip to India."

Jake was puzzled. "India? I thought they resolved all that several years ago? Sent the clean up crew in to deal with the outbreak? At least that's what i'd heard. I'd done a couple merc jobs in Mumbai but I never got to see the action up close. At least not that particular kind of would there have still been Bio terrorism there if the BSAA got sent there? You telling me your pals dropped the ball?"

Sherry snapped, "it may come as a shock to you but some of us have a cause other than money. I mean you were talking like you're with the rest of the world in hating America but you were thinking like one! Expecting money for every deed you do?" Jake responded, "That's bullshit, Sherry! You gonna hold that over me forever? I changed my asking price to fifty dollars. You know what that covers? Food and gas for the motorcycle. That;s about it and hardly even that. You're still gonna hold that over me? What about the guy who cured Polio? He may not have wanted to get rich off it like he could have he cared more for the greater good but you know what the catch is? He still at least had the money he had already made in his job."

Sherry apologized, "I'm sorry. That came out wrong. What I meant was, Chris and other people like him, they care more about stabilizing these areas around the world. For them that's all the mission ever was. At least the best of them anyway. But it's not easy to stabilize a region with a bio hazard outbreak especially in a third word country."

Jake nodded. "You got a point there but I hate to break it to ya sweetheart: The majority of the world is third world. Things are bad enough in a lot of places without flesh eating freaks trying to chow down on them. Looks like good old Redfield has his work cut out for him, huh? He may have founded the BSAA, Sherry but that doesn't mean he's going to live to ever see bio terrorism stop."

Sherry slowed down and was cautious as they came around a corner. "I know that, Jake. He did what he could. He laid down the tracks, the foundation. He's trying to do what he can to help people in the world. He's lost a lot of people to bio hazard. He's not a bad person. If he hadn't saved the world from your father, you would have probably ended up on the receiving end of the outbreaks and things would have turned out different."

She added with a smile, "I'm glad thinks worked out the way they did to a point. I would have never gotten to meet you if things went another way. Maybe everything bad happens for a good reason?" He was about to reply when Sherry seemed to recognize a brunette woman ahead of them. She was attractive but in her thirties.

She wore a white jacket over a leather black midriff vest that was laced up sort of like one would expect room the saloon girls in the old west. She also had some black leather pants on. She looked like a biker. "Claire!" Sherry ran to the woman and they hugged. "Sherry! She squeezed the younger woman tight and said, "You got so big!"

It had indeed been a long time since she had seen Claire. The last time she had she was sixteen. She had felt somewhat abandoned by her when she had not seen her for years but knew that both her and Leon had tried to get her out of government custody but couldn't do much about it. Their hands were tied. "Claire, it's been too look great! What are you doing here?"

Claire said, "I just got kind of caught in the moment but now that I'm here I'm here to help. I guess kind of a lost ride sort of thing. What are you doing here? Are you here on a mission? Leon says you work for the same people as him. I'm proud of you, Sherry. Your mother would be proud."

Jake took notice that the brunette, Claire didn't mention Sherry's father. Same kind of piece of shit dad as the one i had. He lit a cigarette. He actually didn't smoke he'd only tried it a few times back in his home country but anything was better than standing by as sort of a third wheel in this conversation. "Who is this? Hi, I'm Claire Redfield."

She extended her hand and he at first just looked at her but could feel Sherry's blue eyes on him so he did the right thing and shook it. "Jake Muller. You two know each other?" She seemed a little taken aback by his name. It dawned on him that this was the sister that Sherry had referred to that Chris talked about in Edonia. She had save Sherry's life along time ago. Had she not done that all those years ago, Sherry, a scared and naive twelve year old girl may have never blossomed into the beautiful and luscious woman that stood before him today.

He also realized her surname meant she was Chris's little sister. Though he had not said that his name was "Wesker Junior" as the woman who had captured him in Edonia had called him, it was obvious that Chris and his sister were not the type to keep secrets from each other. If there was any doubt in his mind that this was what was going on, it was removed when she looked to Sherry who just nodded. Claire said, "Nice to meet you. Yeah, we know each other. I saved her when she was just a twelve year old. She was cute then but she's beautiful now."

She then added, "It's nice to meet the guy who rescued Sherry when we weren't around to do it," She said this with a hint of modesty to her tone. "No, more like she saved my ass back there. We had each other's backs."

He looked at a blonde man who was accompanying Claire and seemed to be checking him out. "The fucks your problem?" The guy looked at him and said, "You got an interesting scar on your face. How'd you get it?"

Jake stepped forward, "I got it in a jungle in South America. Why you like it? Want one?" The guy stepped back a step but kept his pistol out and readied. Sherry called his name wanting him to calm down. The man said, "It's just a question. No need to get all uptight.I'm Terra Save too."

They made their way to the platform where they got a lot of civilians on board a train. Claire shook her head as she saw them boarding saying, "It's been a hell of a rough night so it's good to see some good come out of it. These people are finally getting out of here after all this trouble. A lot of civilians got on. At least twenty. They would take as many per car as they could.

Jake noticed an African American woman asking a Native American man, "You coming with us? It's time to is our chance!" The man was older and he said, "I'm an old man. I'm not looking to go anywhere. This is our land. I'm gonna stay here and fight for it. If we surrender this thing to those things it will be chaos. The same goes for those cops and soldiers. Whoever truly defends the city from these creatures is the one who can truly run it. I don't want to run it by myself. I just want it to be returned to all the people."

A younger man who looked related to the Elder said, "I'm staying too. I'll be damned if I let these things take over our homes in Brooklyn. That's where we're headed to. I aint running."

As Sherry talked to Claire, Jake's cell phone rang. He walked to get some privacy. "About time you called. What is this?" He demanded. The voice said, "Now you see it don't you? You can try to save some people but not everybody wants to be saved. Some would rather fight even when it's futile. This city is beyond saving. Even if you wanted to play the hero, that isn't you, Jacob. Notice how those do-gooders in the BSAA are the ones who got them here only to have some want to stay?"

Jake snarled, "Listen, asshole I did what you told me i was going to escort these people to safety and they got here. Now I want some answers!" The voice replied, "All good things to those who wait! You are wrong in your perceptions of your father you know. He was not a monster. He was not this demon that your friends in the BSAA tried to paint him as."

Jake snarled into the phone. "How the hell would I ever know that? I never met the man! But what I've heard about him aint good and it isn't just the BSAA I've heard this from. So what the hell do you people want with me and what do you mean by my destiny? I have no father and no destiny as far as I'm concerned!"

The voice answered him, "Destiny is not something you can fight. You were always destined to be a part of your father's new world. If you are wondering who this is, I suppose I owe you at least one answer. I was one of the Wesker children myself. Now as for Albert, he was my brother. Not biologically, but through our common legacy."

He listened and then said, "You knew my father?" The voice continued, "Yes. We've known each other for much of our lives. Though we were once just two strangers in a project, we became like brothers. We had similar goals in mind. Now we did not agree on everything but rest assured, I was one of the few people your father cared about. He would have cared about you as well but your mother never told him who you were. He never knew he had a life beyond his own. This is why men such as Albert Junior were necessary."

Jake was interested now since the voice had mentioned the super human they'd sent after him. "Yeah? Was that the roided out freak in the mask you sent after me? Grim? He said he was watching my back but he had a funny way to show it."

The voice answered him, "We had no intention of this happening. He can be...a bit out of control at times but his heart is in the right place. He just has trouble adjusting. In any case, I am the primary surviving Wesker child. You are an illegitimate heir to Albert's legacy though blood related, you are not as powerful as he was. As for 'Grim' as you and the BSAA so eagerly call him, he is a god in the making too but a bit unstable. Until we can be certain he can control himself a little better, we do have him on a bit of a leash. Nothing harmful, just a little extra insurance. In any case, my dear brother is dead and I am the one who will take the place as a God of the new world. You were never given a father, Jake. I can understand that. I lost my family at a young age. I lost everything but it was worth life of an ordinary human being is so insignificant."

Jake listened to the man man in disbelief. "You want to be a god? You're insane!,"

"Do not misunderstand me. I am not some imaginary God talking to an enslaved people in a middle eastern desert. Nor am I the kind who would ever demand people believe in me. I am simply a God of science. We all could have been but those with inferior DNA did not survive the Wesker Project. Your father and I were the only ones who survived and that gives us the right to take this world and shape it into our own! There has never been any god before in humanity that people could observe and know for sure was real. I intend to give these people the leadership they need."

Jake shook his head. "Guys like you...you're no better than cult leaders. Or a crooked dictator. I don't even know you! Who are you and why are you playing games with me?! Tell me what you want and I'll see what I can do. You want me to help escort people on a train out of the city? Fine! It gone done even without me here but don't try to involve me in your world domination scheme!"

The man told him, "It astonishes me, Jake. You don't have just even an ounce of curiosity? To find out more about the man who nearly changed the world? Even without the actual virus in you, because you have the same DNA as Wesker, had he unleashed the Uroburos virus you would have been accepted by the transformation without a doubt. You would not have been among the unwashed masses who would have perished. And Redfield denied you a chance in which you could have been something greater! Wouldn't you have at least wanted to meet your father? He was not some rube who abandoned you. He did not know you existed! He would have been rejoiced that he had life beyond his own! He would have been all for starting a line of Wesker's in the new world. Of king Weskers!"

Jake was becoming more upset. "I'm not gonna listen to this anymore! I'm hanging up now because you're out of your mind! You have no idea what you're talking about or how insane you sound! I've did my own homework, got access to some BSAA files on my dad to find out about him and I wouldn't have wanted anything to do with a psycho like that! I was bad but he was evil!"

The voice on the phone haunted him with logic. ""Wouldn't it have been more fair if you had been given the option to talk to him and determine that for yourself? Because of the actions of Chris Redfield, you will never get to hear his side of the story. Your father, for all his faults, gave you life. At the very least you owe him the benefit of the doubt! You have no chance to ask him yourself why he thinks the way he does. Why he believed what he did, why he desired to do what he was going to do. Did Redfield fill in the void of your own father? Is he the father you never had? Has he answered all the questions that you might have had about who your father was?"

Jake was angrier. "You don't know anything! You're just a wannabe trying to be like he was. That's all you are! You want to be what he was but you probably don't even have half of the resources he did!"

"Jacob...not only did Chris Redfield kill your father but he also killed your mother. Think about it! You became a mercenary at the age of seventeen to try to have enough money to pay for the treatment your dear mother so needed and deserved. She died in the year 2010, correct?" Jake froze. He was right. "Your father, had he been able to know of his son by the woman he had met years ago, he might have been able to provide you the financial means to save your mother! If anybody could it would have been that man! Money was no object to him. But he would have done it. When Chris Redfield killed him, he didn't kill just your father. He killed your mother as well. In fact, I know fr a fact that she contacted him trying to get hold of him. He was not available of course due to his own objective in Kijuju but surely he would have assisted her had he only been alive to do so!"

Jake finally could contain himself no more. "Fuck you! If i find you I'm going to kill you! You leave my mother out of this!" He hung up the phone. Claire and her companions stared at him and he had tears forming in his eyes. He pointed his pistol at them and yelled, "What are you all looking at?!" He then walked off away from the platform. He didn't want to be here.

Claire turned to Sherry, "Is your friend okay? What was that all about?" Sherry didn't know. "I don't know! I think I have an idea. I'll be right back."

She ran after him. He had headed into a men's bathroom and was splashing cold water on his face. He had punched one of the mirrors. "Jake! Are you okay? What happened? Talk to me!"

He shook his head. "I just want to be alone right now, Sherry. You should...go catch up with your friend. I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on," Sherry put a hand on his arm and he didn't know how to react to that. "You're my friend too, Jake. You can tell me. I'm here for you."

He turned directly around to face her. "That voice that's been calling me, the one that disguised their voice? They just called me. Talked to me about a fight I had with one of their guys. Grim. He says he is Wesker's son though not biologically. Said they got somewhat of a leash on him. He can be unstable...the guy I was talking to he claimed to be the only other Wesker child to have survived aside from my dad. Now he's the last one. He told me things...he said things about my mother."

Sherry stepped closer to him, her eyes looking into his. "What is it?" He hesitated but then said, "He told me that my mother had been in contact with him when I first started picking up a gun. She didn't ever want me to a mercenary. What mother would? She was trying to reach him right around the time he died. She didn't die until a year after he did. The way this guy was telling it...he made it seem like if it weren't for Chris he would have been willing to give the money needed to pay for her operation."

Sherry looked at him with concern but she told him, "You can't really believe that, Jake? If he did it would have been to suit his own purposes! He wasn't a good man. He would have tested you just the same as Neo Umbrella if he was still alive."

He looked down. "It's not the same. I know you told me I have to take responsibility for my own actions back in Lanshiang but you don't get it! You had your parents. Both of them and while...look I know it isn't easy to lose your parents, at least you had always had both. I never even had a father. All this time I thought it was because he was a dead beat and that he didn't give a shit about us and i thought she was obsessed with him and that she was stupid for that. I was wrong! I'm tired of being told that he was bad by other people who met him! Even you met him, right? I wish I could have been able to decide that for myself!"

He expected now that she would go off on him because he had mentioned her parents who were deceased but she did not. She just looked at with sorrow and pity. He had buried his emotions deep down for so long and had not cried in years. Not since his mother had died and now it was exploding out of him like a nuclear reactor. Sherry hugged him. "I'm sorry. I really am. I know how it is to lose my mother...at least that's one thing we do have in common."

He cried a little into her shoulder. "But we're still alive, Jake. We have each other and we need to trust each other, okay? You can tell me anything I won't judge you," He wiped his tears away. "Well, I'm gonna find that guy and get some answers from him. If he knows him, he's the closest to the source I'm going to get."

She looked at him and pleaded, "Jake as for Chris..." He didn't let her finish. "I don't want to talk about him. I can talk about all that's wrong with me, my mother, my father but leave that asshole out of it. I can't promise you that I'm going to be chummy with him. In fact there's no chance that will happen but. I think I'll just stay out of Redfield's path and he'll do good to do the same."

She nodded. Just then, for reasons he could not understand he found himself staring into her sky blue eyes, her soft pink lips. He kissed her. She was surprised by it. She was going to smack him but could see he was vulnerable so she did not. Instead she pushed him off. He apologized instantly. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done that...I...don't know what I was thinking...damn it! I'm sorry..."

She put a finger to his lips and just stared into his eyes. She kissed him back. What am I doing? She thought to herself. This is so unprofessional! She felt as much urge to kiss him as he had her. He had kissed her because she was kind, sweet, beautiful and obviously cared for him. She had kissed him because she was seeing a new side of Jake and it was exciting. He wasn't just the selfish rude asshole she thought he was back in Edonia. He had good in him. They embraced as they kissed.

Her heart nearly jumped from her chest as Claire followed her in there and knocked. "You two okay?" Their kiss broke but his fingers brushed against her bare arm and she had touched his muscular chest before they did. They stepped outta and Jake said, "We're just peachy. But whatever happened to a little privacy? Thought that was a thing with you Americans?"

Claire chuckled, "Well that is true but you were in the woman's bathroom," Jake, puzzled looked and saw that she was right. Some practical joke, possibly a teen before the infection, had used graffiti to spray out the W and the O. Sherry told her, "We were just talking. We'll be right behind you, Claire."

Claire nodded and headed out and Jake and Sherry followed but he pulled her in closer to kiss her again when the brunette was out of sight. She closed her eyes as their lips touched again but she said, "I hope you're doing this because that's what you want and not because you're in a vulnerable place right now."

She regretted saying that as soon as she had but he didn't seem fazed by it. He just said, "Well remember back in Edonia when i said what makes you think you're my type? Well...that was bullshit. I've always liked women like you. You're a lot like me but...maybe not as much of a sarcastic prick. You're like Wonder Woman."

She smiled. "Well, I've always had a thing for bad boys. Especially ones with scars and a six pack. But hey, what happened to Supergirl? I liked that better," Over time she had come to like his nickname for her. She had gotten used to it. It was their thing between the two of them.

He smirked, "Okay. Like they say if it isn't broke don't fix it. Besides Wonder Woman was kind of lame. Cause of the lasso of truth. Only a woman would see honesty as a super power!" She playfully shoved him and said, "You talk too much, Jake," They kissed again and as their mouths melted together she moaned against his mouth but after what seemed like a minute she pulled away. "We should go...this isn't the right time."

He looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "Rain check?" She nodded. "Gives us something to look forward to if we survive," He rolled his eyes at that. "We will. C'mon on super girl. Let's go help the rest of these civilians. The I'll wait for that asshole to call me. The only payment I want from him is information."

They headed out to where the civilians were. Another train had arrived and they got more civilians in there. The cop who was with Claire and her group was helping direct people into the front entrance to the car while the Elder they had seen and who they assumed must be his grandson and their group helped people into the back. Just then, the Terra Save member that was with Claire, as well as a redhead, and an elderly man, readied their weapons and then so did the cop.

The Elder and his group then did too. They all began to open fire as they saw a large pack of zombies making their way down stairs and down escalators. Claire readied her gun too and shot the nearest zombie with three to the head. She backed up and the train was going to get ready to move. A few civilians who were trying to get on that one could not because they were defending against the horde.

"How did they find us? Something must have led them here!" Claire shouted out. The officer started firing at as many as he could. "We can worry about that later we gotta get these people out of harms way!" Jake had his pistol aimed at them and Sherry stood with him almost back to back as they faced hordes who were coming from both directions. "You ready super girl?"

She aimed down her sights at the zombies coming. She began to let off rounds, her pistol set to automatic. They dropped five in a row. As the zombies got closer she wondered,What did set them off to come down here?

Meanwhile

He met Alex back in the lab. He was now hooked up to a machine being monitored. The man walked over to a monitor typing in a code. He had Grim strapped down. Aside from his father, and about half of the people Grim had killed, Alex was one of the few people to see his face and live. When one looked at Grim, he did not seem like the Grim Reaper. He looked like an ordinary thirty two year old man. But now, he wanted to remember his past life. Alex told him that he could fix him a little bit and help him have the memories, which would slowly come back to him but surely.

Even still he said he would not take down the "Protective wall" in his mind entirely. He would just loosen the pressure in his mind a bit. Grim was not entirely sure what would happen but he was going crazy from the memories of his mortal life because none of them made sense. He didn't even remember his birth parents. At least not like he felt he should. Alex told him, "Your father...had an almost irrational view that we should block out your old memories completely. He felt that if you remembered anything you would go insane. He was my dear brother but he was wrong for that."

He grinned just briefly, so brief that Grim did not see it from where he was. He punched in a few things on the keyboard and said, "Now...this will take a minute and it may sting a bit but you've encountered much worse than this. This is the same machine that your father used to put up the wall in your mind. He synchronized it with the resurrected life form that was you due to the virus he blessed you with. The memories of your human life would have been too much to deal with. You had no family left but us."

He closed his eyes but listened to Uncle Alex speaking. Though his voice seemed sinister when it had an authoritative tone to it, for now it soothed him. He continued, "Those memories would have been a distraction to stop you from being the new world's most perfect soldier. But the only way these reoccurring memories will stop attacking your mind from deep within your subconscious is if you remember them. It will take time before you remember all your time before us but when you do, then you should understand how short, how painful, how insignificant, and how meaningless human life is and why we must change the dynamics of life in this world,"

He felt electricity course through him. Grim cringed as it surged through his muscles. This is different...he thought as he groaned from being shocked. He had been electrocuted many times and though he had been able to take it, it had been far from pleasant. This was not the same.

It continued another five minutes and then it was over. Alex had two doctors come and unstrap him. He stood up, wearing only his boxers. Alex handed him his clothing and said, "Get dressed. I have a mission for you. As before, you must go and find Jake Muller but this time, you must try to see to it he doesn't see you. All the survivors that are on their way to Grand Central Station, they were supposed to be escorted by him but he was running behind schedule. You must find a way to lure as many carriers to the station as you can."

Grim felt different. It was like he was somewhat free but free from what? From the pressure of the wall on his memory? And if he still felt a bit imprisoned, then what by? Was it his own anger and hate? His own rage? The virus? He asked Alex, "You want those survivors...dead? You want me to kill them?"

He shook his head. "No. Not you but the mindless carriers. They have no purpose, no motivation, no desire for anything other than to feed. If he suspects that either you or I are behind this, we will have terminated any chance of him ever trusting us but he must learn a lesson that no matter how much his human desire to save people is part of him, he must see that humanity at its core is weak."

The black man turned from his nephew. Though he looked nothing like his father, Grim could see they were very much in most ways like each other but Alex had betrayed Spencer long before Albert had. In some ways, he did look like his father. He had the sunglasses, they had a similar way of dressing and a cold and malicious voice. Somehow though, he still felt the warmth under the dragons wing when his father had been alive. Albert Wesker had not been some cold hearted man who used people. He had cared enough to bring him back to life.

So why did it seem like a man, so similar in nature to Albert Wesker, was somehow evil? Did this mean his father truly was a tyrant and he had not been able to see it because he loved his father? He got dressed and began to speed up running out of the lab, whizzing through the motion censor doors that opened electronically until he felt the air again. He was fully dressed the same as he had been and even his mask was back on.

The doctors, who had once been prominent scientists for White Umbrella but now were Neo Umbrella researchers turned to Alex Wesker and asked, "Mr. Wesker, sir. Are you sure we should have let him go out there like this? He may not be in the right state of mind to handle such a rapid change in his brain."

He stared at the monitors he had that were "Eyes" all over the city. He did not look at them but he answered, "He will see when these pitiful homo sapiens show how unreliable they are and how unfit to survive they are, not only will Grim start to see but Jake Muller as well. The test is for the both of them even if it was mainly meant for Jake," He then grinned at the very idea. "He will know just how weak human beings are when he sees them becoming like the very beasts that consume them. They will turn and he will not, even if bitten because he is a man of the future. These human beasts are nothing but insignificant bugs waiting to be crushed by the heel of our boots."

Grim was running at full speed, about as fast as Wesker had once run, and he plowed his way through the window of a radio shack. He grabbed one of their Ipod speakers. He had an Ipod he sometimes took with him when he was bored. He knew that because he had the virus in his blood the zombies were not attracted to him and therefore were not going to try to bite him. So he needed another way to attract them. Noise was a good way to do that. The speaker combined with the volume of the Ipod made the sound go loud.

They began to follow him just as he expected as he played the song One In A Million by Guns N Roses. He walked down the street knowing he had about six blocks to go. He had no idea if this was going to work or not but Alex tended to usually be right. He just hoped these things would kill them and get the job done. Suddenly as he walked, though he was aware of where he was going, he began to remember bits and pieces of his early life. It was a bit too fast for him to gather much but he knew one thing.

He knew what both of his parents looked like and he knew what he used to look like. It was like watching some montage on a corny TV show or a movie. Man I used to look like a dweeb. No way i was getting laid back then with that haircut. He saw more memories and they seemed so real. He had grown up in the mid west somewhere. He used to have an accent which he did not have anymore. He hadn't been home in a long time.

In regards to his thoughts about getting laid, though his father, he had suspected between 2007 and 2009, had been an item with Excella Gione, he was not sure. Maybe he had tossed her one now and then. He was not sure but for the most part seemed uninterested. Had he been gay? Or did he have somebody else in mind?Or was he simply asexual as he appeared to most people who knew him? Was he above the very human aspect of intercourse?

He did not know but for a long time, though Grim had not remembered everything about his earlier life he knew he had been a virgin. Excella, was a genius, she was a businesswoman and a heir to Tricell. She was also a notorious whore. Before she had been even remotely able to intrigue Wesker, even if he had just been using her all along for her own data, upon learning that Grim was more or less his son, and the son of a God, was a virgin, she felt that she had something to teach the young apprentice of Albert Wesker.

Though Grim did not like her himself one bit he ha to admit she had a killer rack and that haughty southern European accent she had, sounded great when he was penetrating her. He'd fucked her a total of six times before her untimely death. He had not liked her but he liked screwing her. He never really knew why she had done it and didn't care. He was no virgin anymore. Maybe she was out for just that too, a lay.

Or maybe she was sampling him until she could get a hold of the real deal. But as far as he knew his father was asexual. He remembered hitting Excella one time after they had sex because of what she had said about his father. That it was "Funny how he didn't seem interested in girls that did want him, only those that didn't but he is a man who still gets his way."

He didn't know what the hell she was talking about. He knew his father had done some cold blooded things in the name of war but but he was no rapist. He would not admire him if it were so. Albert, for all his flaws and the thing Grim did not understand, was still his hero. His condemnation of humanity was spot on. He was finally there at Grand Central Station. He led the horde down some stairs. There was about twenty of them following but in the station it echoed so it was attracting more. He then turned the music off and watched as the zombies made their way past him.

Now he didn't need the music. The zombies could smell living walking, talking meat. Some of the survivors down there were wounded and they could smell their blood even though they were not yet in sight. He had turned the music off because he needed it to be somewhat of a surprise to the survivors. As they made their way down the stairs he watched as one after another staggered after their meals. The survivors, had likely not heard he music because he was just far enough from the platforms they were on that they wouldn't have heard it over the trains coming and going. How they were still even operational right now in a state of emergency was beyond him but then that was their evacuation plan.

He walked the same direction at a slow pace. "Dinner time, guys," He muttered.

Josh

He fired off rounds and hit the thing in it's abdomen but it still jumped at him. He fired more into its head and it went down. There were two more B.O.W's of the same kind coming at them. He fired at another but it managed to predict he would aim and it zig zagged so he had to follow it with his stream of rounds. He hit it with two in the left front leg and one in the stomach but it rammed into his side and drew blood. Josh stepped back gasping in pain and it did it opened fire with his AK and let a burst hit the thing in the legs and chest. One round went directly into its stomach sack.

Josh then fired between its eyes and it went down. Jill peppered one with rounds from her Beretta. She hit the thing with five rounds in the chest and one round hit its left front leg. It pounced on the woman and bit her hand and part of her arm. She cried out sharply in pain and gave it a hard kick. The thing backed off but recovered but while it was she fired a round at its red eye but hit it in the snout.

She finished it with an additional shot in the head just to the left of its right ear. Josh spotted two more running after them and he retrieved his Glock and opened fire on one of them downing it with several well aimed head shots. The other, he and Jill both fired on, she hitting it with four rounds and he with three. It went down but then it got up and the spikes on its back began to move and to vibrate and then grow. Its fangs did the same.

It let out a horrible shriek, this one worse than the initial one they heard. Josh and Jill both covered their ears and backed up. Josh had taken note of to what extent he was bleeding and the same with Jill but he noticed that after the thing had screamed her wound actually bled more. "What the hell is this bloody thing? A new kind of B.O.W. proto type? A hyena or what?"

Jill backed up discharging her whole mag into the newly mutated bigger creature. She backed up reloading despite her wounded hand. Josh shouted to her, "That thing's scream causes you to bleed more! I am too! We need to kill this thing!" She fired another two shots hitting it in the head but it still came at them. Another round hit it in the back breaking through one of the spikes in its back. It let out another scream and Josh gritted his teeth as his wounds in his side bled worse.

Jill groaned too but fired rapidly, and said, "These don't look like any hyenas I've ever seen before. Or anything even remotely normal! They look crossed between a dog and a goat and maybe with a touch of reptile in them. What the hell is Neo Umbrella working on?" Josh finished it off as he emptied the rounds into the last of its spikes. Though they were dangerous parts of its body it was also a weak spot on it.

Josh replied, "I don't know but these things are burning through our ammunition!"

They got twenty feet up the road away from those things. There was a fire fight in and around the town going on between guerrillas and the US soldiers. It had been going on for at least an hour. Josh saw a couple of SOU agents dead from gunshot wounds against the side of a small shanty house. One had three holes in the jaw, the other, had taken multiple rounds that had gotten through the vest. Josh shook his head in dismay. "We're supposed to stay out of their war but they're getting into firefights with our men!"

They heard a couple of explosions a mile or so away. Jill held up her Beretta trying to gather their surroundings. "I don't know what it could have been. We have our own job to do. I'm sure they had a good reason if they were shooting it out with the ALF. Then again, it could have just as easily been a soldier or a rebel that just got infected and still had their weapons on them."

They saw a dead female gent laying on the ground with her throat ripped out. This had not been done by the gunfight or any gunfight. Not even by a human. One of the same dead B.O.W. they had just encountered lay there, a severed hand in its mouth. Just then, three of them emerged growling from a nearby alley.

They came at Jill. She fired at them as they all charged her and she tried to get away from them. She fired the whole mag into it but it went dry sooner than expected. Josh was pounded on by a fourth one he did not even see from behind. It tried to go for his throat.

He elbowed it and it bit him directly on the funny bone. He screamed at the top of his got his combat knife out trying to fend it off and he swung the blade at it and it wounded the thing but it did not stop. It began to bite on his neck. I'm dead...this thing is going to kill me...He thought but the sound of automatic fire startled him and rattled the thing from behind. It went down and died in a pool of dark red.

The same shooter fired upon the three attacking Jill. The man killed one and wounded two with his stream of automatic fire. The shooter sawed one of the things skulls in half with AK rounds. The mess was spectacular. The other was peppered with ten rounds in the side and it bled to death. The man who had done it, Josh did not recognize. He helped Jill to her feet and then came over and extended Josh his hand while strapping his Kalashnikov around his shoulder.

Jill looked tired but she looked at their savior. "Carlos! Thanks...we owe you one."

He grinned and said, "You owe me two! You okay, amigo?" Josh stood up on his own, not sure what to make of the newly arrived face. "Whoa, what's with the attitude, compa? I just saved you from being puppy chow! Do you two even recognize what this thing is?"

Jill shook her head and Josh just said nothing. Jill then asked, "Are you saying you do? How would you know? I thought you were done with Umbrella?" Carlos took offense to that and said, "Hey what kind of thing is that to say to an old friend? You know I'm done with those assholes. Anyway, I don't know it by Umbrella's design. I know it because it looks a lot like a creature you hear about all over Latin America."

Jill smiled and said, "Relax tough guy. I was just teasing. We're old friends so you should know when I'm kidding."

He looked at them both and said, "They tell about it a lot in Mexico, the United States, and Puerto Rico too, as a matter of fact. This thing, fits the description of the Chupacabra. That thing is a blood sucking dog. Almost like a vampire in K9 form but it looks like they did some other experiments on it."

Josh looked at him and said, "So you're our man on the inside? How do we know we can trust you? BSAA file on you says that you were a guerrilla fighter in South America before you joined the UBCS. How can we be so sure you don't sympathize with these rebels? Jill was just kidding but I am not. It's one thing to know Umbrella's dirty deeds. When somebody does, they don't usually side with them but the same cannot be said for rebels. They're romanticized as heroes but many are terrorists."

Carlos scoffed. "You know, that woman that is like a little sister to you was the same kind of person I was? Same thing different continents. Either way, you aren't the one risking your ass undercover. I know who you are. I read all about the Kijuju report. You don't know these people here. So far I don't suspect anybody. Not yet anyway. They all seem to think it was the US who released the virus."

Jill sighed. "We'll see if that's true before this is over. Thanks for helping us. I guess Umbrella really is trying to create as many bio weapons as they can. I want to find out what I can on Neo Umbrella's operation in the Caribbean. We need to find their ground zero here. We talked to Barry. He told us that they'll try to sterilize this city. The same way as Raccoon. I don't care if you're a sympathizer with the rebels or not but we need to stop Neo Umbrella here or the president will send a missile here. It could not only destroy this village but the whole country."

Carlos backed away from the two BSA agents and he said, "Listen, I need to get back before the others start to suspect me. I had to ditch my wire. Too dangerous. So I'm going to have to find a way to contact you two later but for now I need to get back to camp. Mi compadres are having a meeting. Need to talk about how we think the virus got to this land and which faction Neo Umbrella is using. Some of these vatos might not even know about Umbrella. They just know a crooked government and know what length they would go to just to crush a rebellion."

Just then, Josh heard some voices in Spanish coming their way. Carlos whispered to both of them. "You've gotta go! They don't completely understand who the BSAA are yet. Or that I'm with you guys. You've gotta run! I'm gonna need to shoot at you and I'll miss but go! They think you're all CIA!" Jill stared at her old friend with alarm and concern both for their safety and his. Just what the hell are these two to each other? Josh wondered. He grabbed Jill's arm. "Come on, Jill! We need to move!"

He pulled her away and she yelled, "Wait!"But he pulled her still saying, "Do what your friend said!" They began to run and Carlos fired his weapon after them intentionally missing. The other ALF rebels finally caught up to him. Josh and Jill ran past several old buildings getting behind cover as the rounds barely missed them. Carlos had done well to make it look like he was genuinely trying to kill the two of them.

One of the rebels, a woman from Mexico who was in PR just like Carlos to offer support asked, "¿Quiénes fueron los gringos que disparaban contra?" (Who were the gringos you were shooting at?)

Carlos replied, "Creo que son la CIA. Están aquí para tratar de detener a nosotros de tomar lo que es nuestro. ¿Es mejor que su ejército puede. Están bien entrenados, rápido que casi me matan ahora! Trató de acercarse sigilosamente a mí!"

(I think they're CIA. They're here to try and stop us from taking back what's ours. Do it better than their army can. They're well trained, fast they almost killed me just now! Tried to sneak up on me!)

Armando, one of the ALF rebels ran in the direction that the two BSAA agents had gone. Meanwhile, Josh and Jill ran like hell to get away They had some distance between themselves and the enemy but they would likely catch up before long. Josh noticed a well with a lever that was manually operated. He began to operate it and he advised Jill, "Watch out for me! We can hide down there!"

The ALF rebels were running a different direction. Jill spotted some freshly infected men, these, were C virus zombies. She began to open fire with the Beretta keeping Agent Stone covered. Josh wondered if Carlos had intentionally led them the wrong way to buy some time. The well was now open and there was no water down there oddly enough. Josh hook lined his way down there and so did Jill. She had dropped three carriers with one magazine but now they heard the voices coming closer, likely drawn near by the shots.

Josh noticed a narrow crawl space that was just big enough for them to fit through if they went one at a time. He told her, "You go. I'll follow!" She nodded and crawled her way through. Just then, one of the rebels opened fire from the top of the well. He hit Josh in the chest. Josh returned fire with the Glock grazing the man at least once causing him to curse in Spanish.

Josh then made his way through the crawl space. It was very narrow and almost too much for the larger man to squeeze through but he was able to make it. He made his way to the left as he turned a corner in the crawl space. He came out on the other side in what looked like some sort of library or at least a room full of books. Jill moved a book shelf in front of the crawl space. "That should buy us enough time to shake them."

They examined the room and found some handgun magazines. They had found it on the carcass of a male dressed in a lab coat. Jill examined his ID. Luis Guillermo. He did not have any Umbrella credentials but the, since they were now a Bio Terrorist organization, this was no surprise. He had died from a self inflicted gunshot wound. Josh wondered why he had done this until he saw the bite marks and the blood on the lab coat that seemed to be older as it was much darker and more dried up than the fresher red sticky blood from the gunshot wound.

They heard cursing from behind the book shelf. They tried to look for a way out of the the room. Josh spotted a statue that was in both English and Spanish. It read To find the path to your next fate find the book of life and return it to where life is out of place. Josh beckoned to her to come over and she read the same thing.

They began looking on book shelves. A lot of the books were just romantic novels, horror stories, murder mysteries and things of that nature. Jill found a bible that was entirely in Spanish but she picked it up and said, "Could this be it?" Josh began to put the other books exactly where he had found them. Outside of the book shelf, some of the rebels were discussing shooting the shelf out of the way.

"Vas a disparar a ti mismo si lo haces, idiota! En un espacio tan pequeño los bulets haría rebotar y le golpeó entre los ojos! Tendremos que establecer algunas medidas de venta libre o algo por el estilo. ¿Tienes alguna cargos?"

(You'll shoot yourself if you do that, idiot! In such a small space the bullets would ricochet and hit you between the eyes! We'll need to set some counter measures or something like that. Got any charges?)

Josh heard Carlos's voice saying this but he did not understand. Another voice of a male rebel said, "A la mierda con eso. Lanza una cocunut allí."

(To hell with that. Toss a coconut in there.)

Josh got the last book back in place and he looked at the bible Jill had. He was glad the cross was still on the front of it because he didn't speak any Spanish. He took the book and put it in the one empty slot. They heard a sound and they saw a wall opening. Jill ran ahead to see what it was, reloading just in case an insidious threat lied ahead of the two BSAA Agents. Instead she saw a control panel and an elevator. She called, "Josh! Come, on! Let's get out of here see where this takes us to. Maybe we'll get some answers as to who is really behind the attacks out here!"

Josh followed the woman and they hit the button to open the gate to the old fashioned style elevator. They got inside and they heard a blast. It sounded like it came from a grenade. It made Josh shake and Jill's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. "Jesus! They must have used explosives! They're still trying to kill us!"

Josh shook his head and hit the button from inside. "To hell with that! We got a job to do. We find out who is in bed with Neo Umbrella and the source of the B.O.W's on this island and put them out of our misery. I'm not dying yet. God still has use for me!"

She nodded. "You're right. I'm not about to give the government or the Family for that matter, a reason to use a missile on this poor town. Not if I can help it. No more innocent people need to die here. We're going to end this. You and me."

Josh nodded. "I agree. When we reach wherever this lift takes us to, we should contact Chris and Sheva. Let them know we might have found one of Neo Umbrella's dummy corporation facilities. If this is where the Bio Weapons are being made, we struck gold. We can stop any more of these things from getting out and our people top side can get rid of all the rest of them."

Jill used an herb on both of their wounds as the elevator went down.

Claire

She was able to help more people now. As they waited for the next train to come along she tended to the wounds of those who had been attacked. With a job like hers, there was always something to do. She almost didn't want to quit Terra Save and maybe she wouldn't after all. She was grateful that there were several street medics as well that had experience with medical treatment as they had been part of the Occupy Movement. They had been there to rinse out the eyes of protesters who had been maced by the cops. These medics seemed to be with Victor and his group.

There was also a medic who was with the National Guard but he was siding with the cops against Victor's group. They tended to those in Claire's group and Victor and Tashini and the others were tending to the wounds of those in their group. The majority of the civilians were not choosy and Claire didn't like the idea of these divisions but even though she was the sister of a former police officer herself, she knew that in their group there was a lot of distrust towards the N.Y.P.D. due to having been mistreated and abused some of them even profiled and discriminated against. She gathered that much from Victor and Tashini both.

Claire caught Randy looking at her a couple of times. In a way it was kind of cute but he wasn't really her type. She didn't know if she even had a type anymore. It had been a long time since she had dated and the last man she had been with was Leon but that hadn't really been dating. Randy just didn't seem like her kind of guy. Sure, he was a good enough person and she knew he cared about the people he helped sometimes almost a little too much. That had been the case when he and her had both been in India as he had been there too.

Then again, what he lacked in the looks department he made up in the sense of humor he had. Still she wasn't sure. It had never occurred to her to date another Terra Save member. Still, as she helped patch up a muscular man in a green tank top's shoulder wound she thought that maybe this was what she was meant to do. Sure, a librarian would be more convenient as far as safety and getting to be at home with her daughter, Rani but at the same time, she got to often see new places when her travels took her across continents and oceans. She loved to get lost in a good book like she always had but saving lives served more of a purpose.

Maybe I should stay with Terra Save a few more years and then I'll work in a again, if I have more money though, I won't need to work at all and then I could just spend my days a book worm and a mom. She smirked lightly at the thought. She caught Randy looking briefly at her ass but he blushed and attempted to act like he hadn't been.

Just then Atonwa, the Mohawk Elder whom they had talked to regarding the Wendigo B.O.W. they had encountered when they first got there, stood up. He readied his handgun and Victor did the same but he was not sure what the unseen threat was. Claire wasn't either until she saw officer Reese the hot head, opening fire on a zombie, this man having been a fire man, who was coming at them with the fire axe. He fired five shots at the man and the wounded fire men swung his axe but missed wildly but the axe sunk into the platform ground sending sparks up.

There were a lot of zombies coming down the stairs toward them. Everybody with guns which actually was not as many people as there were unarmed survivors, opened fire. Claire shouted to Officer Kim pondering how they found them but regretted saying it as soon as she had since it was obvious Sherry and Jake opened fire too and Claire was firing at them. She had been among the first to do so. She had't even realized she had the 9mm out. It was like second nature to the young brunette.

The civilians who had no weapons screamed and tried to get behind those who did have guns and even those who were civilians but at least had conventional stabbing weapons to use on the infected. This would have worked except there were carriers coming from both directions. What led them down here? Even if it is hunger there shouldn't have been more than a few there must be something else.

She fired her 9mm and hit a male zombie of African American descent three times in the chest and once in the left knee cap. He dropped to his other knee howling in pain. She took the chance to roundhouse kick him back. He sprawled over on his back ad Claire gave him a kick to the head to finish him off. The zombies bit some of the civilians and even as much as the cops that were there, the National Guard grunts, and the two BSAA agents, plus Claire's group and Victor's group were shooting, many zombies still came through.

One lady, an older woman in her sixties with short hair and glasses shrieked as one of them bit her on the face and bit directly into her eyeball. As the blood sprayed from the wound it continued to chow down and was joined by a second.

Brenda was opening fire on as many as she could at once and she looked scared to death. Claire advised her, "Shoot for the head!" She did just that and began trying to. She missed one shot at a zombie in a police uniform and she fired again and hit him in the lower jaw. The zombie fell back but was trampled under by the other zombies in their own hunger for the prey they had in front of them.

Winters, the older man was shooting them down with carefully aimed bursts of fire from the Assault Rifle he had. He grunted in pain as one of them hit him with a crowbar in the side but he let that zombie have a face full of rounds. It's head was split apart by the ammunition. Randy was also firing, trying to be as calm and collected as Claire was but was scared as he was still not as experience with zombies as she had been. Sure, he had been along in the mission in Mumbai when there was bio terrorism there and there had been more of a population there and was therefore more potentially dangerous if infected but there had been more BSAA agents to take out the threat there.

Or at least it had seemed that way. He had been scared shitless then too but or the most part Terra Save had not seen a lot of the action in India. They were there to repair the damage. The BSAA had cleaned up the bio weapons. This explained why he was shook shook up now.

Come on, Randy get it together...She thought to herself as the zombies came at him and he took a breath backing up and firing at the zombies as they came at him. He hit one with five rounds in the chest and a sixth round in the face. He would have shot it again but he went dry. He struggled with one of them grappling as he had tried to reload and it had taken the opportunity to grab him and attempt to bite him. Claire ran up to him and punched the zombie hitting it with a hard left and it was knocked to the ground from her hit. He briefly smiled shakily and said, "Thanks...!"

One of the officers who had been escorting them was firing at the zombies trying to make a dent in them but one of the carriers flanked him and zapped the officer from behind with a cattle prod. He cried out and dropped to his knees as they gave out from the electrical surge going through his body. He collapsed and as he struggled to get up a zombie from behind, this one, an older balding man, grabbed him and bit into him neck from the back. He screamed and the zombies he had wounded also joined in.

The last several missions Claire had handled, she had seen the aftermath of bio terrorist attacks but had not seen the terror itself. Sure, she had seen some of the corpses of zombies and even some human hosts that had the Plagas variants in their body and sure she had even killed a few and in some ways they were more terrifying than zombies because they were hostile and possessed and like the zombies not really themselves but otherwise human since they could operate vehicles and use weapons.

But this? She had never heard of or seen zombies that were capable of wielding weapons. As Sherry and Jake teamed up on a pack of zombies, Claire saw a five man pack attacking one man, a civilian who had been a morbidly obese male of Italian American descent was being stabbed by them and eaten at the same time. The carriers were cutting out his stomach and the fat and the muscle and feasting on it while still stabbing. His screams were almost non human. More like some horrible alarm on a police car in Europe.

The young man that Sherry was with, Jake, looked at Claire then back at the man with both pity and disgust as he was still barely alive but suffering. He had a reluctant gesture in his body language but he aimed his pistol at the guy and shot him in the forehead. It had ended his suffering.

It probably would have seemed cruel to a lot of people but this Jake kid came from another country and had probably seen things like this all his life. He couldn't have been much older than twenty two at most but he had the eyes of somebody much older than that.

Still the zombies feasted on the corpse in the same manner. Jake fired hitting one of them in the temple. He shot another in the neck but the bullet hit it in the spinal cord. Officer Kim and Claire joined in firing upon the last three. As the corpses dropped now full of bloody holes, Officer Kim looked at them in disgust. "What the hell kind of zombies brings their own silverware to the table?"

The sarcastic manner and the pun in what he said would have made Claire laugh at any other time besides now. She simply replied flatly, "Easier access to meat I guess," The BSAA agent Grant was firing at as many of the zombies as he could too. He pulled the pin on a frag and lobbed it at the zombies. The blast killed five of them. The train came and he and the National Guard grunts helped get the rest of the civilians on the train. Jimmy turned to Victor and said, "You coming man? We should get the hell outta here!"

Victor shook his head. "I'm not running. This is our home. This infection is bad but it gives us a unique opportunity to serve some long awaited justice. I aint letting the government or the infected take this city. I'm gonna stay and fight for what's ours. You get on that train if you want, take your girlfriend too but we're staying."

Claire noticed that the woman with the Aztlan tattoo nodded. "Si mon. We're gonna stay here too. I don't know what's going to happen but if we leave this city and enough people leave, they'll just neutralize the city. They may have covered up what they did in Raccoon City but they aint gonna cover up what happened in Tall Oaks. I know what the government did to that town too. I'm not trusting NYC or any other city in Uncle Sam's hands or Umbrella's."

Claire wondered how that woman knew about it. Tashini looked like she wanted to leave but was torn between what was being said and the ride to safety. Claire's attention went back to the zombies as there was still more coming. She spotted Brenda being attacked by three of them. She felt her heart skip a beat. She had been with that woman all night trying to help her out.

She screamed and shoved the zombie, a man in an AC-DC T shirt back. She fired a shot in his right eye and the man went down. Claire in both panic and anger, fired at the other one that bit her shooting it twice in the back of the left leg. It fell on one knee and she kicked it and as it sprawled over face down she brought her foot down on its head and did this again and again until a pool of blood formed around its head.

She turned to the red haired woman. "Brenda..." The woman was in tears as she bled from her neck wound. "Why me?" She asked and just like that, she put the gun to her head, and pulled the trigger. Randy shouted, "No!" He tearfully reloaded his handgun and began firing on a duo of zombies shooting for their bodies rather than their heads. "You motherfuckers!" He shouted in a rage.

Two bodies fell in a poor of their own blood. Not all of the survivors had made it onto that train at least a third of them had been let behind and even though they were just a handful, they were not armed unlike some of the survivors who had makeshift weapons. Tashini handed one of them her pocket knife, a Muslim lady who looked scared to death. "Use this!" The woman took the knife and did as she said, defending herself from a nearby zombie.

Peter stopped firing. "Hold on a second," The cop had shouted an he listened very hard. "You guys hear that? I hear a guitar!" He began to run that way toward the sound and the cop Reese followed him. Claire was curious about that sound. She ran after them. There stood a man just standing there with an Ipod speaker. The zombies seemed oblivious to him. Reese shouted, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" He aimed at the guy.

The man addressed him. "Just doing my job, officer. Just like you. All though there isn't much of a police department left for you to do even that. Then again, the fact that they didn't give you a car says you didn't mean much to them in the first place."

Reese snapped, "Hey fuck you, asshole! You know you just got these people killed? I can still arrest you or I can shoot you in the face right now! Keep your hands where I can see them!" Him and Officer Kim came in on the man. The guy reached in his pockets and Reese, clearly being a hot head fired a shot hitting the man in the abdomen. Peter moved his hand for his gun telling him, "Whoa whoa! What the hell is wrong with you? You should have shot him in the leg not the abdomen!"

The man chuckled. "Not a problem officers. At least not as much of a problem as you got on your hands," He then started to walk toward the two cops who fired each two rounds at him but he dodged it in a flash. "Missed me!" He said from behind them. "Now I gotta kiss you."

He punched Officer Kim in the stomach and sent him flying against a train that was not working. The other officer fired five times and he dodged every bullet in a couple of high speed flips. Officer Kim had hit his head and was bleeding. Randy and Claire came after the man. Randy fired his magazine at the man and hit him with one shot in the leg missing the rest as the man moved at super human speed.

He tackled them both knocking Claire to the ground. He gave her a kick in the side. Randy reloaded but the man was already on him. He knocked his gun away. He then jabbed Randy in the side of the face. The man flailed in a feeble attempt to defend himself.

Claire tried to get up but the man in the skull mask pinned her shoulder to the floor with his foot. "Going somewhere, hot stuff?" She tried to get her pistol but he kicked it out of reach. "No, sorry babe. You don't bring a gun to a fist fight."

Randy rushed at him swinging in a surprising fury. He hit the man with three blows to the jaw. He hit him with another and actually managed to knock the mask from his face. The bike cop tried to shoot again but the man sped out of the way of one of Randy's swings and took the gun from Reese and dismantled the piece in the blink of an eye taking it apart. He kicked the man and sent him flying against a wall. The man got a compound fracture in his leg as he hit it. He screamed in agony but the virus pumped human quickly gave him a kick to the face.

He did, however put something under the police man. "A little get better present for when you wake up," Though he had done this, nobody had seen him slip anything to the downed officer. They had just seen him knock him out.

Claire got to her feet while he was distracted and grabbed the gun firing at the man. He had reddish hair cut very short not so different from Jake's. Jake joined in on the shooting and then so did Sherry as Jake exclaimed, "That's Grim! That's the son of a bitch that started the virus in this city!"

Grim dodged Claire's bullets but took a few from Sherry or Jake she couldn't tell it was too quick. He sped up and hit Jake in the face sending him sprawling. He then choke slammed Sherry to the floor. Claire fired a shot aiming for his back, his spine but due to his swift movement, though she hit him, she got his left arm instead. He sped up to her and rammed her sending her sliding. Claire cried out in pain and she saw that at the speed she was going she was about to hit her head on one of the benches but she managed to roll out of the way of that and come up on her feet.

Meanwhile, Randy continued trying to punch him since he couldn't get to his gun. Grim laughed. "You really think you're going to do anything with a weak little arm like that? I'm super charged, amigo! I have the blood of a God pouring through my veins. Sherry got to her feet as Claire helped her up and then Sherry went to help Jake up who insisted he was fine. Officer Kim was clearly unconscious.

Randy's foot was caught by Grim, the alleged bio terrorist and he swung him around in a super speed that almost made both of thm a blur and he sent him flying against a wall on the other side of the tracks. He rushed over, to where Randy was and put a boot on his chest The man had broken ribs. "I can tell you got a thing for miss hot stuff there. Too bad you aint man enough to protect her!"

He stomped on his chest making the injury worse and Randy coughed up blood all over his lab coat. "Fuck...," He groaned. Claire got to the other side of the tracks and she fired at Grim. He dodged her once again. "Back for more?" He mocked and began dodging her bullets. She hadn't even seen what his face looked like yet. That's how fast he is. She realized in horror.

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her saying, "Sorry to pull you two apart but I really have things to do here!" Just then several rounds went into him from behind as Kevin Grant fired into him from behind. He dropped Claire and dodged the next stream of rounds. He ran up a wall as the man fired at him dodging the rounds in the process. He landed at Agent Grant's side and gave him a punch in the back.

The agent flew forward lying flat on his face. Just then he cried out in pain. Electricity surged around his body as the other BSAAA agent with Grant, the pretty dark haired woman fired a grenade launcher. She had used electric rounds on him and it had actually brought him to his knees. Grim scowled. "You're dead, bitch!" She fired again and this time he fell down and she hit him with one more loading up and firing. She approached with caution and took his pulse. "He's alive but he's out like a light. Anybody else would have been toast from three of these!"

Jake, Sherry and a couple of others gathered around the fallen bio terrorist. Agent Grant got off the floor wiping the blood from his chin. "Yep. That's Grim all right! We've been after him for a long time. Lost a lot of good soldiers cause of this asshole! Never had the pleasure of seeing his face though."

Claire took her gun and went in close to see what he looked like. He had a scar on his face and all though he was clearly a grown man, there was something boyish about his features. She looked at him and thought Why does he look familiar?

She looked at his features trying as hard as she could to recognize the man. Then it hit her. The realization. Oh my God...It can't be...is it...? Her thoughts became her words as the name escaped from her lips. "Steve...?!"

Meanwhile...

Alex Wesker observed all that was happening on the monitor. Most of New York City was unaware that he had these surveillance cameras. Not even the police or the city planning or anyone important like that knew. He had called Jake Wesker not ten minutes ago and now everything in the message he One of the doctors with him, a man named Calvin Gold, was with him. "Sir...um...if you don't mind me asking, what exactly is your relationship with Sheva Alomar?"

He did not look at the scrawny man but he said, "When I was young, Sheva Alomar stayed at my parents house. Hers had been killed. There was a lot of us though. A big family in such a small house. Then one day she ran off. I never knew why she did. So some time later I went looking for her. It was two years later actually. I was young myself. I would turn sixteen in one month. Except one day the LRA captured me. For a long time, they brainwashed me. I began to believe their Christian fundamentalist propaganda. For almost a year I went on killing sprees until one day, I was taken in my sleep by armed men. They shot those who slept near me."

He reflected on his earlier life. "They asked me if i wanted a way out. They knew that all though I had been a bit older than most of the child soldiers that the LRA recruited, they had made me do things I didn't want to initially. They said they would give me a way out but that I must participate in a series of tests they needed to conduct on children from all over the world."

The scientists nodded realizing what Alex was saying. "Project Wesker," The soul surviving Wesker child nodded.

"Most of them had already been involved in these tests, Albert included. He'd been part of those tests as early as 1977! But when Spencer saw that there was one child who had survived the test trials he was desperate to see if there were more. I was the only one. Sure, there were some that lived for a while but eight years after Albert faked his death, he and I were the last two left. Spencer took us both under his wing but we didn't meet for another two years. When I turned out to be his second, the Wesker Project ceased or at least was put on hold. He knew over time there would be more humans for him to pick through and dispose of."

It was true. Alex Wesker had met with Spencer for the first time in 1996 the same year Albert had joined the S.T.A.R.S. team. He had been the youngest researcher there as well as the youngest Wesker child as he had become a researcher there at seventeen. And from what he'd found out from what Wesker reported f the S.T.A.R.S. members in the RPD, most found it remarkable that Rebecca Chambers had been a member of Bravo Team at her age of eighteen. Though his own genius was greater than hers despite being younger, it was not recognized at least not at the time.

He looked at the doctor and removed his own sunglasses. He then crushed them in his hand. "I'm not like Albert in every way. For one thing, I never understood why he even tried to hide the fact that he was unique and no longer human? I only kept this because it was the only object of his besides his DNA that was left after he was murdered. I also don't share quite the same dream as him. He wanted to wipe out everybody who did not have the same DNA we did. My goal is a lot less extreme."

He stared into the doctor's eyes with his own gold colored eyes to shed any illusion that he was human. He was a God in the making but unlike Albert, was aware he was not immortal. Yet...He thought. "I want to simply establish our place at the top of the food chain but we can't very well be gods of a new world if we wipe out all but a few, now can we?" Doctor Gold was indeed nervous and he just cleared his throat. "I um...have no opinion either way sir."

Alex grinned. "What are you afraid of, my friend? I am not a monster. I am not human but I am no monster either. If you disagree, feel free to speak your mind," He stammered, "Um...well...just how would you suggest we do that? I mean...what would you do different from Albert?"

Alex explained, "I would give people the option of being tested and seeing if they indeed have the DNA needed. If indeed they do have it, we can make them into the superior new humans. If they do not, there is still hope for them yet. There are a lot of miracles to be discovered in the name of science. Human DNA is delicate. In a sense it is a lot like a nuclear reactor, as the T virus clearly proved. If treaded upon wrong, it all explodes and comes apart but if tweaked just right, they can be molded into something spectacular."

He then held a hand out as he spoke of the opposite choice, "However, if they wish to be in this inferior and painful state that humans are in, not even at the top of the food chain, then they will be meant to serve us. What Albert would have created was destruction everywhere. He had the right ideas but the wrong methods to accomplish this."

He then added, "Those who resisted us, of course would be disposed of but those who realized they were inferior yet had no desire to become like us, could still serve a purpose. To serve us. As the subjects of us Godly men and women. Just like Spencer, I believe there are more than just two children who were worthy. There are many more like myself. But Spencer was a feeble old fool chasing a dream he himself could never realize. I had wondered when Albert would wake up and when he did...he did something even I could not do. He put that old fool out of his misery."

The scientists listened to him but said, "Um...sir isn't that...slavery? What you're talking about?" He chuckled. "No. It is opportunity itself. The definition of slavery is to be forced to serve against your will. This would be by their own choice. They have the right to choose that life, or to try to become one of us or...futile resistance against our cause. Which would be short lived for them. Albert's problem was that he believed he could achieve all of this on his own. He is wrong. It takes an army. It takes a village."

He put a hand on his chin as he thought about this. "You know, Adolf Hitler did not actually have it entirely wrong. He believed in a Master Race. He believed in a group that would excel above all others and that they would rightfully rule. Now he was wrong to assume that it was just something as simplistic as skin color or nationality. There was more than enough blonde haired, blue eyed Germans and Austrians that were failed subjects in Project W. But his theory in itself in its simplest form was right. We are superior, a race of men and women superior to all others. But we are not, mere men. There will come a time when we are not eve merely mortals."

The doctor, himself of Jewish American ancestry,found it not only uncomfortable to hear his employer talking about the ideologies of Hitler, but also strange to hear it coming out of the mouth of a black man from Uganda who by now had only the slightest accent of his homeland after years in the West. At this stage in his life at thirty three years old, it was hardly noticeable.

He wanted to change the subject back to his original question. "So...you were saying on Agent Alomar?"

Alex Wesker held his finger up and said "Just one moment. I will answer you in a second but I must see something..." He turned on the audio and watched what was going on with the situation at Grand Central Station. As instructed, Grim had led the zombies down there. He had a brief battle in which he had taken down a couple of people but had been knocked out of consciousness by one of the agents of the BSAA. He had been unmasked and the woman, Claire Redfield was at his side. She even said his name.

"So she remembers him. Do you think he remembers her?" Dr. Gold asked. Alex replied, "It is unclear. his memory will return to him in bits and pieces so that he will remember but it will take some time before it is complete. He might not remember her yet as that was at the point where his human life stopped. If he did remember her, she would have been his most recent memory from his human life since he died in front of her. It could take a while, hours, days, weeks, for him to remember it all. But fortunately, we do not have to worry about him, being a problem. Though we did take down Albert's 'Wall' in his mind, we still left his safety precaution to make sure Steve does not become a problem. He leans whichever way we want him to. When Albert died, he simply became my responsibility."

Alex, having known the story between Grim's true and old identity and that of the younger Redfield sibling, this put a smile on his face. "What a touching reunion of star gazed lovers..." He said. He observed Jake Muller as well as Sherry Birkin standing there. "Neither Jake nor Steve is aware of who the other person is that killed Albert. I myself did not know that until tonight.I would like that to remain a secret until I have a chance to question her."

He then looked back to Dr. Gold and said, "As for my relation to Sheva Alomar, though she has grown up quite a bit, she is none other than my long lost cousin who I thought was dead. My decision to try to find her effected my fate and made me into what it is today. I must say she is on the wrong side, however."

He made it clear looking at the former White Umbrella employee and current rogue Neo Umbrella scientist, "Because she is related to me, until I give you or anybody else any orders otherwise, she is not to be harmed. I want her alive and brought before me. There is a chance I may let her live. Redfield is mine to deal with he also must be brought to me but for him there will be retribution. So between you, and me and our unexpected visitor, only we know the truth right now. It has been accepted by most that Jill Valentine was the other culprit in Albert's death. This is acceptable. We shall see which of Albert's sons seeks vengeance on her. Though she was not behind it she did aid his murderers and is therefore responsible. By letting either Steve or Jake exact revenge it should give one of them a sense of satisfaction,"

He smiled at the very thought of this only slightly, a mischievous smirk. Sure, just as he planned to do with Chris, he could torture her as well once she got back from Puerto Rico but she had already been fully aware of what had happened to her during her time under Albert's control. Oh yes, she had been Albert's slave in more ways than just doing his dirty work. Though many never knew Albert had a side that most did not know of, Alex knew his brother was a deviant.

Though Jill had not been able to control what she had done, he had it so that she "Willed" to do what he wanted in every sense of the word. Even if her mind had said no, her body and even her mouth had said yes. She had by all looks of it, enjoyed it. She had moaned as though they were lovers. Only Alex himself, and Excella had known of it. Alex, himself had walked in on the two of them as well as Excella watching with an excited look in her eyes as Albert penetrated her every orifice. He knew that deep down, somewhere in her mind, she was still conscious even if the spell bound Jill was enjoying it, even if to both her obedient mind and her normal mind, the sensation of it felt good, she hated it at the same time.

Because she still hated him. This was why it was torture of the greatest sense. So no, she had her fair share of torture for being a thorn in Albert's side and she well deserved it. Even if she was free now, in her sub conscious she would always be a slave to Albert's every will, every whim. Every desire. Even of the carnal sort. Though he considered his older brother an imbecile for wanting to wipe out most of the world, it was that sort of God like power over people, especially one of his mortal enemies, to make her a slave to him, to live for him and die for him, It was that he admired in his brother from another womb.

It would still, be a torture to Chris Redfield if he was forced to watch his partner and quite possibly the love of his life. Oh but if only he could have been there to see the torture of that which Albert subjected her to! To see what Albert had done, how he had shattered her arrogant self righteous moralist attitude! How Redfield would have wept to see Albert indulge in his precious little "Queen" in front of his eyes! It had happened on more than one occasion even. He had heard it through the walls and closed doors and he knew then, that was not the time to disturb his br

When he asked Excella what she thought on the matter back in 2007, when he knew that she had eyes for Albert, she simply smiled at the act itself, showing no solidarity with Jill as a woman, and she smirked and had said, "He is a God, isn't he? They have desires just like humans do but unlike humans, a God has every right to indulge in whatever they wish for!"

Most moralist humans would have resented, even hated Excella for that if they'd known this, if they didn't already but Alex admired that on her part too. She was ambitious and had her eyes set on what she had wanted. She did not let her emotions take control of her mind. Yet sadly, in Albert's eyes, she was not worthy. And yet...here we are... a world without Albert Wesker or Excella Gione.

Because of Redfield...He would break Chris Redfield when he got his hands on him, at least this was the general idea, though he would take as much delight if Jake or Steve killed him though he did not intend for it to happen that way, he would not hold it against his two nephews. I am a merciful God...

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So that's all for this chapter, people! I thought I'd end it on a twist/cliff hanger lol. I hope you enjoyed the ride in the mean time! I wrote what I did of other people's interpretations of Excella especially as far as Grim was concerned because IDK i just see that in her she may have been set on Albert but I could just tell, this girl gets around lol.

As for the twists itself, there you have it! Grim is Steve Burnside. Wesker prophecy fulfilled! Oh and as for Alex, I tried to make him different from other people's views on him, and I thought it'd be interesting if he had some relation to Sheva. What do you think? Is it cool or does it suck? Also in the chapter where Ada thought Leon had died and she was crying over it, do you think that was out of character or no? I need t know these things! I mean ok she kinda did cry in RE 2 she's only human we know she can but she sort of toughened up by 2004.

As for Alex, I figured I'd give a background in the third world and have him been a part of the terrorist group the Lord's Resistance Army. Though I don't agree with the classification of everyone the US has called terrorists, the LRA I agree upon. They are sick motherfuckers. And while I had Sheva end up with the Sudanese People's Liberation Army, I had Alex on opposite sides. I just thought it'd be a nice twist and that I'd make them be unaware of what each other did during their years before their careers and the last time they saw each other.

Also, slightly more sickening revelation about Albert and what he did to poor Jill during her time under his control but I wanted to make him as hate able as possible and to have Alex admire that in him that he had that kind of control in every sense would then make Alex more easy to hate. Plus Excella for turning a blind eye and even watching. Oh and that was one way I did want to have Alex be somewhat different from his brother was his view on how to change the world rather than wipe it out like Albert would.

Am i doing a good job portraying the canon characters? I hope so! If there's anything i can improve on let me know. Please read and review but no flames!

Oh and i almost forgot to mention, so glad i had a tender moment between Sherry and Jake? Since Chris/Sheva fans call it Creva, Ada Leon= Aeon I decided Sherry and Jake = Shake! xd. I talked to Rain Fox about that a little should it be Jerry or Shake and she said both were funny but i think Shake was the better of the two lol

ok so I'll try to get this updated ASAP in the mean time, enjoy!

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