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?

11. Don't Fear The Reaper

I thought I'd just jump right back into it I mean why wait? The longer I take the harder it will be to get the next chapter going, right? OK, so onto the next one.

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All our times have come
Here, but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby

Don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand
Don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly
Don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man

-Blue Oyster Cult.

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Carlos

It had not taken them long to find some explosives they could use at the lab. They had it all set in place in all the key parts and were ready to go. "Okay, that should be good enough, Carlos. Let's just hope your friends in the BSAA will be good on their word to take out that Family base. I mean I know they're supposed to be a UN funded group but well...the U.S. has had a lot of sway in what is supposed to be a world wide deciding factor. Plus, you did say the Family had influence all over the globe, right?"

Carlos nodded. "I know. They've probably co-opted a lot of BSAA agents. That's what I was saying to Barry about Tricell too. They were major funders for the BSAA but they just turned out to be one of the bad guys. That, as much as anything else, is part of why I aint so sure I can trust the BSAA anymore. I mean I know Chris and Jill's intentions were good but what can you really do when you've been funded by an organization that was more or less in bed with Umbrella?"

Miguel shrugged. "Don't know, but I've set this thing for...three minutes. That's still enough time for us to get out of here. I just figure the sooner the better," As they began to run to the exit, Miguel added, "I really hope this woks, man!" The hardest part was getting back through the crawl space, Carlos, hoping that would not hold them up long enough to get them killed. He climbed the ladder as fast as he could."

Once they were top side they ran more making sure to get clear. "You sure you rigged it with enough explosives, Carlos? I just don't want all that to have been for nothing," Carlos assured him, "I know what I'm doing. I honestly thought that crawl space was going to screw us up for a minute. What with the timer you set and all."

Miguel shrugged. "I just wanted it to be just enough time for us to get out of there but not enough for Neo Umbrella or anybody else who may be watching to do anything about it."

Carlos tapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I've gotten out of a building that was about to go up with a lot less time than that. I should really tell you about what Raccoon City was like when this is all over,"

Finally the blast did come and it was loud and it made both of them fall back but there was no injury. It was just the wave of force from the blast. "For the record, I thought you made a good point about Tricell. The BSAA really can't be completely trustworthy if they were founded by Tricell like you said, right?"

Carlos had almost forgot that he had told the youth that. "I know Chris and Jill will still stand up for what's right even if I don't see eye to eye on them with everything. They're not the ones you have to worry about and I gotta say they were there from the start they founded it. Them and nine other people. I was just the first to join their South America branch. I know this was all supposed to be an infiltration and everything Miguel but Tu sabes, my heart really is with La Causa. Even when I joined the U.B.C.S. my heart was still home in the struggle."

Miguel asked him, "Where exactly is home? In Columbia I mean? You from Bogota? Sorry if I already asked you before when you first joined up. I forget a lot specially now lately with so much going on,"

Carlos shook his head. "No. i'm from a town called Mixcoatl. It was actually infected with the virus a few years after I joined the U.B.C.S. A dictator ran that place but the U.S. government took him out. Still, I've had to go home a couple of times because even after the CIA or whoever killed him tried to stop him, there were more Bioweapons sold on the black market there. A few dealers from Rio that used to be with White Umbrella I think. They got the area infected all over again and that was one of my first missions."

He sighed and said, "Even if I hadn't fought the government back home growing up I think I would still understand why you became involved with the cause here. It's never easy watching people suffer. That;s why I couldn't stay in the BSAA. Knowing I couldn't always intervene when I saw something happen. I don't want to be an agent or a soldier. They just do what they're told. They're never taught to think for themselves. We're not soldados of the revolution, you and me. We're warriors. We do what we know is right. Now what we are told."

Just then, there was an explosion in the distance. Miguel was alert and wondered, "Do you think that's the water treatment plant?" Carlos wasn't sure. "Only way to find out. Load up!" They began to head in that direction. The sound of gunfire was strong in that area.

The spotted Marines engaging members of the ALF. There was also more CIA death squads taking part in the battle trying to flank ALF rebels from behind as the soldiers assaulted from the front. Though they resisted and three soldiers went down, at least twice that number of ALF warriors went down. Carlos spotted Armando and Paula shooting from cover as some Marines had them pinned down. Carlos did not hesitate this time. He aimed his AK down about thirty yards to where they were and he fired hitting three of the five Marines attempting to kill them and he had killed two and wounded the third.

Miguel had his M-16 variant setting modified into shotgun mode which most M-16 prototypes were able to do. He fired and hit one of the other soldiers, an African American female in the arm and the round tore the limp up as it hit her. The remaining pellets did not get through her vest but with an injury like that it didn't matter. The other Marine, a red faced white guy with a shaved head and cold blue eyes turned his fire on them yelling, "You son of a bitch!" As they came at him but he took some rounds in the back from Paula, the Zapatista and Armando.

Miguel fired a shot to his head and the guy's face disappeared in a flash of ugly red dismemberment as it was blown into bloody chunks of pieces, a chunk of skull protruding from his forehead and bouncing on the ground. "Están tratando de llevar a cabo todos nuestros líderes! Nos tendieron una emboscada. No nos paramos en la oportunidad! Yo y Paula apenas salí con nuestras vidas!" Yelled Armando as he fired to the north east at some other attacking soldiers.

(They're trying to take out all of our leaders! They ambushed us. We didn't stand a chance! Me and Paula barely got out with our lives!)

Carlos reloaded once again and said, "Tiene que ser esa serpiente Pedro quien los trajo hasta aquí. Es un miembro de la Agencia Central de Inteligencia! Él era el topo todo el tiempo. De todos modos, nos libramos de esa base que estaba creando los caníbales, pero ahora necesitamos la BSAA que hacer su parte."

(It's got to be that snake Pedro who led them here. He's a member of the Central Intelligence Agency! He was the mole the entire time. Anyway, we got rid of that base that was creating the cannibals but now we need the BSAA to do their part.)

Armando and Carlos both fired, Carlos drawing a bead on two wounded Marines trying to get to cover. He fired a storm of rounds, about twenty in all into their backs. Seeing as they were already wounded he had either just killed them or wounded them even more.

"Los gringos? No confío en ellos. Podrían estar en con ellos también. Sé que confía en ellos, Carlos, pero no tenemos el mismo pasado con ellos! Para nosotros, no hay manera de saber con seguridad que no son contrarrevolucionarios!" Armando shouted over the gunfire.

(The gringos? I don't trust them. They could be in with them too. I know you trust them, Carlos but we don't have the same past with them! To us, there's no way to know for sure they're not counter revolutionaries!)

Meanwhile, Paula had retrieved a Sniper Rifle from a dead marine, and was climbing onto a roof top of what was a gas station on fire having been blown up, possibly from the fire fight. Luckily all though the interior was ablaze, and anybody who may have been inside was cooked, she could still get on the roof from the back. She began covering them. She fired a shot hitting a Marine just below his right eye. The explosion of blood and tissue being torn away by the high velocity round killed the man instantly.

Carlos spotted a squad coming at them but taking cover as they advanced. One of the soldiers, a female with short dark hair shouted, "Cody, we have nine tangos at three o'clock!" A lean Caucasian male with a tattooed arm, likely exposed as he had ripped the cloth to bind up a team members wounds shouted back, "Private Judd get the fuck to cover! Roger on your last! Check your fire, shoot only if you have a shot. We're going to need to hold out here until we get more ammo."

Carlos pulled the pin on a frag grenade. Oh no you don't...he thought as he lobbed it at the Sergeant. "Grenade! Fire in the hole! Get to..." Somebody yelled but was caught off by the blast. The soldier who'd been hit, a white male with thick red facial hair was sent up into the air by the blast and Carlos saw his left leg fly away from him as though he were merely a puzzle that had been put together by God and Carlos was a child who'd just torn it apart. Only this was not child's play. The blast also caught a man, a guy who Carlos thought was Native American, and the woman with short hair in its radius. Both were wounded by the blast.

Their commanding officer yelled, "Corpsman! We need some help! Reggie, where the fuck is Duncan and that asshole Sanders with that goddamn medical kit? We got two more down! Just hang on guys...you're going to be okay!" Armando was attaching a GP25 to his AK-74. "Diga adiós puta. Usted y el coco y el sargento." (Say goodbye bitch. You and the coconut and the sergeant)

Armando, Carlos knew, was referring to the Native man as a traitor to his people by calling him a coconut. He fired off a round at them all. The man was sent flying back by the blast, killed instantly by the shrapnel and the explosion itself. There were pieces of it stuck in his bloodied black hair as his eyes went blank.

The woman screamed at the top of her lungs as her right arm was blown off. The Sgt was wounded too taking some shrapnel in the left shoulder but he was not willing to go down just yet. "Fuck! They got Judd and Fox! Somebody get Sanders and Duncan here!" The man he had been yelling to came to his aid, an African American man in his twenties or possibly even his thirties.

Reggie said, "Duncan's down, boss! i thought you knew that! Hang in there, Sanders should still be out there somewhere!" He yelled to a private and said, "Yo Rookie! Go get the corpsman down here ASAP! We got wounded men over here in need of medical attention!" From what Carlos could see from his stripes, this man was a sergeant too but the other guy was a higher rank of Sarge than he was.

A woman named Rosana Ortega, a local woman who was a fine mix of Native American, Spanish European and West African ancestry, yet had still sided with the ALF, was drawing a bead on the two men. She was about to fire when she was hit by rounds from behind but luckily was wounded and not killed. The dark skinned woman fell to the ground as bullets had hit her in the right side and the left hip. They were being hit from behind just as the other ALF brothers and sisters had been when the CIA had tried to sandwich them between their hit squads and the soldiers.

Carlos fired back at them hitting one of the agents in the chest. The man went down but the vest protected him. Carlos fired head shots at two of the CIA gunmen and he sent a round through one man's jugular. The man made a croaking noise as he fell clutching his bleeding wound uselessly. Carlos aimed a head shot at another agent and fired off a burst. He hit the man's helmet and one slug did pierce his left ear. The man went down. He could cope with head shots but he knew this was also a problem too because he would not always be able to aim for a head shot without being shot himself.

"¿Aún tenemos ninguna de esas rondas perforantes de blindaje? Estos hombres se excavan en bastante buena y no están dejando para arriba!"

(Do we still have any of those armor piercing rounds? These men are dug in pretty good and they aren't letting up!)

Carlos was told by Paula, "Aquí! Tomé lo que pude en el escondite cuando empezaron a tendernos una emboscada!" As she handed him some magazines, sliding them to him. He finished the rest of the mag he already had firing it into a guy's chest. The man went reloaded and aimed at the same man as he was getting to his feet. He fired rounds into the same spot. The man cried out and staggered as nine rounds hit him in the stomach riddling him and a few bullets got him in the kidneys.

Miguel fired after the two Marines trying to get away. He hit the black guy in the back but the armor protected him yet he managed to wound the already wounded Sergeant even more as few rounds hit him in the right shoulder. The guy cried out. They managed to get to cover before he could pursue them any further. Just then they hear another loud explosion. Carlos was not sure yet if it was an air strike or something else.

Miguel was still pursuing the two Marines. He got around a corner and aimed at the back of the head of the Sergeant. Carlos did not know why he was insisting on gunning the bastard down. Just then a red headed woman ran at him and yelled, "No!" She tried to wrestle the weapon from his arms but he shoved her back. "Hands where I can see them!" He growled. "Get out of my way!" It was the same woman who had patched Carlos up.

Her eyes were bright and blue in the beam of the flashlight attached to his Rifle. "If you want to kill every other Marine here, then go ahead but let that one go. I saved your friend. Please..." Miguel gritted his teeth, "That motherfucker is one of them. He's slaughtering our people trying to crush our resistance. Why shouldn't he die?"

She explained, "He's saved my life in the past.. Just please hear me out. We're not here to intervene," Carlos finished off two wounded soldiers at his feet as Armando and Paula engaged the CIA hit squad. Carlos turned away as three ALF warriors, two men and a woman fell to the ground clutching bloody wounds as a CIA agent shot them from fifty yards away.

Carlos fired, peppering rounds at some of the agents. More Marines were coming after them and one of them yelled, "Let's get another Eagle ready to fly! These tangos need to be put down!" Miguel reunited with his sister as the BSAA was there. "Hermana! Glad to see you held up your end," She hugged him and he winced in pain. "Ahhhh! Careful pendeja! I got shot, remember? Didn't Redfield tell you that?"

She smiled, "Aye whatever you say, Miguel. I'm glad to see you guys made it. Did you blow up the base?" He nodded. "Yes and I saw you guys blew up the treatment plant but that unfortunately leaves the town shit out of luck as far as water goes. Then again, I doubt any of these jar heads give a shit about that! They only value lives if they're American."

She said, "Mijo that's not true an don't you remember? Puerto Rico is is part of the USA. Remember? It has been since 1898." He shook his head. "No, Natalie. It's not. Even the name Puerto Rico isn't the name of this place. Do you know why we refer to ourselves as boricua and borincano? Because it derives from the Taino name of this island. Borinquen. It means Land Of The Valiant Lords. That name was around long before America, which came from Amerigo Vespucci, a colonizer, and Puerto Rico. The Spaniards named this island Rich Port because of the nature of their greed."

Luckily their immediate area was peaceful enough to be having this conversation but he and the woman walked as they talked. Carlos covered them with rounds and thought to himself that he was glad the kid had done his fair share of reading up on the history and was proud to be Taino. The thing Christopher Columbus and other Europeans like him had tried to destroy 521 years ago.

All though Miguel was still a Catholic it was likely because just like many Native Americans, he had never had the faith of his tribe taught to him. Much like Carlos's people back home, the Spaniards had tried to force Christianity and to assimilate the Indigenous and brainwash them into believing they were Latino when they were not. He was a slow learner in that sense as far as spirituality went but at least he was learning. I don't want you to think exactly like me, I just want you to think...

Miguel said, "Look, Natalie, I have to go. I'll see you again some day down the line," She grabbed his arm, "What will I tell the familia? That you're down here in a rogue army playing Che Guevera? You could get killed!"

He responded, "So could you. Look sis I don't expect you to join us in the fight but I want you to understand why I have to fight and I hope you realize that what we're doing here, what we're doing in the Americas is the right thing to do in world full of unnatural creatures like those things I shot earlier, and pollution by big corporate oil companies."

They hugged and he told her, "I have to go," He joined Carlos.

He fired at a retreating marine and hit the man in the back with seven man coughed up blood and tried to bring his sidearm up. "Fucking spics...we're Marines! You won't be able to secede from us...you're a tiny ant against an eagle..."

Carlos fired a burst between his eyes. "This ant is a fire ant and he's got one hell of a bite," Carlos spat. Carlos approached Chris, who was engaging three zombies. He approached the man as he finished them with head shots. Chris turned the smoking Sig on him and then said, "Jesus! Don't sneak up on me like that. I could have shot you! What do you want?"

Carlos told him, "We took care of the Neo Umbrella base. I may not be BSAA anymore but my word is still my word. We ALF warriors don't often give our word but when we do we mean it. I take it you guys kept yours, right?" Chris nodded. "It's done. While we didn't get rid of all the B.O.W's, we at least made sure they won't be creating anymore from the water supply or the Neo Umbrella research facility. We'll need to get as many of these people evacuated as we can. They're going to air bomb this town until they can be sure the threat is over. I'm sorry Carlos but it's the best they can do without using a missile."

Carlos grabbed the man by the collar and gritted his teeth. In the past he'd suspected that Redfield could probably kick his ass based on the way Jill talked about him like he was Superman but now he didn't give a shit. "That's just as much of a death sentence! If this was in whatever middle class neighborhood you grew up in, they'd be air lifting you out of there, right?"

Chris gently but firmly removed his hands from his collar and told him, "We may not be friends, Carlos but I'm not your enemy either. Now we can get those civilians out of here. And we will. We still got just under twenty four hours to route all the Bioweapons in the town. Jill would never forgive me if I didn't at least give you a warning. While we won't be interfering in your war, we can't give you an escort out of here either. You'll all have to mount up in vehicles and get a safe distance from the blast zone. Maybe head to San Juan."

Carlos exhaled and calmed down. Jill approached him. "They shouldn't start doing their air strikes until the time is up. We'll do what we can till then to get this place cleaned up. Maybe, if we can get rid of all of them there won't be any need for an air strike but HQ may not listen. They didn't take any prisoners in Lanshiang either."

Just then, several shots rang out. Miguel was hit in the back and as he fell, he caught a few in the abdomen as well. Pedro was firing at him. That bastard was back! Natalie saw this and screamed, "No!" Carlos cursed, "Shit, Miguel!" He ran toward them and Jill and Chris followed him. Natalie tackled Pedro as he had his gun aimed for the critically wounded ALF members head. They wrestled for control of the gun. It discharged a few times.

Natalie managed to get the gun out of his grip but she too lost it and it flew away from them Pedro grabbed her and threw a punch into her abdomen. She grabbed his arm and brought an elbow down on his arm and she drop kicked him in the stomach. "Hijo de puta! That was mi hermano!" She punched him in the side of the face and did a following roundhouse.

Pedro fell back wiping blood from his lip. For the first time he spoke English. "He was a threat to the state. He had to be dealt with. Do you know who we are, mija? This is bigger than you. Bigger than all of you. Bigger than the BSAA. You do not want to be on our bad side. We have control over things you wouldn't imagine," He spoke with a thick accent. With that he lunged at her driving his knee into her side and he hit her with a few low jabs to the side. She wrapped her legs around his head and pulled him to the ground and slammed him.

She kicked him in the chest as they landed and she pounced upon his chest punching him. "You motherfucker! I'll kill you!" She screamed in rage. She hit him at least five times. He growled and forced her off kicking her off him and he jumped at her punching her in the side of the face and he body slammed her.

They exchanged blows, he on top she on bottom and his nails raked her cheek. She cried out and he punched her in the already bleeding cheek. "By helping him, you can become an enemy of the state," He hissed. "Do you want that?"

She growled, "Nobody shoots my flesh and blood. You're going down even if I have to die to take you down, cabron!" She kicked him in the stomach as she got up and he caught her foot. He drove his elbow into her chest and knocked the wind out of her. "Callete, puta!" He yelled and hit her in the face and kicked her in the side. As she fell, he kicked her in the small of her back. He tried to ax kick her but she caught his foot and kicked his other foot out from under him. They exchanged punches and kicks, both bleeding now.

Carlos took cover as the agents opened fire at him. He was pinned down. "Chinga tu madre, pendejo! You're in the wrong!" He shouted as he fired. He blindly fired from the side and several rounds hit a soldier in the side of his right leg. Jill and Chris aimed their weapons at some soldiers aiming at Carlos " BSAA! Drop your weapons!He's one of us!" Jill yelled. "He's with the BSAA! He infiltrated them and he found out they weren't involved in the Bio Terrorism. It's coming from some other source!"

One of the Marines, a cross looking Italian American said, "Lady, right now that doesn't matter. You'd better drop your weapon! This is still American soil. We're trying to put down these insurgents!" Chris demanded, "Did you just hear a word she said? They aren't terrorists! They're freedom fighters! I met one of them. They're not that bad!"

Another Marine, an Asian American man with a mean looking face yelled, "Both of you I'm giving you till the count of three to drop the weapons or we will engage you as hostiles! One...two..." Chris seemed to snap a bit inside and he fired his H&K at them bringing five down. He quickly fired head shots to finish the downed Marines. He didn't have time to waste. "Three, " He growled.

The man who had initially started the count down had been knee capped. "Son of a bitch...you're no better than a terrorist..."Chris fired the last of the mag into his right eyebrow. A blood spurted all over Chris gritted his teeth, "I'm looking at a terrorist right now,"

Some CIA agents saw what was happening and began to open fire on them as well. Chris, Rebecca, Jill, Sheva, and Josh were taking cover. Meanwhile, Natalie and Pedro were continuing to fight, he biting her left hand hard causing it to bleed. She shrieked and he boxed her left ear coming at her with another blow to the side of the face. She drove her knee into his stomach and hit him with a right hook. She hit him but he caught her hand as she did and he spun her around and began punching her swiftly in the back of the head using martial arts combat moves.

Within a few seconds, she was on the ground the blood from her lip dripping down to the dirt as he kicked her in the side. He grabbed the brunette by the hair and continued punching her. He grabbed her after four blows attempting to break her neck but she head butted him ramming her head back into him. She broke his nose and stumbled. She drove her elbow into his chest and she stomped his left foot. She spun around snarling and punched him in the face. First with a right and then a left.

She drove her knee into his crotch and he cried out. She focused remembering her own hand to hand training and did a combo of punches and kicks to the man's chest, face, stomach and sternum. She then kicked his right knee in and as the popping of cartilage sounded off in the air, she kicked him in the side and floored him with two more jabs to the side of the face. She then wrapped her legs around his head and began to choke him out that way.

He gasped for air and finally passed out. She wanted to snap his neck but she wanted to tend to her brother. She removed the weapon he'd been using and tossed it away from them. "I'm going to do this by the book..." She spat. "As much as I wanted to break your neck, I'm going to bring you in. You're going to be tried as a traitor to the United States and as a bio terrorist before a world court."

She panted brushing her face wounds off, catching her breath. She could see her team mates were engaged in battle with the CIA and the Marines. What had happened? She readied her weapon and collected her gear to get read to assist, Chris, Jill and the others from her team who were now being pinned down as the military fired on them. She tried to find her own medical pack to see how she could help her fallen brother.

She didn't notice Pedro getting up and removing a combat knife from his boot. Miguel was hurting bad but he still could move and still had to look after his hermana.

He aimed down his sights at the beaten up CIA agent. The man was just about on his sister. Miguel wasted no time. He fired off every last shot in the pistol he'd picked up from a dead Marine. The shots hit Pedro, some in his armor but two shots hit him in the neck one in the side, the other in the front of it by the Adams apple. He went down, croaking as blood sprayed from the entry wounds. Natalie spun to see this and gasped and she ran toward him, "Miguel!"

She ran up to him and got her first aid spray ready, tears in her eyes. "Espera, hermanito! Voy a conseguirte ayuda sólo será fuerte."

(Hang on, baby brother! I'm going to get you some help just be strong. )

He coughed up blood. "I don't think so sis...I think my numbers's up. This feels worse than when I got shot earlier...just...tell mamita I love her...and take care of yourself...and remember...we're not the bad guys...Carlos...is not a bad guy...we're just trying to make a difference. Same as you."

She held her little brother in her arms. Carlos saw that Miguel had gone down but was trying to hold off the Americans trying to advance on them. He pulled out the last two grenades he had and ripped the pins out with his teeth and tossed them at the agents in cover trying to use brick walls for cover. He knew they were more used to killing hostiles more easily than this was for them. Normally they'd smash into a room, fire well aimed head shots and that would be another national security issue solved.

Carlos chucked them at the four agents trying to kill the BSAA agents now because they had tried to back up Miguel and Carlos. The explosions sent two of them slamming into another wall. One man had his head blown off with it still in his helmet, a woman lost her right arm and left leg, one man was on fire sent smacking into the brick wall and was still ablaze, his right hand blasted off.

The fourth man had lost his arms and his legs. He bled to death pretty quickly. Carlos risked being hit as Marines fired on him from a distance. Rebecca returned fire at them with her SMG and yelled, "Hold your fire! We're not here to take sides in this!" However, the soldiers did not heed her warning and fired at the smaller woman forcing her into cover as rounds narrowly missed her face.

Carlos got beside Miguel. "Quédate conmigo, Miguel! Todo va a salir bien!" ( Stay with me, Miguel! It's going to be alright!)

Carlos tried to get a first aid spray to use on his wounds. Miguel had taken several sots up and down his abdomen. "Shit! This looks pretty bad... Hang on...I'm doing what I can bro..." He sprayed it on the wounds getting some gauze out from his back pack trying to make a makeshift bandage from what little resources he had. Miguel cried out in pain. "Ahhh! That hurts...no more Carlos...Just let me be, man...keep on fighting the good fight..."

Carlos shook his head. "There's got to be more we can do! I think he has internal bleeding. Natalie, do you have any green herbs? I can maybe mix up some tablets that might slow it down till we can get him to a hospital."

She shook her head, the normally tough woman in tears. "No...all I have is first aid cans same as you...,"

Chris managed to get to his side too as did Sheva and Jill. Miguel looked up at Chris. "Hey...you bought me a little time before...man. Guess all Yankees aint bad. But...I guess I was meant to die today...thanks for buying me enough time to see my sister again though. ..."

He began coughing violently hacking up blood. He stopped and then exhaled and he closed his eyes and his chest stopped heaving, stopped moving. Carlos remembered he had an adrenaline shot. Natalie began crying burying her face next to her brothers hair. "Mijo noooooooo...!" She wailed. Carlos tried to do CPR on Miguel. He gave him the kiss of life and then did the chest compression. "Come on, Miguel! Come on!" He yelled, getting more frustrated as he failed to resuscitate the young boy.

More CIA death squads and Marines were closing in on them but one ALF member, a man who couldn't have been much older than Miguel had been, fired an RPG, and sent them scattering, some to find cover, others literally scattering as the blast dismembered them. Barry and the rest of Alpha team held them off and Rebecca came over to help too. She got out some defibrillators and asked Carlos, "I'm going to try this first, Carlos do you know how to use that shot?"

Carlos nodded. "Yes, I've had a lot of experience. You go ahead first. We'll try this if that doesn't work, " The red head nodded and said, "You can try but if this won't work I'm not sure there's much else we can do."

She then said, "Clear!" And she began to try to bring him back to life. She did it again and again and again but nothing happened. Carlos then decided to try his adrenaline shot on him. Still nothing. He tried CPR again and began pounding his chest in frustration as it had been several minutes and he was still gone. The cut off of oxygen from the brain had gone on too long. "GOD DAMN IT!" He screamed, misty eyed, as Natalie sobbed and Rebecca hugged her trying to comfort her friend and team mate.

Twenty Minutes Later...

Carlos had needed to be alone. They had managed to hold back the American's position long enough to buy them some time. They had also secured enough ground for the BSAA to get out of there. Chris had changed his mind and thought about trying to arrange for Carlos to be given a lift out of there. "No. My place is here. It's over when it's over. After this, we're going to South America. Take the fight there. We need to liberate this place."

Jill was worried for him, he could tell. Despite the bad way they had spoken to each other she now was putting that aside. They were not meant to be lovers and it was the best for both of them. He was not the man for her and she was not the woman for him. It had been good while it lasted but had ended up not so well. But now it seemed she was still his friend after all but right now he could not think about it. It hurt too much. Everything hurt too much.

Rebecca helped Natalie to her feet who was still teary eyed but now crying more silently. "Come on, we've gotta go. He would have wanted you to carry on," Jill put a hand on Carlos's shoulder, "I'm sorry...you did everything you could for him..."

Carlos shook his head. "No...It wasn't enough. I spent a lot of time with that kid in the bushes. I was under cover but still! I should have watched out for him more! I should have taught him better. If I had't gotten him mixed up in this shit with Umbrella and the Family he would just be fighting them and he might have lived! He got in too deep just like me."

Jill looked to Chris, "You mind giving us a minute?" He nodded. It seemed the BSAA had this section of the town sealed off. Carlos never thought he'd see the day they'd have a shootout with the US military but they had given Redfield and the others no choice. Jill told him, "I know you hate me right now but I'm here for you. You have survivors guilt but you can't do that to yourself."

Carlos looked away avoiding her gaze. "I don't hate you," He said stiffly, "I just hate the choices I made. Your first instinct was that I was a player. Well I'm not. I might have been somewhat promiscuous at one time but that's not who I am. I hate that I didn't listen to my parents, just kept a platonic friendship with you. That's what I should have done! Sex between friends never goes well!"

Jill listened to him knowing he was grieving. "You were right...you have to do what your heart wants. You want Redfield. I think you should go with him. Yes...we can still be friends. It'll take time but time heals all wounds..." He remembered his home village and flinched in pain. "Most wounds..."

She asked him, "Carlos...is there more to that story than you told me about? In that war back where you lived. You were the only survivor?" He nodded. "Javier Hidalgo controlled the cartels and the government. We were local resistance so he had all but one of us wiped out. I knew I was a goner if I continued to fight when everybody else had been killed. We were out numbered, and out gunned. It was like Vietnam except...we weren't wrong you know? We were actually right in our cause which was why it was that much harder to lose."

He admitted something with his eyes closed, seeing it in his mind. "I hid underneath two dead bodies of some fallen comaradas. It was all I could do. I was the only one left! I fought as much as I could but I didn't go out shooting and even if I would have died that's what I should have done. That is what being a revolutionary is. It is not important if you win or not. You strive to win but the importance is on the will to fight at all. But then all my instinct told me to do was survive and live to fight another day."

He exhaled. "Only I survived but I never did return to the fight. I know the struggle went on for a while in other villages but as far as Mixcoatl went, they got rid of all the rebels. Normal life went on again, Hidalgo controlled as usual with an iron fist. Then that infection a few years later came. I was disappointing he got killed by a couple of Yankees since it was originally the USA who funded him before in the first place but...I'm glad he got killed. I just wish I could have been the man to do it."

Armando was nearby and overheard him and said, "Carlos, ¿puedo hablar con usted un momento?" (Carlos, can I speak to you a moment?)

Carlos was a bit impatient with the young rebel warrior. "¿Por qué? Estoy un poco en el medio de una conversación en estos momentos."

(Why? I'm kind of in the middle of a conversation right now. )

"Usted querrá escuchar esto. Usted dijo que su pueblo era Mixcóatl verdad? Había otro sobreviviente de la masacre, y ella está aquí. Después de las secuelas de la infección por allí, me dijo, ella viajó por todo, pero ella vino aquí y se enteró de nuestros valores y regresó a Colombia para iniciar su propio capítulo de las Fuerzas de Liberación amerindias," Armando explained.

(You'll want to hear this. You said your village was Mixcoatl right?There was one other survivor from that massacre and she's here. After the aftermath of the infection there, she told me, she traveled all over but she came here and learned of our values and went back to Columbia and Venezuela to start her own chapter of the Amerindian Liberation Forces )

Carlos looked at the younger man in confusion "Otro sobreviviente, además de mí? ¿Quién?" (Another survivor besides me? Who?)

"Sonya! Ven aquí!" Carlos felt his heart skip a beat at the name. (Sonya! Come here!)

A pretty brown skinned woman approached, her long black hair tied back. She had an AK-47 strapped to her shoulder and a head band but she was still as beautiful as she had been all those years ago in the struggle when he had loved her. Her name was Sonya Morales. She was a Wayuu Indian just like he was. The only difference was, he was from Columbia and she was originally Venezuelan but she had been with him in that fight. He had sworn he had seen her get shot.

He said her name..." Sonya...?" He got up and approached her. She embraced him and it felt like all those years of war terror, shell shock, heart ache, anger and sorrow was healed by her cheek bones were high in definition as were his. Her eyes deep brown. She was busty as well as curvy and had luscious lips. She looked like a native goddess to him. He always had thought so. "¿Cómo puede ser esto? Usted fue matado en la batalla. Lo vi pasar."

He whispered. (How can this be? You were killed in battle. I saw it happen. )

She shook her head. "No Carlos. Fui herido. tuve que permanecer oculto para sobrevivir. Me sentí mal por ella durante años, pero he vivido para luchar otro día y yo sabía que iba a volver allí de nuevo."

(No Carlos. I was wounded. i had to stay hidden to survive. I felt bad for it for years but I lived to fight another day and I knew I would go back there again.)

He felt his heart start pounding. he spoke in English, unsure why. "I...did the same. I thought I was a coward for so long. If I'd known you lived..."

She understood his English but answered in Spanish. "Podemos estar avergonzado pero vivido para luchar otro día. Plus Javier está muerto. ¿No es esto algo bueno? Él oprimió mucha gente en la Amazonía. Me uní a la ALF porque era muy parecido a lo que solíamos creer en cuando éramos más jóvenes. Traté de encontrar pero estaban filmando cadáveres sólo para asegurarse de que estaban muertos. Tuve la suerte de estar bajo un par mí. Traté de encontrar más tarde un día y medio más tarde, cuando me escapé, pero para entonces ellos empezaron a quemar los cuerpos y poner el resto en una fosa común. Asumí lo peor."

(We can be ashamed but we lived to fight another day. Plus Javier is dead. Isn't this a good thing? He oppressed many people in the Amazon. I joined the ALF because it was a lot like what we used to believe in when we were younger. I did try to find you but they were shooting dead bodies just to make sure they were dead. I was lucky to be under a couple myself. I tried to find you later a day and a half later when I escaped but by then they started burning bodies and putting the rest in a mass grave. I assumed the worst. )

They held each other, neither wanting to let go. Finally he stepped back and she said, "I need to tend to some of the wounded," Her accent was thicker than his was and he thought it was cute when she spoke in English. She had not spoken it when they were in the movement before in Columbia. "I will be back for you, Carlos. I want to see you again."

He stood there frozen in place not sure what to think, say or do. Jill smiled a little bit. "I guess that same line you gave me about go for it kind of applies here, doesn't it?" He sighed. "I'm not sure there will be time for it. I'm really happy she's alive. It's just a lot to process at once."

Sheva reloaded her weapons saying, "I'm surprised more Americans aren't coming here to attack us. The fact that we can be at ease right now is shocking. What's going on? Not twenty minutes ago they were trying to kill us!" Chris looked at the far side of a hill opposite from them to the south east where there were many soldiers. They were firing but not at rebels. He spotted J'avo prototypes. "Shit...more infected...I guess if we destroyed the plant we did it too late."

Barry approached Chris and said, "We're almost done here in this town, we just have some B.O.W's to clean up. You in? We'll be getting out of here soon."

Chris readied his H&K. "Yeah. Let's finish this."

Carlos knew he would need to bid the rest of the BSAA farewell. Chris told him, "Look Carlos, I understand if you would try and have your men rise up from the chaos this virus created to take out both the B.O.W's and the government since incidents like these usual cripple those who govern people. So it's one thing to use this kind of chaos to take the power back but don';t be the guy creating that chaos, understand? No bio weapons."

Carlos rolled his eyes. "You don't have to say that. I already knew this. If I was going to remain loyal to Umbrella or anybody like them, I would have sided with my UBCS Sergeant and not Jill."

He turned to Armando who spoke in English. He too had a thick accent. "You ready, hermano? We need to get out of here. You said yourself they're going to be dropping bombs on Oceana Aldea, si? We need to go. Retreat to San Juan."

Carlos knew that the comrades out there were not fairing much better against the military but at least they hopefully would not have to deal with B.O.W's as well as elite gunmen trying to take them all out.

Jake/Sherry

They were back at the station. They saw things had fallen to hell but luckily there were still some people holding out there. Mostly rag tag survivors. Jake spotted some of the people they'd seen earlier. Sherry rushed ahead as she saw Claire as well as that Asian lady who had helped them back in China and they were knelt beside that guy Leon.

A couple of armed men started to approach them and out of instinct said, "For god sake don't tell them you work for the DSO..." He warned. Claire greeted her and said , "Sherry, I'm glad you're okay!" She hugged him and then Sherry hugged Leon as well who was not looking so well. "Leon, are you okay?"

He said weakly, "I think I'll live..." The Elder, Atonwa at his side assured him, "You'll still feel like vomiting but it will be regular not blood or anything to worry about. Our herbs cleansed your system. Part of it might be you also haven't eaten anything in at least a day and a half."

Leon impatiently said, "All due respect,...how can you possibly know that?" The Mohawk Elder raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I know! Luckily, we've got some of our warriors out scavenging for food and supplies. Our modern day hunters if you will. Most of the stores have been looted but we know a few places people may not have thought to look. I would have gone along with them but the wounded here need to be looked after."

The older man looked at him and then asked, "So you all know what this virus is? This woman," He referred to Claire, "Has told me that it was all to create bio weapons. Originally, this was some science project for rich men who let things get out of control. Those prototypes were originally going to be used by the military even. Until it was found they couldn't be controlled."

A mean looking Mexican guy who Jake thought he recognized looked at Sherry and Jake. "These two with you?" Leon assured him, "Yeah they're cool. They're survivors. They survived the Lanshiang incident in China. That's Sherry Birkin and Jake Muller."

The guy named Victor aimed his AK at them and said, "Wait a minute. I know things are desperate but I recognize this guy, Leon. He's with the government. Also the blonde was involved in the government problem in China. She was associated with the guy Derrick Simmons behind it. Are you sure we shouldn't kick them out? They could have spooks about to crawl up our asses."

Tashini overheard this and said, "Hey!" The Mexican known as Angel laughed and said, "No he meant spook as in CIA, the feds, estupida, That's an old school term for them from back in the day," This got laughs out of a few of the stone faced warriors. She raised her eyebrows, "Really I never heard of that before."

Atonwa insisted, "They're not going to try anything. You don't have to worry about them. They are children of the Ha We Ne Yu the Creator, the same as we are. Just from other continents. While they may be different from us, we can help them out long enough for them to help themselves. As long as they're not looking up to break down our organization they're welcome here. Young lady, what d you mainly do, your job?"

He asked Sherry. She replied, "Mainly we're just working for the US government. We're a bit like the BSAA but a bit more discreet all though we do work wit them," Several survivors looked at her like they didn't understand. "That's Bio terrorism Security Assessment Alliance," Jake informed them. She then continued, "We're like the BSAA only we're not global."

Tashini crossed her arms. "But you can go anywhere in the world right? Look I'm from this country too but I still hear about how the government likes to police the world," Sherry insisted, "We're not here to overthrow anybody or break up a civil rights group. If Claire has told any of you what these things are then you should know we're here to stop them. This is happening other places in the world too."

One female warrior whom none of Claire's group nor Sherry or Jake knew said, "Somehow I thought this might have just been an airborne virus or maybe another terrorist attack except maybe with biological warfare."

Ada corrected her, "That's what this is but it wasn't just anybody. It was either Neo Umbrella or the Family. In this case it was both. Neo Umbrella started the fire and the Family threw gas on it. It was airborne partially. All that blue gas that's been around the city. That's the C virus in airborne form. The other way to infect people is through biting or direct injection of the drug."

Atonwa stood up. "If the BSAA is supposed to be fighting these things then where are they now? I have seen some of their soldiers but not enough. So far the New York City chapter of the ALF, as new as we may be, has been self sufficient. Us and the people we've taken in aside from ourselves. There has been no success in relief from the army or the police or the BSAA. Is it so hard to assume there is nobody coming?"

Claire insisted, My brother will be here soon, I know he will and he's bringing a lot more allies with him."

After a few minutes, Leon was feeling okay enough to stand up. The Raccoon survivors all had a meeting. Helena said, "Okay, Sherry, now that we've found each other, what now? Leon and his friends blew up the Family base. Well actually it was a Neo Umbrella base that the Family took over."

Sherry thought about it. "I'd better call Hunnigan and try to get a hold of her. I lost contact with her before so I hope she's all right."

She got on her PDA and tried her. Finally she got through. "Agent Birkin. Have you regrouped with Agent Harper?" She said, "Yes I have. We're all laying low from the carriers at Grand Central again. We're thinking of moving to another place we can go but so far we're not sure where."

Hunnigan said, "Well, I'm afraid I'm going to need you all to stay in the city limits. Chris Redfield and Alpha Team will be here soon to assist in the city's cleansing of B.O.W.'s once they finish their mission in Oceana Aldea. I'm sorry to say this but try to hang in there."

Sherry sighed but nodded. "Roger that. Anything else? Any update on suspected members of the Family? I just found out that the Family might be the bigger problem than Neo Umbrella is. Jake seems to be pretty sure of that. He said all over the world people talk about them."

Hunnigan's voice got quieter and she said, "On the record, I'm not at liberty to discuss that..." Sherry demanded, "Off the record?" Hunnigan sighed but she could tell she was about to fess up. "Off the record it goes up as far as our..." Just then there was static. "Hunnigan do you read me? Damn it...!" Jake nudged her. "Transmission cut off again?"

She confirmed this. "Yeah. I hope she's all right. I think this is the second time this has happened. Just as she was about to tell me something about the Family too," Jake cringed. "I hate to say it, Sherry but do you think there's a chance she was cut off by somebody who didn't want her talking?"

Sherry's blue eyes were full of worry. "Let's not jump to conclusions, Jake. She's one of the good guys too. I promise. You do remember she helped us out in China, don't you?"

Jake stood up and said, "I'm going to take a walk. I'll be back."

He walked into a bathroom. he wondered if any minute, that same asshole who'd been contacting him would contact him again. He removed his wallet. He needed to see something that Chris had given him a while back. He had sent it to him in the mail and it had been unsigned. It was a photo, at least fifteen years old. On the back it read, I know you're angry and confused and looking for answers. I don't have them all for you but if you never knew what he looked like, he is the circled picture. This was back in our days in the Raccoon Police.

It was a picture of Chris and a bunch of other cops. Jake did not recognize any of the other people but he did spot the man in the picture he referenced. It was a picture of a man with blonde hair and sunglasses. He looked cocky in the photo. Arrogant even. At least half of the cops in the photo were smiling or posing but Albert had only a sneer on his face. Who did he think he was?

He noticed a cellular phone next to a dead body, a man had been stabbed to death. It had taken him a moment to notice. The phone began to ring and his heart jumped. He kept his pistol steady in his hand and dropped the photo and approached slowly. He took the phone. It said Unknown number. You didn't...son of a bitch...

He went to hit talk but suddenly the body came to life and lunged at him. Milky eyes opened and breath that smelled of rotten meat and decay blasted across his face. Jake tried to hold him off and the thing moaned as though it were in pain. He pressed the gun to its temple and fired. The blast left a splatter of brains and blood across the floor and bathroom stall.

He got to the phone and hit talk. "Hello?" He heard a dial tone. "Shit!" He hung up and punched the stall in frustration. Just then it rang again. He let it ring twice and then answered, "Stop playing games!" Alex Wesker laughed. "I just wanted to make sure I got your attention. And to let you know just how far my influence extends."

Jake stood up and began opening bathroom stall and checking all over the bathroom. "So you bugged the place just so you could spy on me? What the hell is your problem?"

Alex was sneering even through the phone. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm simply saying there is no move you make I am not aware of. I have been watching you for a long time, Jacob Wesker. Just as I was supposed to. Even if Albert himself never knew he had a son, since I know it is my duty to always keep a mindful watch over him. You are the heir to a very important legacy. You mustn't let it go to waste."

Jake snarled, "If you knew where I was and who I was all this time then why didn't you tell my dad about me? That a big part of being a Wesker? Keeping secrets from each other? Even if it's your own family?"

Alex corrected him. "By no means whatsoever. I only found out after his death. This should be obvious. However even as my brother and I were close given our mutual resentment of Spencer, there had been some pockets of time since we'd spoken often especially up to and right around the time before he killed the old man. We had to seem as if we were working for entirely different agendas when in reality our agendas were one and the same. He was the loyal Wesker son who survived and stood by Oswald. I was the rebel who left him. Right up until the days he died before Wesker ripped his life out of him, he believed that his loyal son would go after me and hunt me down for what he perceived to be my betrayal."

Jake demanded, "What is it you want from me?" Alex told him, "The next objective for you is to stay where you are. But I would advise you to stay out of the line of fire. My men are coming to deal with the Raccoon City survivors. Oh and keep an eye on Sherry. She is still of some use to us after all this time. Unless you would like to deal with the chaff yourself?"

Jake couldn't believe the balls on this guy. "Are you out of your mind? I'm not doing your dirty work for you. Why can't you give me a straight answer for once? You're the asshole playing God not me. So if you do have a problem with RC survivors that's not my own problem."

Alex sighed. "As I thought. I was afraid you would not yet be able to see. Very well. It would have saved me man power and given the element of surprise. Really I don't understand your qualms. I can sympathize with your concern for the Birkin girl and as the last of her family she is of importance to us even now. But why should you care about Redfield or Agent Kennedy? They are her friends not your own. I will do as I must but I must warn that in the hunt for the Raccoon City survivors my m,en might show less discretion than I would personally. It would be a shame if a stray bullet were to hit her...

Jake said, "If you even touch her I'll break every bone in your goddamn body, Alex! As for Leon and Helena, they did all right by us in China. I'm not afraid of the Family either. You're a coward just like Simmons was."

Alex chuckled. "You think I only have my private army at my disposal? Nephew, I have much more than that. You do remember that the Family controls the US military, its politicians, and every government agency don't you? That is not a thing to take lightly. Not to mention I have what remains of the local law enforcement at my disposal as well. Don't say I did not warn you."

Just then they heard a loudspeaker voice outside. "Everybody inside, drop your weapons and come out with your hands up! We know you are harboring enemies of the state! This is Captain Micheal Talbot, New York Police. You have once chance to surrender!"

Jake left the bathroom and took the phone with him, hanging up. He ran toward the entrance. Sherry regrouped with him and asked, "What's going on?" He shook his head, "I can't say for sure but I think it's bad."

Leon, Ada, Claire, Helena, and the two BSAA agents who had accompanied Kennedy were alerted and they readied their weapons. Jimmy, Victor, Angel, Cheyenne, Tashini , Atonwa and a few other warriors readied their weapons as well.

They got to the exit outside but took cover using the walls as cover. Jimmy, the rowdy Irish American from Hells Kitchen shouted back, "Have you seen what's been going on lately? The pigs are gone! It's a little late to be playing cops and robbers now!"

Cheyenne also yelled, "We're not terrorists. We're freedom fighters and if you think we were behind this epidemic you're wrong! You couldn't protect these people so it's out of your hands and in ours now!"

The Captain replied on the bull horn, "I can guarantee you we outnumber you by quite a bit! We've got FBI and SWAT here locked and loaded too as well as some of our boys from the National Guard and 82nd Airborne. Trust me, kids. You want to talk to me. I'm the only friend you got. All the rest will shoot you and it'd be their God given right to do it. We take you in, you tell me your side of the story and you can help us understand who did what."

Tashini yelled, "Is this how you protect people? By accusing them of shit they didn't do? They aren't terrorists I've been sticking with these people for a long time and they've kept people from becoming one of those cannibals."

The NY police spokesman said, "The ALF? They're part of what caused it! They've been in contact with foreign enemies of the United States. It's possible they might have either caused whatever this thing is or housed the people we think did it. Anybody that shelters a jihadist that releases a virus that kills people and brings them back from the dead is a terrorist in my book. That's neither here nor here. You got till the count of five to come out or we're coming in and taking no prisoners."

Atonwa yelled, "There are civilians in here! Old men, women and children. Unarmed! You can't do that! Please, let's all put our guns down and talk we can work this out! It must be a misunderstanding!"

Talbot hollered, "Five...four...three!" Claire came out to see just how many there were. Leon tried to stop her but Ada stopped him, "Wait. She seems to know what she's doing,"

Jake peeked his head around. There was quite a bit of manpower out there. There had to be at least thirty cops plus change as well as soldiers and FBI agents. A helicopter beam was shined on them giving out a spot light. They were all outnumbered. There was at least fifty guns on them maybe more. Of the ALF that were here at Grand Central and not on supply runs, there were maybe two dozens possibly a little less and that was counting Claire, Leon, Helena, Ada and the others outside their group. Not to mention at least a handful on unarmed survivors. "Ma'am put your weapon on the ground!"

Claire was in the position to lower it but she said, "Can't we talk this through? Your job is to protect people not intimidate them! My brother used to be a cop! None of us are trying to create these things in the city. I've dealt with them before!" Jake had seen what she was trying to do but he knew there was no way for her to relay what was being said without them figuring out what she was really up to. He had a rough guess how many bodies there were out there but he couldn't be precise. For even a rough estimate he needed another look. He started to peer around the side.

Angel stopped him. "Don't do that, ese! Those puercos will blow you away if you do that! Trust me, man they're no different than the L.A.P.D. you want to figure out how many of them there are there's a more discreet way to do it."

He whistled to Cheyenne, "Mira, can I see your mirror?" Cheyenne shot him a funny look as she held onto her weapon. "Por que? You got some other hobby I don't know about?" He rolled his eyes. "Orale, payasa, just humor me, please?"

She did and got her makeup mirror out of her purse. She handed it to her older brother and told him, "Fine. Just don't get caught looking at yourself in the mirror, okay, Bruce Lee? And don't break it either by looking into it, entiendes?"

He beckoned to Jake and he squatted down into a crouch and put his back against the wall. He slid the mirror to the side and tried to see how many there were. He tilted it to try and see as many angles as he could. "Fuck, bro. I see at least seventy men. Possibly more than that. Just from what I can see. Plus that helicopter in the sky. Maybe four or five more up there. There's two spot lights too. We need to take them both out if we want to get any odds in our favor."

He gave the mirror back to Cheyenne. Jake was impressed. "Never thought I'd say this but thank God for prisons," He had seen enough American movies to know where he had learned that from. He'd either been to the slammer or had copied off a movie but judging from the amount of ink, and the kinds of tattoos he had, it was likely the first one. Angel shook his head. "More like thank God for prisoners, homie. That's how we'd keep a trucha for La Plaqua when I was in San Quentin," He added, "Prisoners are people too, you know."

Meanwhile, Claire was being ordered to put the gun down. "Drop the weapon at your feet and kick it away from you! I'm not going to ask you again!" Shouted the Captain. She defied him saying, "I will if you will! I've got my gun pointed at the ground but I won't drop it until I'm sure you won't shoot me or anybody else in there!" One of the FBI agents, a tall man in a helmet yelled, "Lady drop the gun or we will fire on you!"

Just then, it seemed Claire had spotted something that made her gain confidence even as she was out manned and out gunned. She seemed to smirk a bit. "Okay! I'm dropping it, officers. Just don't shoot me...promise not to shoot..." Another fed, an African American shouted, "I promise that if you don't drop that fucking gun I will put a bullet in your temple! Scratch that, WE will put many bullets in your temple."

Claire obeyed and dropped the gun and she dropped to the ground as well. Surprisingly, she beat the pistol to the ground. She fired three shots at the spot light that the New York Police had aimed at her and the entrance. "Okay, drop her!" They opened fire and suddenly a blur sped in front of her and swept her out of the way as they opened fire with Glocks, 12 gauges MP5's and M4 Carbines.

It was a man with a short haircut who looked younger than Jake was but somehow had the air of somebody much older. He had gotten Claire back into the building. He told her, "Claire, stay in cover! I'm going to help."

She gasped, "Steve..." As he sped out in a flash back outside. The cops were peppering rounds at everything and nothing, trying to also hit the people in cover just behind the entrance. Jimmy had an M-16 variant that he had salvaged from a trunk of a police cruiser. He came out opening fire from cover and he hit one of the men in uniform. Victor, Atonwa, Jake, and Sherry also fired.

Sherry fired her automatic pistol at a federal agent hitting him in the vest and she sprayed at the captain who took cover. Jake carefully picked his shots and fired his AA-12 twice hitting a National Guard female in the right thigh. She screamed as the rounds tore that leg apart and collapsed from under the shattered bone and torn muscles and tissue.

One of the FBI agents tossed in some tear gas. As it went off, Jake felt the smoke get into his lungs. he began hacking. Sherry shouted, "Everybody get back! They're coming in!" They began to and as the cops breeched the building even as they retreated, Atonwa, Victor, Tashini, Jimmy and the other survivors nearby from their group fired over their shoulders.

One of Atonwa's warriors fired an AK-47 and the rounds got through the vests of two rookie police officers, one Caucasian woman and a black man. However, a police officer of Argentinian descent fired upon this man who was possibly Victor's age in his twenties.

Five rounds hit the guy. Three in his vest which he had salvaged from a dead FBI agent earlier, and two in the head. The vest in this situation had not helped him. Victor yelled, "Son of a bitch! They got Arthur!" He fired at the guy who had done this. His rounds were armor piercing bullets. He hit the cop in the stomach and chest and his vest did nothing to protect him.

The man grunted as each round hit him. He threw up blood as he collapsed. They got around the corner to the left. Jake fired his shotgun again and hit a cop knocking him down but was not sure if it was a kill or an injury. Sherry fired her same pistol set to automatic but she carefully aimed head shots. She managed to down two soldiers as well as one FBI agent. "Stop attacking us! We're not the bad guys!" She screamed at them.

Helena fell back to cover but fired her own pistol from cover. Two more of Atonwa's warriors went down in a flurry of gunfire as the cops, soldiers and Feds advanced. Angel had gotten his hands on an AK himself with a scope. He carefully fired rounds through it and hit one SWAT officer in the Adams apple with a round. The man fell over and bled all over his own team mates. Cheyenne tossed a flash grenade around the corner. "Grenade! Hit the deck!" Yelled a National Guardsman. The thing went off and almost all of the enemies in front of it were blinded and held their eyes staggering. Claire and all the other Raccoon survivors wasted no time. They fired, coming out from cover.

Jake emptied the last rounds from his shotgun into three officers, taking the knee caps out of the first, a white male with blonde hair and gray eyes, the second, a black woman from Panama, hitting her with a round to the gut and her breasts which blew her chest cavity open. The third, hit an older Caucasian male, with a gray beard and beady blue eyes. This blew his head off as the shot was aimed at his face. Jake retreated getting his Handgun out but not before firing head shots at a National Guard man with a dark thick beard.

Meanwhile, Claire fired her M79 at them and zapped four FBI agents in a row. They fell to the floor collapsing and still shaking. Atonwa shredded a soldier from the Army with rounds from his own AK variant. He carried a drum magazine. The guy rattled as the bullets shook his body up, dark red staining the flesh of his uniform in the newly penetrated fresh holes.

He also clipped a female officer hitting her with a head shot. Seven rounds hit her and as they hit her in the lower part of the head, the powerful rounds tore her jaw bone apart as her face was taken apart. Bone and brain fragment fell hitting the floor staining them just as her lifeless carcass joined her dead team mates on the floor.

Leon was using his Handgun to fire at some agents. He hit one in the face but another he caught in the chest. The man did not go down but as he was about to fire on Leon a cross bow bolt hit him in the stomach. Another hit him in the right side of the chest just moments later giving Leon time to get to cover. The man collapsed on the ground. One of the agents yelled, "Hang on, Hartman! You all right?" The agent, Hartman said, "One of those damn ALF cock suckers shot me! With a cross bow!"

Ada smirked at Leon at the irony of his assumption. Leon saw the the agent who had spoken was on point so he came out firing his handgun hitting him with a round in the right eye. Ada stood over the wounded agent saying, "You shouldn't make assumptions. It makes an ass out of you and me," With that she put a bolt in the guy's neck. He choked on his own blood.

Just then, the helicopter outside began to open fire on the place sweeping it with rounds. Helena, Jake and Sherry ran for cover. When they got to a safe spot, Helena said, "Hey you've got a phone right? Can you do me a favor? I'm not sure what happened to Hunnigan. Can you get away from here and try and get a hold of her on her cell with yours? Here," She took Jake's phone really quickly and typed into it at very fast speed. "That's her number. I want you to make sure she's okay. Sherry, you and I are partners and we both work for her. So can you make sure? I want to make sure the Family didn't get to her I'm going to hold out and help these people here."

Sherry turned to her saying, "We can't just leave you here!" Helena insisted. "Just go, I'll be fine! If she's alive come back and let me know. Actually you can reach me on my PDA. I just can't contact her for some reason."

Some soldiers blew a hole in the wall managing to breach it. They came though and tossed smoke grenades. Sherry fell back, firing her Assault Rifle hitting one of the soldiers in the head and another in the sternum. Ada fired an explosive bolt at the opening. It exploded and killed the other three trying to breach the entrance. The helicopter had circled around and spotted them in is sites. Helena shouted, "Just go! I'll cover!"

She fired her pistol which seemed like a dumb idea but she was a decent shot and if she focused hard enough she might just hit the chopper pilot. However the helicopter chased after them. Jake took Sherry's hand and they raced for an emergency exit. Rounds went right behind them tearing more holes in the wall. What had once been one of the most famous train stations was being riddled with rounds from bio terrorists. They ran as hard as they could and suddenly they saw something actually jump out and latch onto the helicopter causing it to spiral. He didn't know what it was but he wasn't waiting to see.

They ran up the street. Several soldiers fired at them and they fired back and disappeared turning off the street. They ran a good distance to evade the soldiers. They made their way past several carriers but ignored them. They spotted a hospital. "That might be a good place...maybe...I've heard the hospitals have been overrun..."

Sherry said, "They probably were a lot of them were overwhelmed by more patients being rushed in but maybe we can get in there just long enough for you to make your call there and we can see if there are any medical supplies. From the way things were looking back there, the ALF looks like they're going to need it."

Jake was skeptical that she actually cared about that. "Since when would you care about guerrillas? Don't they represent the exact opposite of what you stand for?" Sherry told him, "That doesn't matter. They did me a favor whether they know it or not by saving Leon's life. I'm glad they did that. That Elder,Atonwa is a good man. Anyway, I would expect you to be more sympathetic since you used to be like them."

Jake corrected her, "No, I was never a revolutionary and I never claimed to be. I just fought alongside people who did. I was a soldier of fortune, remember? You might say I'm more like those Blackwater guys. Then again I know I'm an asshole but I hope I'm not as big an asshole as they all are. Shouldn't a government employee be well read on what a merc is?"

She rolled her eyes. "I know what it means I just never quite understood why they're different from a soldier in the U.S. Army. I mean at least as far as American mercenaries go. Sure, they're getting paid but you could still say they're fighting for our interests so doesn't that make them just as loyal to the country as any branch of the military?"

Jake shook his head. "I wouldn't put it like that. Maybe in the United States you could say they're the same thing since either way you cut it, it's a rich man's war but overseas, a mercenary is frowned upon by actual revolutionaries or militants or insurgents as you'd call them. The only way I was even able to offer my services in so many parts was to be discreet and only let it be known to the top guys who could pay to have me help them. It wouldn't have been good for the morale of the guys fighting next to me to know I was a gun for hire though."

Sherry asked him, "Why?" He said, "Because to them it was all about the struggle. I'm not condoning my actions. I think there was some good people in the Edonian Liberation Army too. It just sucked that they had to go out the way they did because of the C virus. They wouldn't have trusted me if they knew their leaders had just enough money to buy their next weapon supply and to pay guns for hire like me."

She then stopped and observed her surroundings after hearing what he said. "I think we are near a hospital.. I don't think it's the same one Claire said was over run so we can try our luck there. I think we should look for any medical supplies just in case to help these people back there. I hope they can hold out until then."

She led him toward where she remembered it to be. "It's the Lennox Hill hospital. It's a bit of a walk but we can make it," She told him, "I've been to this city before. It used to be a nice place to visit. Even a nice place to live if you could afford the expensive apartments. Now it's not either one and that's sad."

Jake nodded. "I know. They're the latest victims of bioterrorism now. It's not their fault. But this is happening all over the world, Sherry. Umbrella and the Family has tried to cover it up a long time but this was going to happen one way or another."

They found the hospital. There was several carriers out front. Jake did an ammo check. He had nine in his handgun and three magazines for it. "Shit. We're going to need to salvage what we can soon too."

Jake ran up to one of the zombies and did a round house kick to the stomach, a white young male of about twenty three with messy sandy colored hair, a gray sweat shirt that was bloodied, and he had bite marks on his jugular. Jake brought his boot down on his repeated this and brought the boot onto his nose. He stomped it a third time and sent the nose up into his brain. Sherry was okay on Handgun ammo but she had only one magazine left for her Assault Rifle.

Luckily she and he had the same kind of handgun ammo. She dropped two carriers with a spray of head shots. They fell backwards, the brains and bone shards falling upon them after they hit the ground. Sherry retrieved two magazines from her side pack and tossed them to him. "Jake!" He caught it on instinct. He smirked. "Thanks!" He fired two shots into the head of a carrier, a man with a face that was barely recognizable as a human it was so deformed. He went down. Just then, he was bitten by a zombie who attacked him from behind. He spun around pistol whipping it but it came back to him its bloody mouth hungering for more.

He pressed the barrel against its abdomen and squeezed the trigger rapidly letting the bullets release into its stomach. It fell back as he emptied the magazine into him. "Jake!" Sherry cried out in alarm upon seeing he had been bitten. "It's okay, Sherry. I'm immune to their bites the same as you are. The only way they could actually turn me is if they killed me first but the bite itself isn't enough to kill me and turn me."

She emptied her magazine into the rest of them and reloaded herself. He reloaded. Two were dead and two were merely wounded. Jake stomped on the head of one and broke the neck of another. They headed into the Central Park Hospital. The place definitely looked like it had encountered a riot and more. A doctor was slumped against the wall, his throat cut staining his white jacket.

They headed through the halls. Many parts of the hospital was now dark and others had flickering fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. He turned to her saying, "I'm going to go look for the supplies, any we can use to help out those people. You want to split up for a minute so you can call and check on Hunnigan?"

She seemed reluctant but said, "Okay...but let's meet up in the lobby once we're both ready," Jake nodded. "Not a problem," He began to search for any kind of tools he might be able to use. He checked a supply closet. There was a whole bunch of stuff that looked like it could be used. While he was well used to dealing with battlefield wounds he only knew the basic essentials. He managed to find some pain killers.

He began loading up the back pack he had, grateful he had taken it when he had found some poor bastard dead in the middle of Central Park, a cyclist who had been bitten, had been turned and then had been shot by somebody else.

Aside from a few blood stains on it, it was exactly what he would need. He loaded up as much as he could. He went back into the hall to check up on something. He wanted to see if they had an OR anywhere. He might be able to find surgical tools. Then again, the size of the hospital told him there was likely to be. He searched for the operating room. He tried following the directions where it said to go. He was glad he got rid of the cell phone for the time being. He didn't want that asshole Alex bothering him.

He knew if he called Sherry she would give him a piece of her mind. Then again, Jake preferred to be able to give him a bullet to the temple. He moved forward headed after the OR. He could hear voices up ahead. Survivors? Who could it be? He moved around to see two men checking a room and one of them cursed, "Goddamn it this fucking place has been looted already. Nothing good in here."

Another man, a tall guy in a pair of fancy shoes, blacks slacks and a silk T shirt with neck length hair an a goatee looking to be Albanian American said, "Well come on, there's gotta be something in this place nobody thought to look for! We need to get back to the crew with something! There must be some meds in one of the other rooms. As many dumb fucks as there are in New York, they couldn't have all thought to search every part of this place. I know they got something good in here! Maybe a security guard bought it from one of those cannibals. Another gun is as good as meds!"

Jake asked him, "You looking for supplies too?" The other man, a chubby blonde white with a receding hairline and glasses over beady blue eyes, dressed in a jacket that looked like your stereotypical lumberjack coat over his fat stomach which was barely held in by a white shirt that did not fit well, aimed his 10mm Handgun at him. The other man had a H&K UMP. "Who the fuck are you?" Demanded the fat one.

The other guy said, "Drop the shotgun. What do you got in that bag? Toss it over here. I'm not fucking with you! You won't be the first guy I wasted and you won't be the last. So if you want to live give that shit up and drop the gun! We got a bead on you, asshole!"

Jake dropped the shotgun as he commanded and he dropped the bag and kicked it over to him. The skinny one cautiously approached him. "Bruno, get the bag. See what's inside," He ordered. Jake rolled his eyes. "There's not that much in there. I just grabbed what I could. I'm not looking for trouble. I'm just here to find any supplies I can and get..." The fat guy, Bruno yelled, "Shut up! We didn't tell you to talk!"

The skinny man said, "You've got another gun. The pistol. Fork it over," Jake dropped it but he said, "What do you think I'm stupid? If I try and grab it you'll charge at me. Pick the gun up yourself and hand it over slowly..." He did grab it slowly bent over. He had the gun turned upside down so as not to make the man suspicious. "Nice and slowly...come on I don't have all day."

Jake suddenly in a quick flip of his wrist he flipped it forward and fired and hit the guy above the right eyebrow. He went down and the fat guy tried to shoot but Jake tackled him and forced the man against the wall. Jake punched him in the stomach and disarmed him. The man tried to go for the gun again but Jake hit him with a hard right grabbed his head and began slamming it into the wall. He saw red. The man cried out, "Okay...! I give...please...stop!" Jake gritted his teeth and slammed him a few more times and stopped.

Before he knew it he looked down at the fallen man's bloody form. Jesus...what the hell have I done? What's happening to me? He was giving up... Jake took the H&K weapon off his dead friend. Jake's heart was pounding. He had to move away from there. He walked down the hall back to the OR. He began to scavenge through the room. He turned on a few lights and began loading up. His heart was still pounding from what he had just done.

He emerged from there a few minutes later and he found an empty hospital room. He needed a minute to pull himself together. Sherry came in and said, "Hey...I saw you come in here. Are you okay?" He exhaled. "What happened to your partner?" He asked hoping to change the subject. "I mean your boss. The lady who helped us in Lanshiang?"

She seemed disappointed. "No luck. I couldn't get ahold of her. Something must be wrong. When we get back to those people we'll need to ask Leon if he has any idea what to do."

She asked him, "What's wrong?" He sat on the bed. "Remember that conversation we had back in China about our fathers and taking responsibility? You told me I'd have to do it. Well I tried to take responsibility. That's what I thought I was doing when I ended up helping with the cure to the C virus and not charging the agreed price. I thought I was starting to see what it meant to be a good person for once but..."

She sat down next to him. "It's okay, Jake. You can tell me," He said, "I encountered some looters in the hall. They tried to get me to give my gun up. They said I wasn't the first person they'd killed and I wouldn't be the last. It makes me wonder how many they'd actually killed. I killed one of them in self defense. That's how I got this," He held up the Sub Machine Gun. "The other guy, he said he surrendered after I beat him but I just didn't stop. When I did I'd beat him to death."

She put a hand on his arm. "You snapped. It happens to all of us. Who knows what they might have done? Looters do a lot of bad things to good people sometimes. You don't know what they would have done to you, to me if they got their hands on me. You did the right thing. Looting to survive is one thing but if they prey on other people when they don't have to that makes them terrorists. Just...less organized ones."

Jake wasn't sure. "I didn't need to kill him Sherry. I could have just taken his weapons and left him. It feels like all my life I've been angry. I think I know why. It wasn't just because of who my father was. It was because he wasn't there! He could have been but he died. Everybody I had died. My mother, my friends in the war, everybody. I know I came off like some hard ass with no feelings but I did have people I was close to. Like I told you about earlier..."

She looked at him and even as he tried to not look back at her, he felt her blue eyes on him. "Jake, I'm still here for you and I'm not going anywhere. I know what it means to lose friends. For a while I thought Claire and Leon had abandoned me to the U.S. Government. It turned out they didn't mean to it was just out of their control. They've always been my friends. But even if you can't trust them, I'm here for you, Jake. And I know you're not one of the bad guys."

She took his hand. He looked down at it and allowed it. "What if there's something to what that guy Alex has been telling me? That if Redfeld hadn't killed my dad, I wouldn't have had to lose my mom and I wouldn't have had to carry on so long as a mercenary? All this time I blamed my own nature on my father, why I was a soldier of fortune trying to save my mom and it turns out he could have been the key all along?"

She blinked. "Jake, you can't believe what some psychopath says. He'll say anything he can to get inside of your head. You're better than that. Please, Jake. Don't do anything hasty, okay? I know you don't like Chris but that's no reason to go after him just based on hearsay from a wanted bio terrorist who claims to be your uncle."

He asked her, "What if he's right though? Even if I can't find out for sure if that's true and I know you don't want me to move on Redfield, don't you think I should tell him? He's probably responsible for the death of my mother as well as my father."

She didn't agree. "What good would that do to tell him? Even if Alex isn't lying, there would be no way Chris could have known that. Nobody even really knew Albert Wesker had a son until last year. What do you expect him to do?"

Jake was frustrated and said, "I expect some answers. You say we have to take responsibility, right Sherry? For our own actions. Great. That means Redfield had to do that too. He needs to know he might have killed my mother too. I mean he already acknowledged what he did with my father but he needs to own up to all of it."

Sherry asked him, "What are you saying, Jake? For all you know that's not even true. Alex is just trying to play games with you. I heard you tell him you don't like being screwed with but that's what I think he's doing. Chris admitted he killed Wesker and you should be able to tell he's a good man because he..." Jake rolled his eyes and snorted. "No! Listen! He's a good man. He killed your father because he was a bio terrorist but he was still willing to let you kill him if you thought it would set things right."

Jake was confused. "So what should I do? Buy the guy a beer? You know I heard through the grapevine that's exactly what he was doing after he encountered us in Europe. He was a bar fly. Then his partner talks him out of it just so he can go after whoever he thinks massacred his team."

He said, "You know, Sherry, he had a partner with him when he killed my father too. It doesn't matter how I came by that information. It's just logical. The BSAA is either in teams or in pairs. I can't help but wonder if that other guy was the one who was with him when he killed Wesker. I wonder if he helped Chris kill him."

Sherry informed him, "No. He's dead and I think it was a different partner. As far as I know Chris has had at least four partners so far. That's not the point, Jake. I know what you think you want to do but I know deep down you're not that bad guy you think you are. You have a good heart and I can see it but I think you're afraid to show it."

Jake looked down at the floor not sure what to say. When he did finally speak he said, "I wouldn't even begin to know where to start. I just...look I need to talk to Redfield when this is all over. Alex Wesker too."

She rubbed his hand with hers. "Alex isn't here now. I am here, Jake. I know your'e good. If your father was a bad man that's his own life. He's gone now. His deeds caught up to him. You can change your own destiny. You can be the opposite of him. You can even use what your father was and be the opposite of him! You can use that to show yourself what you don't want to be."

He looked into her eyes finally facing her. "Why do you care? I've been a dick all this time. I mean...in Edonia and China...I've given you no reason to think there's good in me."

She moved closer to him. "I care about you Jake. No matter what you believe about yourself not being good, you're wrong. I've gotten to know you over these last several months. I know you're nothing like your father. I'm nothing like mine. We're both different."

Jake admitted, "I don't feel different, Sherry. Even if I don't do any more bad things like I used to again in my life, you gotta know that DNA wise me and my father are the same. I may not have the virus in me like he does but I have the same DNA. All the antibodies that would give me control if i was injected with any virus instead of being controlled by it like most zombies are. So what if Alex finds a way to exploit that too? Use it against me. I care about you Sherry but...you should get away from me when this is over. Everybody I get close to ends up dying."

She kissed him on the lips. "I'm not going anywhere, Jake. don't have all the answers about your father and your genes. All I know is they helped you do something good. There's a lot less J'avo and zombies because of you. As for your past, it doesn't matter what you did then. It matters what you do now."

He kissed her back. His lips felt dried and cracked up against hers, he could tell as hers were soft and sweet. She took heed of this but was nice about it simply wetting his lips with hers. They put their arms around each other as they kissed. He had wanted to do this for a long time but he hadn't because he was afraid to over step his boundaries as her friend. Now, it seemed she had felt the same way.

She kissed him with a passion, like a longing hunger for him. He ran his hands down her back. She got onto his lap. His hand trailing up her shirt, he felt her smooth warm skin. It was like soft. Her mouth was like a well for his dry lips and she was helping him revive. He invaded her mouth with his moaned a bit in surprise but she did not complain and her tongue soon met his, teasing him.

Playfully their tongues wrestled with each other as if the tongues themselves were lovers entwined as Jake and Sherry's bodies were. She eagerly lifted his shirt up over his head running her hand over his muscular frame. Her hands caressed his pecs as they shared another passionate kiss. Jake briefly broke the kiss. "You sure this is what you want, Sherry? I don't have any protection."

She parted lips from him saying, "Yes...I don't care. If it's our last night alive...we should have no regrets. I want to make it out of here alive...I'm not asking you to do anything you aren't ready for but if we make it and you were up for it we'd have something good after all these hard times. And if we don't make it out of here, at least we'll have this."

He rejoined her, kissing her again but as he broke it he whispered her a promise, "We will get out of this alive, Sherry. I promise. I'm not letting anything happen to you. We've been through too much together," She ran her hands down his abdomen. "You can't make me a promise like that, Jake. Nobody can...we can be here for each other now and try to be later..."

They still briefly talked between kisses. "Besides...you know back in China...?" He kissed her again and she nuzzled his nose with hers. "What about it...?" She closed her eyes smiling as they joined lips again. "I could see you checking me out. In my gown. You tried to be subtle but...I knew..."

He blushed a bit, something she seemed to enjoy. "There's no getting anything by you is there, super girl?" She giggled a bit, something he had still not gotten used to as he was used to her serious side. He wished he'd spent more time with her after Lanshiang. They'd seen each other when they could but it hadn't been as much as he'd hoped. "No...but I was looking at you too. I just did a better job of hiding it. Women tend to be..."

He lifted her shirt up as she caressed his abs. "You think so, huh...?" He said as he kissed her neck. She closed her eyes facing upward as he planted kisses on her neck, unbuttoning her blouse. She playfully bit his bottom lip. "I know so...I took a quick peek and you did too but it wasn't quick enough. I could see you...undressing me with your eyes...I know you wanted to take that gown off of me."

He pawed at her hips as he kissed her his breath on her neck. "Yeah...I guess I was...you say I was undressing you with my eyes but I wanted to do it with my hands..only we didn't' exactly have time for that did we?" She chuckled as she closed her eyes letting him kiss down her neck. Well now you can...and we'll make time...I'm all yours..."

He began to unbutton the rest of her blouse kissing his way down as he did. Her supple breasts exposed ever so slightly as he worked his way down. Her ivory skin was flawless. From her peach colored breasts peeking out at him, her nipples just barely covered by the last of the shirt that he had yet to peel away, to her exposed tummy to her oval shaped navel. He also unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down just a little bit. The flesh was all intoxicating to him as he gazed from her breasts to her stomach to her bare waist, teasing him as the unbuttoned pants revealed more beautiful flesh that waited for him.

He began to kiss down her neck to her collar bone and gently began working down to her breasts. He gentle squeezed her left breast while kissing the right his lips planting across her flesh. As he caressed her left he could feel her nipples becoming hard with arousal as he played with them. She let out a gentle sigh of anticipation and looked at him eagerly, her blue eyes caught in his own eyes. He licked her nipple as he rubbed her breast gently but firmly.

Her mouth opened wide as she exhaled at his touch, pretty pink nipples now forming goose bumps on the edge. Her areola reminded him in color somehow of fresh strawberries ripe to be picked. He gently bit down on her nipple and she cringed a bit but as he added kissing as well as gentle sucking to it she eased up and she bit down on her lower lip with excitement smiling cutely as she whispered, "That stung...but in a good way..."

He kissed lower down her stomach, and he gently ran his tongue over each spot on her after kissing it. He got to her belly and kissed around it. She exhaled sharply but smiled, "That feels good..." He licked the inside and she let out a slight moan her eyes closing about halfway and she looked up at the dimly lit ceiling. He removed what remained of her shirt peeling it off and he began to move down her waist kissing down to her waist, kissing the flesh that was bare and the flesh just barely covered by her undone pants. She let out a gasp as he lifted her pants down as well as her pale pink thong. He began to tease her with his fingers.

She squirmed noisily under him as he began to finger her wet entrance. She let him ease in and out of her for a couple of minutes before she herself got crazy for him. The next thing he knew she was on top of him undoing his own pants and forcing them down. What had been a semi from the noises she emitted from the foreplay was now a full hard on. She began to kiss down his abdomen as she had done to him. She got to his warm black boxers and tugged them down.

She took his hardened member into her mouth and began to work on him. He groaned and sucked in a breath as she began to move her mouth down his long manhood. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as she moved her warm lips down his shaft. Her blue eyes peered up at him as she sucked him off.

There was enough length to his manhood that she was able to jerk him off while sucking him at the same time. "Fuck..." He breathed. "Sherry..." She hummed against his cock as she shined it with her saliva. He ran his hand through her blonde hair as she bobbed up and down on his member. He tugged at her roots just a bit tightly but the young blonde did not mind. She ran her tongue over his tip, running it up to the hole, to the bottom of the helmet. "My god..."

He could not believe he was here doing this with her. He'd wanted to do this for a long time with her but he had never thought it would be within the realm of possibility. He had seen pictures of her from the times they had gotten together to get to know each other better. She had been a twelve year old n a picture with her parents. It had been on her birthday the day before school a few months before she had lost her parents in the Raccoon tragedy. She had looked like a girl who was not even twelve yet. He had also seen pictures of her a few months later at the start of 1999. She'd had the look of somebody who had seen too much for her young age.

All the same she had been a cute little kid who still seemed too young to be involved in Umbrella's messes. Now here she was, years down the road, twenty seven years old. She had grown up to be beautiful. He had not understood the context of which Leon Kennedy as well as Claire Redfield had been shocked after not seeing her for years.

All though he had not known her as a child as they had he could certainly see how much she had changed. As Sherry moved her warm mouth up and down him, he found comfort in holding her hair. The way it felt as she sucked him off was almost too good. She took his cock out of her mouth for a moment to jerk him off further, her hand sliding easily from the wetness of her saliva. She had a good grip and she clearly knew how to give good handj obs as well as oral.

He didn't know who her first had been and he didn't want to know. The more faceless the better. All he knew was he was glad she knew what she was doing. She kissed the side of his shaft sucking on the side of his dick. She worked the tip back in there and looked up at him playfully her eyes teasing him. It was driving him crazy. She began to bob up and down faster. Finally he could bear it no more. "Fuck!" He growled.

He climaxed, the white sticky residue spilling on her lips, part of her cheek and down her chin. She was a mess but in a way it was sexy. She licked her lips off and brushed the rest away. It was a mix of sexy because she'd done that and classy since she had not swallowed it all like a porn star. But had licked some of it.

He laid back in disbelief at that. "That was...wow..." He uttered and got over to her and began kissing where he left off at her waist and began to trail it down to her thighs. He held her legs up and kissed down them as he did. He caressed her thighs massaging her legs. He got down to her shins and began kissing down them.

She closed her eyes, her chest and tummy raising as she felt the sensation of his now soft and moist lips. He kissed her down lower and even got down to her cute little feet which he kissed all the same down to her toenails where she had blue painted toes. She laughed and accidentally kicked him. He collapsed to the floor and she got up in a panic. "Oh my god...! Jake...I'm so sorry..." He grinned to let her know he'd just faked the collapse. She smacked him playfully and he spread her back on the bed.

He kissed his way back up to her legs. Slowly and patiently he removed her panties discarding them down to her ankles which she kicked off. He began to gently, slowly, touch her wet, wanting flesh. He fingered at a slow pace, moving his fingers softly in her folds. She whimpered a bit but she got used to the feeling and those whimpers of discomfort turned to whimpers of pleasure all though it was pleasure of frustration, as he was toying with her now.

He licked her as well gently easing his tongue into her opening. He moved down and up her labia. She cried out in pleasure as he did. She seemed to be getting wetter as he did and he wondered if she had ever had anybody do this to her before.

She mewled as he began to eat her out. It was very sexy to him and all though he'd already came it was making him hard again already, his cock twitching as he listened to the noises she made as he finger fucked her as well as ran his tongue over her lips. He began to tap her G spot with a typing like motion with his index finger. He tasted her salty entrance and savored it.

Sherry looked down at him her hands touching his closely cut hair and she worried herself about how she might taste to him but she closed her eyes falling back against the surprisingly comfy hospital bed, her stomach and breasts rising and falling as he ran his tongue up to her clitoris. He stroked it with his middle finger, teasing her and she squirmed more under him. Her clit was swollen with arousal and he teased her flesh around it, all the while toying with her pedals. "Eeeehhhhahhhhh...Jake..." She cried out as he toyed with her.

She was breathing hard and trying to form sentences but they kept getting lost in her cries of ecstasy. She was unable to form a sentence. This way he knew, she was by no means faking it. Jake had not always considered himself relationship material but he'd been with other women in the war. He'd been with women in various regions all over the globe and if there was one thing he had picked up was the right way to eat pussy.

The wetness of her vaginal walls made a slapping sound as he began to finger her faster. Her eyes were barely open as she moaned. He hummed against her lips and this made her voice pitch go up an octave. Everything about this made her want to fuck her so bad but he wanted to pleasure her first and make her come the way she had him. The very movements her body was making in reaction to what he was doing to her was so hot.

He had never seen Sherry in this light before but he was glad he was now. It was almost like a dream for him. He'd wanted her for a long time. As he ate her out he still made contact with the blue eyed woman. He could see in her eyes she wanted him too as she grinded into his mouth trying to get as much sensation as she could. He let her climb onto him sitting on his face and he began to pleasure her that way. She rode him as she would if she were on his cock and he could see he was driving her crazy.

She yelled out in a high pitch and said, "Jake, I'm close..." He hummed against her "Mmmmhmmmm,..." She cried out, "Ohhhh!" She had an orgasm, her walls getting wetter more and closing in as they pulsated. He flt the contractions on his finger. She panted, her face red and her pupils dilated. The contractions had been two in a row.

He pulled her to him and began kissing her. She feverishly kissed him back. "Jake...that was...wow...!" He grinned saying, "What do ya say, super girl? Up for round three?" She smiled back at him and put her hands on his abs feeling back down to his newly hardened cock.

She nodded. "Yes but start slow...you actually wore me out a little already," With that he entered her slowly. Her wet entrance welcomed him. As he looked down at her he thought she was so pretty. The way her hair looked it was partly in her blue eyes which all though she had seen so much and was now getting dirty with him still had a touch of innocence in them, to her sweet supple breasts, perky and erect, to her tummy which was flat and toned to her beautiful thighs to her pussy lips around his cock. She looked vulnerable in a way but maybe that was how she wanted it?

She breathed in as he began to penetrate the tight blonde. She let out a shaky breath as his cock oked through her dampening walls. He caressed her thighs rubbing them to make it feel good and get her used to the feeling. She had not had sex in two years. He had not in three. She hissed a bit sharply and he asked, "Did I hurt you?" She assured him, "Just a bit but its normal it'll pass in a minute."

He kept the pace slow and steady and she rubbed his muscles. She grinned biting her bottom lip. "That's better...take me Jake..." She stroked his cock even as it was inside her and also played with herself. "Jake the Snake..." For some reason this brought out a primal urge in him. Her calling him this made him want to fuck her brain out. She was teasing him. Then again, had she finally given him a suitable pet name?

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He went in a bit deeper and she softly whimpered, "Mmmmmhhh...fuck me, Jake..." She whispered in a shaky voice. I was not an act. Though again, he had seen many dirty movies with bad acting in it, he knew from her temperature and voice that she wanted him. He began to thrust a bit faster and her moans increased in volume and in speed. Her breasts bounced almost in sync with his testicles as they bounced into her as he fucked Sherry.

He cupped her breasts as he went in and out of her tight walls. This made her moans get even louder as he drove into her, the sensations turning her on more her slick cunt getting wetter with arousal. He took her left breast into his mouth as he mounted her while playing with the right teasing the hardened nipple with is fingers light touch. She cried out, "Ahhhh!" Jake grinnned and said, "I'll never get tired of hearing that!"

This kept up as he continued to pump the blonde while alternating between breasts. Her hands trailed from his arms, to his pecs and down his back squeezing his athletic toned buttocks. He breathed in a harsh sharp breath in surprise as he went in and out of her. She let him take over as he lifted her legs in the air. She squealed as he thrust into her more. "Jake...," She said between cries of pleasure. "Your cock is so deep..."

He was concerned asking, "You want me to stop?" She barely managed to say, "No...!" So he kept going his cock going in and out at the helmet slipping in and out of her pretty nether swollen lips. The sensation on his cock felt amazing. Her warmth was so welcoming and so wet. It was like a home for his penis.

Just then he pulled out and she breathed, almost in a demanding, annoyed voice, "Why...?" He asked her, "Have you ever tried doggystyle?" She had not. She'd had a few boyfriends and a couple of flings when she had been in high school and even in college even though in both cases she was also under the government's custody. She had been allowed to go to their place and sometimes an agent would wait outside of it when she slept over at a boys house but they could never come back to the places they had paid for her to stay in.

She'd always lived off campus. She managed to shake her head at his question and he instructed her. "Bend over..."She said, "You're not going to put it in my ass, are you? I'm not saying I won't do it with you but this is only our first time shouldn't we do that another day? Plus I've never done that and I heard it hurts."

He laughed. "No, it's just a different position but thank you for the consideration. And you do have a beautiful ass. And it won't hurt with me. It hurts only if a guy doesn't wait for her pace and use foreplay and lube," She raised her eyebrows at him. "You've done it before?" He said, "Yeah a long time ago. It only hurts if the man is stupid and I'm not, She lowered her eyes. "I know you aren't."

He assured her with a kiss in thee back of the neck. "Another time," He then added, "And it will feel good I'm going to make you come when I do," She smiled, "Thought you were going to do that now?" He kissed her neck more, smelling her peach scented hair."I'm going to but with that it'll be an ass gasm you'll get sensations in both holes."

She giggled, "Maybe we should do that now then?" He said, "We hardly have time for this. I'll take a rain check that way we can have more time and won't have C virus mutants after us," She teased him saying, "If you don't want to finish here can always get dressed and go..." He growled and slapped her on the ass. "No...we're doing this much."

He got her to bend over and began to enter her. He grabbed her arms from the back holding as he entered. She began to moan with passion again as he began thrusting inside of her. He spanked her ass and growled, "This is mine..." She breathed, "Do that again!" He smacked it harder and she yelped. He drove deeper into her and kissed her neck and he let go of her arms ad began fondling her tits as he went into her. This time she tried to match him, grinding into his Johnson giving him a run for his money.

He let out a guttural groan as her slick pussy backed up into him just as much as he was penetrating it. She smiled knowing in her mind she'd won a victory of her own ,getting to him as much as he had gotten to her. They were both crazy about each other. Yet neither could or would say it. Sherry wanted to but was afraid that he would not say it back. Jake anted to as well but he wasn't sure if he loved her or just liked her a lot or even was just fascinated and into her.

For now, the moment itself wold have to speak the same thousand words a picture would if the two of them would not. Jake squeezed her right breast and she backed up looking almost upside down at him as he fucked her and she kissed him from behind her, the two sharing a passionate and wet kiss. Their lips embraced and she put her arm behind her around his head as drove into her and that was an embrace as well as their genitals locked in a lovers embrace of their own.

Se moaned against his lips as they kissed and bucked their hips together, she rotating hers against him. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he pounded her moist hind quarters enjoying the feeling and in disbelief at how good her soaking wet womanhood felt against his cock. "Ahhhhh...!" She cried as he slid in and out of her. "Nhhh...fuck..." He growled.

He reached around to finger her even as he penetrated her deeply. He stroked her clit to give extra stimulation. He put his middle and index finger inside her and began to tap her sweet spot. She squealed as he did this moving faster on him which felt amazing on his cock and she was also trying to increase the feeling for herself not wanting to stop at all.

He grabbed her breasts with his left hand even as he fingered her with the right. He smacked hr luscious shapely butt hard too and she cried out again in shock and delight. He began hitting her G spot with his dick as much as with his finger which he had now moved back to tease her clit. She collapsed on the bed, her whole body glistening with sweat and she looked back at him, her eyes barely open just a pretty blue slit. "Uhhh...I want to get on top of you..." She said, with a wicked smile.

He let her do so and she lowered herself onto his manhood and began riding him at a slow pace. The blonde rotated her hips trying to get any and all sensation out of it.. She began to ride him faster and he thrust upward up into her. She dripped sweat as she rode him. He was sweating too. He loved the sight of her whole body moving as he fucked her. The sounds, the way the sweat glistened off her breasts, the way her tummy went in and out, the way her breasts bounced as he pumped her. She took his fingers in her mouth and sucked them.

He couldn't decide if his was weird or incredibly hot. Or both. Her juices had made his member wet and slick, her wetness all over his junk to the point of dripping even. She moaned against his fingers as she sucked them. He grunted and thrust up deeper into her throbbing cunt. He slid his fingers into her even as she rode him his palm facing upward. Sherry closed her eyes as she bounced up and down on his cock. He continued to push her sexual threshold. Her throbbing walls closing over his stiff fuck stick.

As he pounded into her sweet spot even more and rubbed her swollen clit even more and her swollen labia slid up and down on him, she began to squeal with pleasure even louder. "Unnnhhhhhh...! Mhhhh...ahhhhh...Jake...I'm close...I'm going to come..."

He panted and let out a guttural moan of his own but managed to say, "Me too...super girl...don't hold back...come for me sweetheart..." She squeezed him begging him, "Do it with me...you going to come with me Jake...? Hmmm?"

He increased the strokes of his fingers on her wet swollen folds as he punched in deeper into her throbbing mound. Finally, as her face flushed with color and her eyes dilated again she was there. Her cries were like music to his ears. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh my god...Jake...Jake...Jake...JAAAAAAAKEEEEEEEEEE!" She wailed almost a little too loud, making him hope no C Virus carriers were nearby their room as she closed her eyes and her orgasm came. Due to his well performed efforts the government agent squirted, her juices flowing from her pulsating hole like a broken dam. Her moans were constant and rapid and she grabbed him putting her arms around him and dug her nails into both his back and the back of his head.

Her damp pussy pulsated at least seven times possibly more as she ejaculated, soaking Jake's balls as well as his member which was already leaking pre cumhimself. "Fuck...Sherry...I'm there too..."

He pulled out of her and she fell back on the bed and he exploded as well, the load shooting out in about four white bursts on her stomach and waist. They both collapsed and panted in exhaustion. He found some paper towels since it was a hospital room, to clean up with. Minutes later they held each other, both hot, and sweaty but not caring as they snuggled under the blankets sleeping commando.

Within twenty minutes they were both getting tired. Just as he was drifting into a sleep, he heard her softly say, "I love you Jake..." He kept his eyes closed as though he were asleep and had not heard her. This shocked him. He had strong feelings for her too. Maybe he even loved her but he was afraid to say it. What if there was no time for them ever to express their love? To be a normal couple? What if the world was going to end soon? He did love her bu he didn't want to lose her.

Besides, the way he'd been raised the guy was supposed to say it first so he didn't know how to respond. He hoped he would not hurt her feelings by not knowing how to put his feelings into words and he also hoped she would not know that he was not entirely asleep. If she did know, or was angry she did not show it. "Men..." She said with a chuckle.

She kissed his cheek and whispered "Goodnight, Jacob..." Before nestling into his arms resting on his chest.

Within a bit more time passed by she was soon sound asleep resting on his chest, lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart beat. He looked at her sneaking a look with one eye. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. He realized that he wished he had said that he loved her back but now he did not want to disturb her. Instead he kissed her back as she had him when she had thought he was out like a light. She did not stir but she let out a soft murmur that sounded peaceful.

He did love her and he didn't know why she had always saw the good in him. ."I love you too..." He whispered but she did not hear him only unlike him, she was not pretending. He could tell by her breathing. He then found himself wondering. Did I just say that? Or only think it? He wasn't sure of either. He was sure he had just whispered it but what if he had only thought of doing it? Now he wan't even sure he said it at all even if in his heart and mind he meant to.

He frowned but he played her words over in his head. I love you. Good night Jacob...

Though it had infuriated him when Alex Wesker called him by his actual name and not Jake for short, he was touched by her saying it. It reminded him of the only other woman who ever called him that. His mother. With that, a single tear formed in Jake Muller's right eye.

Claire

She doubted it would work pulling the same trick she had back at the Paris Facility those years ago but it had. Steve had grabbed her and ran her out of the way. Now he had sped off to go and fight them. Claire, Leon, Ada, and the survivors from Atonwa's group began to fall back further into the building firing as the cops began to advance!

Captain Talbot was angry and armed with a shotgun. Jimmy fired at him with his own automatic weapon but the guy took cover behind a corner wall. He came out as Jimmy was retreating and reloading. He fired and the blast from the shotgun hit the guy in the back of the legs. He cried out as he himself got to cover. He peppered rounds at the advancing cops hitting three of hem but missing the Captain. Tashini cried out, "James!" She rushed to his side and she fired a dropped H&K UMP that one of the ALF women had dropped upon being shot herself.

She fired hitting at least one of the advancing US soldiers, possibly one of the 82nd boys."Come on! We've got to get you out of here!" He insisted, "I'm going to hold them back. You guys go on I'll be fine!" Victor urged, "You should go with the others. Me and Uncle will help back him up."

Atonwa eyed Claire saying, "That was brave what you did. I'm proud of you for that even If I don't know you. You're a good woman. Get to cover too. You're important to this war if you survived Raccoon City and what you say is true. You can help everybody else who doesn't know what these things are defeat them."

Jimmy made Tashini go and said, "I promise I';ll be right behind you. To the best of my abilities if I have to crawl back to you!" He took her by the head and kissed her. She kissed him back and said, "Okay...just don't get killed...please..."

With that, Atonwa, Jimmy and Victor fired from cover trying to hold back a barrage of at least a dozen advancing soldiers. Victor yelled, "Eat shit and die! You're the real fucking terrorists!" With that he tossed a pipe bomb. One Sergeant saw this and his blue eyes widened and he yelled, "Pipe bomb! Fall back!" He started to get his men to retreat but it went off and he and three other soldiers were caught in the blast radius.

It had blown the head of a female corporal completely off her body as well as the Sergeants left arm and right leg. The N.Y.P.D. goons and the FBI agents were alongside the soldiers. The Captain fired his shotgun trying to hit them as they fired from cover. The FBI also had riot shields too as did many soldiers. Atonwa was lighting a Molotov cocktail and he yelled, "You all brought this on yourselves! I asked for words before guns!" He tossed the cocktail after lighting the rag on fire and it exploded engulfing three soldiers in flames. They shrieked as the flames peeled the flesh from their face away.

Two NYPD cops and two Federal agents also advanced and Atonwa was already lighting up another. "This is all your fault! Your government has failed!" He threw it and this time caught those four ablaze as well. Before he could get back to cover however, Talbot fired the shotgun and part of the blast hit him while the rest of the pellets ht the wall near him. He was hit in the abdomen and the left side of his body near the rib cage. Victor screamed, "No! Hold on, we're going to get you help!"

Jimmy, though he was wounded, saw that the Native Elder was more wounded. "Take him back to the others but leave a couple bottles and the lighter! I'll hold these assholes back!" Victor was upset and in tears with worries. "You sure? There's a lot of them!" He nodded."I'm not just sure, man I'm HIV Positive!" Victor blinked. "It's a joke, buddy your Uncle is going to be fine! Just haul ass! That piece of shit cop shot me too I owe him for that!"

He said, "Besides, that freakish super human guy that saved that girl in the ponytail seems to be on our side and he can move faster than they can. He'll take out a good amount of those pricks. Just go! " Victor put his Uncle's arm around him. "Hey Victor! If I don't make it, let Tashini know I love her!"

Jimmy fished in his pocket for a piece of paper that had a few drops of blood on it. "Give her this...she'll understand..."

With that, they began to limp down the concentrated his fire on the cops. He'd run out of ammo for everything but his sidearm. He took an H&K MP5 off a dead cop. It was modified for sixty rounds. It even had laser sighting. He fished in the dead pig's pockets and found a pack of camels and for some weird reason, a bear claw doughnut in his pants. "Taking a little something extra from the company picnic, Herb?" He asked reading the name tag of the deceased officer.

He ate the doughnut as it might be the last thing he would get to eat and he lit up a cigarette. "You know I tried to quit smoking but you sons of bitches know how to stress a guy out," The cops were holding position. "The captain shouted, "We know it's just you, Jimmy! This is your last chance to drop your weapons and surrender."

Jimmy took a puff on the smoke and said, "What are you talking about? I got your buddy, Herb over here keeping me company! I gotta say, I don't know if he was taking donuts for his family of if he's eating for two. Then again looking at that gut he may as well be two people!"

The Captain shouted, "Don't fuck around, James! Your Irish machismo will get you nowhere but a toe tag! Last chance!" Jimmy readied the SMG and shouted back, "Fuck you!" With that he fired coming out shooting and he nailed a federal agent with a head shot letting off several rounds peppering the man's helmet. He aimed for the Captain and was about to get him but he was cut short as an N.Y.,P.D. SWAT Sniper in the back of the ambush fired down his sights at him He hit Jimmy in the forehead. The Hell's Kitchen resident, collapsed on the floor, his eyes wide open as he had been alive just a mere second ago and now lay cold on the floor with his brains leaking out.

Meanwhile, Victor and Atonwa tried to get caught up with everybody else. "You've got to leave me, son...I've been fighting my whole life. I was a member of AIM you know...long before I criticized them I was one back in the 70'...I was with our Sioux brothers and sisters at Wounded Knee II. I was with our people on the west coast t the Alcatraz occupation...I've been fighting but I'm too old now and I'm not going to make it."

Victor refused to give up and he put the wounded man over his shoulder. "You survived the feds back then you're going to now!" As they went forward suddenly a flash bang went off and Victor fell and dropped him. Both were blinded from it. The SWAT Team remnants were trying to attack from other positions. Atonwa could not hold his Rifle but still had a Glock 18. The older man fired a burst at one of the cops, nailing a woman in the throat even as she had hit him with a few rounds.

He also fired, hitting a male agent in the legs and as the man fell firing into his chest hoping to get through he body armor. The other agents fired on him and hit Atonwa in the chest. "Damn it!" Victor howled and he fired his AK variant and hit two of them in the knee caps following up with headshots and got through the armor of one agent. The others fired at him and he took a few rounds in the back but luckily his own vest protected him but he also caught a bullet in the left arm from a cop firing a police issue handgun.

Though Atonwa was not in cover and Victor was, Atonwa was near him. "Keep fighting...you will bring change to the land...and you...have to protect,...as many people as you can...from these creatures. By the Great Law cannibalism is forbidden...I will see you on the other side my son...but not too soon..." They held hands and Victor had tears in his eyes.

Just then more cops fired and he took a slud right through the left hand, which entered and exited. "Ahhhh! SHIT!" He cried out in agony. The rounds also hit Atonwa, and he took two more slugs to the abdomen. "He was a senior citizen you sack of shit! Fuck you!" Screamed Victor in feral rage. He ignored the pain in his hand and continued to empty the last twenty two rounds from his Assault Rifle trying to kill as many cops and FBI agents and SWAT members as he could. There were still more coming. Just then, as they were about to close in on him, Angel and Cheyenne came out firing.

Angel now had an AK-74 with a GP25 mounted to it. "He fired a grenade off and hit two agents sending them fling in the air, both on fire and at lest one of them missing limbs as he had been closest to the blast itself. "Rest of you motherfuckers wanna die, do something stupid, ok?!" He shouted. Cheyenne picked off two SWAT team members with head shots as she had set her AK to semi automatic to conserve ammunition more.

Just then, Angel was hit in the back but not by a gun but a grenade, a smoke grenade which knocked him over. An advancing agent had fired it and now They had several uniforms taking advantage of the surprise and their being caught off guard by the smoke. They had on gas masks. Just as they thought they all were screwed, a blur of speed crashed into the agents and began to sing them as though they weighed nothing.

It was Steve. He squeezed one man's head really hard and ripped it off, pulling his head and skull separate by a piece of detached spinal cord. The mess it left in the detached discarded corpse was pretty ghastly. "You all get a move on. I've got these guys."

Victor knew that unlike Jimmy, this was a promise this guy could make. As they ran down the hall still covering themselves but glad for the distraction, Victor was still grief stricken by his Uncle's death.

Meanwhile, Claire had briefly gotten separated from the group. She knew Leon and Ada were up ahead southeast from her position shooting it out with the National Guard as was Helena. She had one round left to use for the M79. She fired and hit three soldiers as they advanced toward her. They screamed as they were electrocuted. She drooped the M79 and kept her pistol aimed at hem to make sure they were out of commission.

Just then she was hit from behind by the butt of a rifle. A National Guard soldier, a man in his early thirties said, "Sayanara, bitch!" She closed his eyes as he fired but the round hit the floor near her causing her ear to ring. The guy was grabbed and she saw it was Steve who had come to her rescue. He was covered with blood and had clearly just slaughtered a lot of people just before he had saved her n the nick of time. The cop landed and got his sidearm out as his primary weapon was out of reach. He fired six shots at Steve's stomach and all of them hit but Steve kicked the gun from his hand.

He did not just kick it. He dislocated the man's shoulder in doing so. The man whimpered after screaming and Steve stomped on his shoulder as if to crush his bones to dust which he probably could do. Steve threw him against the farthest wall from him and the guy hit it hard breaking his ribs. He warned Claire, "Hey, I'm going to catch up to you later, I promise. I'm going to handle these guys first. Get yourself to safety, Claire. Back withe the others it may not be safe but it's safer than being alone. I'll try and lower these guys's numbers. Promise me!"

She said, "Steve..."He demanded, "Promise!" She finally agreed. "Okay I promise."

Before he went after the man and she went away she pulled him in and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you Steve... I love you..."

He kissed her back and said, "I know."

With that, they took off in separate directions. The wounded officer Steve had thrown cried, "He's...not human! Somebody get a rocket launcher!" Four soldiers came and started firing at him. He dodged the bullets with ease running on the side of the walls to avoid them. In his speed and their slowness he got the mask on he'd worn before tonight. He was not a monster but a human but tonight, the fearful powers that be needed a monster and since they were being monsters themselves, he was going to give it to them.

He had his Ipod and speaker which he set aside ad he turned the song Don't Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. A female soldier fired at him and he dodged and she shouted, "Music?! Really? Who does that?" He appeared behind her and said, "Somebody with a sense of humor and dumb enemies."

He kicked her and sent her flying. As he dodged the bullets the soldiers fired, he swung at one man sending him sliding back on the floor. More were coming of course but he had left a mess outside the Station too and there had been more out there so these people would be cake. As he attacked them, Steve sang along to the lyrics.

Meanwhile, Claire managed to get back to the rest of the group. Leon spotted her. "You okay?" She nodded. "You?" Leon said, "Yeah I'm fine. Where is Steve?"

The brunette sighed. "He's back there holding them ff. I'm sure he's going to be fine. I'm still worried though. For Sherry too. They went into the hospital for Helena."

He assured her, "I'm sure she's fine. She's in good hands," Angel, the guy from Victor's group said, "Which hospital? That's not safe, bro. Those places are being overrun by zombies. If they're safe now they won't be for long."

He then looked at Claire and said, "That thing you told us about surviving Raccoon City and Umbrella...if we make it through this I have something I need to talk to you about. Something I need to talk to you about," The look in his dark eyes said that it was trouble whatever it was was haunting him.

She said, "Sure, I'll try."

The newer ALF member ran back to help his comrades and Claire was given a new weapon by Leon they had salvaged off dead shooters but she could not help but wonder, Talk to me about what? What does he know about Umbrella?

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Okay that's all for now people I know it was a long update I will try to make it shorter but sometimes lemon chapters are longer that way. By the way do you all think I'm safe posting lemon chapters? I know the fan fic moderators say they don't want us doing that but then what's the point of the M rating? It's like an R rating for fanfiction! Why are people so anti sex? Fuck their puritan values. None of us would not be here if it was not for sex and for many of us we would not be here if it was not or "Fornication" ok? Enough with this suppression of free expression I thought we were over this with the petition to stop this but some authors still fear having their stories deleted and their accounts removed. It's a justified concern I don't want that happening to mine as much effort as I put in.

So to those of you who know seasoned lemon/smut writers or who are ones that may read this tell me am I in the clear?

So anyway i had to kill off three of my OCs and I feel the loss already I hope you do too I hope I made them likable and I hope I captured the mannerisms of the RE canon characters. Oh I meant to mention, the kind of noises i described for the lemon scenes IDK if i said this before but when i hear the females of Resident Evil moan when they get injured or when they're like moving a heavy object I have a dirty mind so obviously I get to thinking that is how they'd sound having sex so I tried to put that in literary form as best as I could from the sounds I remember from the games.

In any case I decided to have somebody besides Carlos from his village survive. What did you think of the lemon? What did Angel want to talk to Claire about? What do you make of Jake's interactions with Alex?

Are you glad Carlos and Jill patched up their old wounds as best they could for now? Also Sonya is visually inspired by Patricia Velasquez who actually is Wayuu she was in both Mummy movies. The first two the ones that didn't suck and ruin the trilogy that is.

In the next chapter, i will wrap up Chris, Jill, Sheva, Josh and co's time in Puerto Rico as they will soon be needed back in the mainland.

Also what i said abou P.R.'s name is true. That's why I hate Columbus Day and frankly, Thanksgiving too. I actually fasted 24 hours and i do every year now in mourning.

Anyway, all bullshit aside I hope you enjoyed the ride. Do you think Hunnigan is ok or in hot water?

Stay tuned and please R&R the more detailed on what you like and think needs improvement, the better! I apologize ahead of time for typos I tried to edit as much as I can but I'm no beta reader or writer so I may miss a few. I even originally named the Elder Atonwa Danyen and i mostly tried to edit that to the new name (Daniel is like the Mohawk variant of the western name Daniel and Atonwa is the same thing for Thomas) but if i missed a few instances in this chapter or any other please tell me!

If you have constructive criticism be specific about where it is please so i can fix it :P

and like i said if you have things you like be descriptive and detailed as well. Reviews are like sex. The longer the better! Also, I had the Blue Oyster Cult song be symbolic of the fact that Steve used to be called Grim when he was an assassin for Wesker. I first heard that song in an episode of Supernatural. Which honestly I mad do some fan fics for that too and walking dead I'm not sure yet.

We'll just see.

Nia Wen For your support!

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