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?

12. Capture

OK I decided to get right back on it so here is chapter twelve. Enough said.

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Billy

Once again he owned the redhead his life. Billy and Reggie limped to cover. He had seen ALF members drawing a bead on him but somehow Rebecca had some kind of sway with the guy who had almost killed them both. Reggie demanded, "You know that girl, boss?"

Billy told him., "You're the only other person besides her who knows who I really am. Remember that thing I told you about back in 1998? That woman that cut me a break? That was her, Reg. She's with the BSAA. That group we encountered earlier."

Reggie whistled, even despite his wounds, he had his sense of humor and his wit. "Damn, bro she's cute! How the hell did you ever let her get away?" Billy chuckled as they stopped to rest once they got behind some cover behind a Humvee as they were back behind friendly lines. "She let me get away. She is a cutie pie though I agree. I always had a thing for red heads."

His friend and fellow Marine said, "You know I always thought you were full of shit about flesh eating cannibals! I always thought you were just another soldier bull shitting me with war stories but you're the real deal, dude! I can't believe it! Up until a few days ago didn't know shit like this existed! If this Umbrella group is still around and funding these terrorists then we need to catch them and hold them accountable!"

Billy said, "Yeah, I wish I was wrong but I'm not. Then again, if it weren't for these zombies I would have been dead by now. In a way they more or less saved my life. As strange as that sounds. I've been hoping to run into her down the line. I thought she was dead. She was headed for a mansion I think, when we split up. I later started hearing about Raccoon City and that mansion the next couple of months."

Reggie and Billy were helped to their feet by a female Marine who yelled, "Corpsman! We got two wounded men here that need medical attention!" Reggie was helped to his feet as was Billy. "Shit, boss! You found her again. When this is all over, you should look her up, date her and marry her. If you went through as much as you say you did together, that's enough to have a bond that nobody else really understands!"

Billy rolled his eyes, annoyed by Reggie's pushy nature. "If the Corps wanted me to have a wife, they would have issued me one!" Reggie snorted. "The man's got you too gung ho, sarge! When we get back to the real world I'm showing you how to have a good time. There's more to the world than just staring at it down the barrel of a gun. My pops was a Navy Seal and my grand daddy before him and they did it to fight for their country. I more or less signed for the same thing but I wanted to see the world!"

They were told to sit down. The female soldier said, "We have the Army trying to route the rebels from the North we're hoping to box them in. They may make a run for San Juan or possibly the countryside. We'll have choppers sweeping the area. It's just as well we're taking you two to San Juan anyway you both are going to need surgery to get those rounds out of you and you need to recover s fast as you can because we're going to need to head up to the mainland after this."

The woman said, "Congratulations Sergeant! You are now a Lieutenant! You've just been promoted. When we get back to the states,they'll probably give you a medal of honor."

Billy shouted, "I don't give a shit about that! My men are dying out here! If not from hostiles it's these damn zombies! Those guys in the B.S.A.A are all right! We did our jobs here we took out a god amount of the ALF leadership here we should leave the walking nightmares for the BSAA! That's what they're supposed to be for!"

The woman said, "You were talking to that red haired woman. Do you know her?" He nodded. "It's a long and complicated story. One I'm not getting into right now and you can go ahead and court marshall me if you want but I'm not doing it. The pont is, this isn't the first time she's aved my life."

The woman, who, Billy saw was named Barnes all though he did not know her first name said, "Well let me be the first to tell you I'm sorry to have to but your friend is involved in the attack. Bioterrorism. We thought it was just the ALF buying up chemical weapons from black market dealers but I did research on the BSAA. That whole cluster fuck in China and now what we have going on here? That's them releasing the virus into the atmosphere."

He did not believe her. "Why would they do that when their mission is to fight against that sort of thing? I know for a fact that they were against it. Anti Umbrella, the people who started it. I should know. I was there..." He almost slipped up so he quickly corrected himself. "I mean I remember reading about the newspaper stories. I had some friends in Raccoon, I even read some newspapers that came from the independant medias there, not the corporate ones involved in the cover up."

She sighed. "Be that as it may, that is what they are responsible for. A lot of those people were in the news back in 2003 trying to get Umbrella execs indicted but it didn't happen exactly how they thought it would. Now that Umbrella is gone they decided the biggest enemy to them is bio weapons period so they'll do anything to spread word against it so that pharmaceutical companies know. Even if it means attacking U.S. soil with bio weapons. hey used to be the good guys a few years ago but they haven't been for a while. I've done my research on the BSAA."

Billy questioned her. "What do you want me to do? Why tell me all of this?" She said, "We're going to need you to try and follow her. See what she can tell you. She must know something. Maybe she's even involved and if she isn't then she probably knows somebody who is. You should try and talk to her before we have to go after the BSAA. The National Security Association and Central Intelligence Agency has deemed them a threat to homeland security. We need to act on it before more places besides Oceana Aldea and New York have the same problem on our hand."

It was times like this he could just tell her who he was and what he and Rebecca had been through but he had a new identity even if it had never felt like his own. That was because it was not his own and it never would be. He told her, "I will not for any reason shoot her. I already was once asked to do something for my country that I didn't agree with before..."

She smirked at him as the corpsman began to clean and patch up both Billy and Reggie. "Sounds like you have the hots for her, Lieutenant I myself like a little mystery in a man and I don't suppose you want to tell me if you followed that order or not? Regardless of your feelings? This is national security we're talking about here. Ours is not to question why there's but to do or die."

He rolled his eyes at that. He said, "It doesn't matter what I chose to do. Regardless of the fact, the nature of the orders were not good and it didn't end well. For anybody especially me. I can't follow every order I'm given. I did that in Iraq too," In his mind he thought And in Africa...all though I did try and stop it. I tried to resist but it was no good and that nearly ruined my entire life.

Reggie grinned. "That's our boy, Cody. Always a rebel! We actually need guys like this in the service every bit as much as we do on Wall Street. He..." Reggie was cut off as automatic rounds nearby sounded off. They readied their weapon and Billy had dropped his Rifle on the way back during the battle but luckily there was a M27, the Marine issued Rifle and he grabbed it. There were thirty rounds in it and he found seven magazines for it on a dead Marine. These were new weapons in circulation they had had only just started making 60 round and other extended magazines. Barnes was hit with rounds to the helmet.

She fell over, in shock but had not been penetrated luckily however more rounds bombarded them and it hit her in the face, a round punching into her left ear and another hitting her in the cheek just to the left of her nose. The medic gave both Reggie and Billy a shot with something and Billy cried out, "Ah! What the fuck was that?!"

The man replied, "That's a pain killer and an adrenaline boost it should make your wounds irrelevant for now but you'll still need a doctor. More than I can do for you but it will have to..,.." he was suddenly hit with rounds in the chest but the vest protected him even as the wind was knocked out of him.

Billy drew a bead on the person doing the firing. It was one of those hostile things. Not quite a zombie but definitely not a human. The thing was wearing Marine fatigues which was unusual because he had noticed that most of the US infantry who had been infected in this town were zombies, either being caught in that blue gas he had seen which he assumed was another form of the T virus, or from a bite. Most of the towns people who were like these infected hostiles were either local rebels or non combatants. What was going on?

What had caused so many Americans to be zombies and yet these village people were somewhat sentient and were speaking Spanish? Then again, if there was a difference, then why was this man, who though was of Puerto Rican ancestry, was clearly a Marine? Why was he infected in the same manner as the rebels? What was the BSAA up to? Even if they were not the bad guys, like the late Barnes had thought, what did they know that he didn't?

Billy fired a burst of seven rounds, nailing the man between the eyes. The rounds tore through his skull and split it apart more so than he expected and the thing began to transform. "Jesus! What in gods name did they do to these people here?!"

Reggie fired his own Rifle, which was still an M4A4 and he yelled back, "I don't even know who 'they' are, man! Let's just stay alive long enough to find some answers! If I die it aint gonna be in Puerto Rico!" Reggie's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he saw what the fellow Marine had mutated into. It was reminiscent of some kind of beetle like thing but it was huge. Reggie backed up in fear, firing at least twenty rounds into the thing. "That thing is straight outta hell, C!"

Billy fired ten rounds into its center as well backing away from it. He pulled the pin on a fragmentation grenade and lobbed it into the thing. It exploded and the thing bled profoundly and its body began to shrivel and greenish bile like acid came from it. It went down. Billy spotted two ALF members who were now zombies. The thing about them was all though the locals tended to be more of the sentient type of zombie, there were also many residents of Oceana Aldea who were zombies as well.

It just seemed his fellow Marines were only getting the non sentient zombie side of the deal. What Billy saw next changed his mind immediately about what he thought he knew of these kind of zombies. He saw a zombies firing an AK-47, flinging it around sending rounds in any and all directions. A few rounds hit the medic, wounding him as a round got him in the right elbow.

The rounds also hit a few women that were non combatants whom the Marines were trying to evacuate. Reggie took him down with a clean head shot. A zombie rose up, and Billy saw it was the dead Marine he had taken his Rifle from. Billy did not understand this because he was pretty sure that guy had been killed by a rebel sniper about twenty minutes ago. The zombie charged into him and knocked his weapon from his hands, his breath stinking of decay and death.

Billy punched it trying to get him to release his grip and he did manage to keep the teeth away from him but it kept trying. Just then it did the unexpected and flung him against the Humvee. It unsheathed its combat knife and lunged at him, stabbing Billy in the left arm and going for his ribs. He grabbed the handle and uppercutted him back.

It still held the knife but was held off just for a second until it came at him again. It hesitated only a moment and Billy was going to use the opportunity to reverse the move and either plunge the blade into its throat or break his neck but he stopped as did it when he saw who it was. It was a guy he'd known. Townie. The wise ass from Boston. He was a smart mouthed prick but likeable and funny. Now he was a mindless flesh eating cannibal. He almost looked normally aside from his unnaturally milky white eyes.

It had been because he had been face down that Billy was not able to see who he was before after he'd been shot.

Townie lunged at him and he managed to dodge it, snapping back to reality and he caught the arm and snapped it with a swift move using his elbow to break his arm in two places. He took the blade from Townie and drove it into his forehead, the blade making a sickening crunch as it drove through the bone and blood splurted everywhere.

With that, the soldier fell dead, silently without anymore sound other than the thud as it fell. He checked the body for the wounds. He relieved him of his dog tags and he saw that sure enough, a Sniper bullet had gotten through his body armor as a big dark red stain had painted his armor and his jacket and had caked under in his white T shirt. he checked his abdomen and arms and legs for bite marks and he found one. A bite mark under a bandage on his right ankle. Goddamn it Townie...why didn't you tell me? We could have amputated it. It would have been hell but you could have lived.

He looked and saw one of those gas clouds coming. "Goddamn it, can't a guy get a break for once? Jesus!" The medic, a man named Lucas Silver, got into the Humvee which luckily had two mini guns mounted on the back of it. Billy and Reggie got on and said, "Alright, Silver! Punch it!" Hollered Reggie. "Beats the hell out of us walking!"

A nerdy private named Melvin Sanford was ducking bullets all though Billy was not sure if it was from rebels or crazed civilians. "Private Sanford! You're coming with us! We need somebody to feed us ammo! These things are everywhere and we got tangos in the perimeter!"

He said, "B...but sir...these people are being attacked by these things. Our men are being overrun!" Billy shouted, "That's an order! Unless you want to stay here and become one of these walking nightmares? Or dinner for them? I guarantee you you'll end up as one of the two. We survive, the rest died doing their duty for this country."

Even as Billy said it, he only halfway believed in it. He added, "They did their job so we can do ours. Come on!" As they got moving, Billy began firing off rounds as he saw some hostiles on dirt bikes coming after them. One of them was an ALF rebel and was steering the bike with one hand and peppering rounds from an MP5 at them. Billy was hit with rounds in the e stomach but once again that gold old body armor protected him though he was not sure when his luck would run out.

Billy fired hitting the guy in his chest and sent the thing flying off his bike. There were of course more of them and Reggie and Billy began firing. "Hey, C you ever wonder why these locals are able to operate vehicles and talk but us Americans can't? I mean I knew the rest of the world thinks we're all dumb but damn! I didn't think science would prove that shit!"

He chuckled at that. "I don't think it's that simple. Something must be going on that only the BSAA could tell me about. For now, we got orders to get to the hospital in San Juan but we're going to have to follow them like Barnes said! I don't want to interrogate Rebecca but maybe she can help fill in some of the holes on the things you and I don't understand! Did the village people get a different strain than we did?"

Reggie unloaded on a row of hostiles and hit four carriers. "Lieutenant Bowen you mean you actually know what this sickness is?" Asked Silver from the front. Reggie shouted to him, "Your job is to keep driving, man! Now I appreciate you helping us with our gunshot wounds but we can't do that if you don't key your eyes front and watch the motherfucking road so we can get to San Juan!"

Silver called back, "All right, Reggie, Jesus! No need to be a douchebag about it!" Billy knew Reggie had only reacted sharply to the corpsman because unlike anybody else Billy had ever served with, aside from his team mates in Africa, Reggie knew what had really happened. Not only all those years ago but after the death sentence as well. He saw the importance not only of getting answers from Rebecca and the BSAA but also reuniting with a woman he had dreamed about for years.

He normally dreamed of either dead Iraqis, Afghans or Africans and that was his usual nightmares but when he did have good dreams they were about the red headed girl. Just then, a few carriers jumped from their bikes onto the vehicle and Sanford got out his sidearm, the M9 and began firing at all of the attacking carriers. One of them swung a hammer at him and hit him in the shoulder and he cried out in pain but unloaded five shots into his stomach and pistol whipped him sending him dropping from the vehicle to the sandy roads.

A carrier of Afro Caribbean descent, clearly infected by sight of his eyes, fired a pistol at Billy. He was once again covered but he took a round in the left wrist which grazed him but it hurt like hell. "Damn it!" He unloaded on the man and the powerful .50 caliber rounds tore the man's head apart and it exploded into pieces and the headless torso fell along with the bike. He fired at three other bikes, raking them with rounds. "You want some of Uncle Billy?! Come get some! Hoo Rah!"

Private Sanford asked him, "Who's Uncle Billy?" Shit! "I was quoting General Sherman. Famous general in the Civil War. Now shut up and keep feeding us, Sanford!" He lied. As he fired at more oncoming biker hostiles, he cried out as his hands were burned from the hot weapon as it overheated. "Sir, you've got to give it a minute for it to cool off! I thought you knew that!"

Reggie carefully picked his shots aiming at the tires of one of the bikes. "Don't worry, man! I got you covered until you're copacetic again!"

Just then Silver swerved to miss something in the road. The vehicle was about to flip over and Billy shouted, "We've got to jump out, Reggie! This things gonna crash!Come on, Sanford we gotta go!" Billy and Reggie jumped out and Sanford fell out rolling. The Humvee rolled down hill and Silver crashed before he could get out. The vehicle flipped over a few times as it rolled.

It rolled into a couple of shanty town infrastructures and left destruction as it tore through the houses. Billy got up, the wind once again knocked out of him but he just waited until he could breathe again. Reggie got up too his Rifle ready for action. He went to the crashed vehicle. "Yo Silver! You all right, brother?" He managed to get the vehicle door open despite the whole thing now being totaled but he discovered Silver's neck had been broken in the crash. "Damn...I'm sorry Sil. I'll make sure this wasn't for nothing."

He made his way back to Billy and Sanford. Sanford had landed wrong and had a compound fracture in his leg. "Goddamn it! Reggie where's Silver? Is he okay?" He shook his head. "Negative lieutenant. He was killed in the crash."

Billy cursed. "Well that's just fucking great! We're going to have to pop his bone back in his leg ourselves then and hump our way over to some friendlies because we're not staying here!" The popping of automatic fire sounded off and Billy spotted two rebels firing H&K MP5's. One of them had curly hair and facial hair and tan skin, with hazel eyes. The other, was Afro Caribbean, his hair cut short, his face a combination of Amerindian and African ancestry. They were not infected but they were hostiles.

Reggie luckily spoke some Espanol as there were many Mexicans and Puerto Ricans in Atlanta where he was from. "

No queremos ningún problema! Tenemos un hombre herido. Nosotros en nuestro camino y que nunca vimos unos de otros."

(We don't want any trouble! We have a wounded man here. Just let us on our way and we never saw each other!)

The rebel soldier growled, "Los Americanos!" He fired at them and hit Reggie in the body armor but wounded Sanford even further as one round hit him in the left ear but had only wounded him and had not killed him but it did shoot off part of his left ear. The rounds also hit him in the right arm and part of both of his legs. The soldier shrieked loudly in pain as a round hit the wound n his broken leg. Billy aimed for the man's head and carefully fired and hit him with a five round burst to the forehead. The other man cursed in Spanish.

Billy fired hitting him with rounds in the abdomen before he could retreat. He went down, blood staining his back. The man looked up at him and said something he did not understand. "

Adelante y matarme estúpida basura blanca. Puedes matar a todos nosotros pero trajo esta plaga aquí y lo morderá todo lo que los americanos en el culo..."

The man was defiant as he lay on his side, entry and exit wounds bleeding as the rounds had come out of his chest. "No me importa lo que piensas. No empezamos esto... Sé que el gobierno de Estados Unidos trajo esta enfermedad. Usted es sólo un peón..."

Billy fired a finishing shot into the back of the man and he let out a death rattle but his head rested against the ground. Reggie got to his feet and yelled, "Goddamn it, Boss! I lost my weapon in the truck this time! First you do now I do?" He then rushed to the side of his fallen friend. "Hang on San, we're going to get you some help, baby! Just stay strong!"

He gritted his teeth. "It fucking hurts...!" Growled the Marine. Billy checked the soldiers for intelligence. They had nothing on them but ammo. He spotted a rebel soldier fighting fist to fist with a Marine about thirty yards away. Billy contemplated shooting him but the risk of friendly fire was too much.

The highly trained Marine was doing a lot of damaged but the rebel was not giving up. Both had cuts on their face. Just then, another Marine, a man named Joseph Chu ran up. He was Korean American and had beady eyes and a flat nose and he was kind of an asshole but he was still a competent soldier. He'd always tried to keep the jokers and hecklers in their squad in line. Like, Billy, he was a Sergeant only now Billy had been promoted to Lt. Only now, Joseph was freaked out.

He had dirt in his hair and on his face and blood on his uniform. The majority of it was enemy blood but Billy could see he had a fresh wound on the back of his left shoulder from a rebel bullet. "We've gotta get out of here, Cody! Reggie, where's the rest of the crew?!" Reggie yelled, "We're being cut to pieces! We can't handle these tangos and the biters! We need an evacuation plan! We might be the best of the best but I didnt sign up for this shit and I know we were never trained for it!"

Joseph shouted, "That blue gas is fucking everywhere! I keep running and it seems to be following me! I would rather get my ass blown away by the Amerindian Liberation Forces than have some undead abomination make me his dinner!"

Billy grabbed him by the collar. "We've got a wounded man, Sgt! Our team may be falling apart but even if there's only four of us left our orders are still the same! We have to hold the line until evac gets here!" Billy noticed the Marine in the hand to hand fight roll away, blood running from his nose, his dagger in hand. The Indian warrior was crawling, a cut on the side of his head. There was a dropped pistol within reach. The Marine yelled, "No!" He was about to stab him when the guy fired the pistol but not at the Marine. He shot a zombie in the head and rolled away as more were coming.

The soldier, who Bill saw was from another platoon and who had a name tag that read Larson yelled, "Fuck it, man! We got bigger fish to fry!" The guy likely did not understand him but the two ceased fighting each other and got their respective weapons and began to fight the horde that was attacking so even if the man did not understand English, the message was received all the same.

Joseph yelled, "That gas is here! Fall back! Everybody fall back!" He fired his Rifle like a mad man shooting at any and all zombies, freshly made as fleeing civilians were caught in the blue fumes. Billy turned to Sanford who was choked by the gas. Billy and Reggie ran from the gas as fast as they could. Billy retrieved his sidearm and began shooting any and all deformed soldiers be could see. He spotted a female Marine with battle scars on her face that was now a zombie risen.

He fired a head shot through her forehead and she went down. He fired seven shots at a zombie emerging from the gas hitting him with bullets to the armor. The rounds had no effect on the guy but Billy aimed for his neck and fired three shots. The rounds hit it and it bled fast and in great amount, seeming to empty a pint of blood from just that. He put another round in his temporal lobe.

He shouted, "Aim for the head, guys! They may be brain dead but they're still outfitted like the Corps intended so be careful!"Reggie discharged his gun a bit recklessly but at least he was firing head shots and not body shots. As he dropped a second zombie, he yelled, "Uh, Bi...I mean Cody...we're losing men over here! These things are everywhere and they're overrunning us!"

Just then, a zombie lunged at Reggie. He barely was managing to hold him off. He tried to shove him back but the thing was strong. "It can't be!" He gasped, clearly recognizing in him somebody Billy could not see from the angle he was at. "This motherfuckers got my gun!" He cried as it was wrestling the gun from him and had the better grip on it. Billy aimed and fired a shot in the back of the head. The shot went down a bit due to his hands being shaky. He knew he needed to steady them.

He hit the man in the back of the neck. The zombie went down and Reggie gave him an ax kick to the torso. With that, Billy walked up seeing the man twitching as he bled, his spinal cord revealed from the entry wound. Billy kicked him over with his boot and Reggie was still in disbelief. "Can't believe it...he was just alive and talking less than a minute ago!"

It was Sanford. He'd been caught up in the gas and turned. Billy muttered, "Goddamn it. Can we ever get a break here?" With that, he saw a female zombie, this one a local with a bob cut hair style a violet top and blue jeans shorts with black sandals. She had blood around her mouth and on her arms. He fired a shot into her left eye and she hit the ground with the others. He picked off a few more with the remaining rounds in the Beretta before he needed a fresh mag.

Reggie cursed, "We're losing too many guys, boss! We need a way out of here but these freaks are tearing our team apart! It seems like everybody we knew that's in uniform got bitten, shot or gassed!"

Billy also lamented. "I know! I'm beginning to think by being a Marine these last eight years, I've been wasting my talent! Fuck! I can't believe they got Sanford and Silver! Duncan's gone too. Those were some of our best men! Bravest soldiers I'd ever known!" It was true. They had been in Iraq with him and Reggie and had been good people but Reggie had been the only one he'd ever really confided in about his past.

Reggie had never been to Africa before but had always wanted to go. Seeing as he was African American, in a way, it felt like a weight off his shoulders to have told him about the twenty three killed in Africa. He had not judged him for it. Billy was not directly guilty. He only was in the sense that he did not stop the slaughter but then again, he had tried to. Reggie had assured him, he was not at fault and that had given him some peace as far as that but not enough. There was still unfinished business in terms of the asshole who had ordered the assault.

All though the virus was fucked up and what was dead should stay dead, in a sense Billy owed his life to it. Otherwise he would have been executed as planned. The soldiers escorting him had been killed but sadly the Major who had him arrested in the first place had not been. Billy would have loved to see that prick get torn apart by either dead humans or even the infected dogs he had seen back on the train.

He told Reggie, "This was never this out of control even when I was back near the Arklay Mountains! I'm not selling that short but this is way worse. We didn't have this gas chemical form of the virus. I should have joined the BSAA! All this time I thought I was fighting for the right people, even after the Corps betrayed me!" It was ironic too because despite the betrayal, being a Marine was all he would ever be good at. It was all he was.

This was why all though he had fucked plenty of female soldiers after lights out, he had not had a real relationship. He had never had much of a real job and to even think he could ever be a father was out of the question. All he knew how to do was fight even if he did not know what he was fighting for anymore. Or if he ever had for that matter.

Civilian life was a joke to him but at the same time, ever since that fateful night in 1998, he had thought of the red haired woman. He had wished that they had met some way under other circumstances. That he could have known her the normal way a man and a woman were supposed to.

Just then, they heard Joseph scream. Billy turned to see that a pack of zombies had gotten to him. Billy aimed for the head, picking them off one by one. His neck had been ripped open and there was a piece of tissue in one of the zombies mouths. Joseph screamed, as he bled. Billy aimed his Handgun at him and said, "Sorry, brother..."

He pulled the trigger.

Just then, there were more zombies coming and Reggie got out his Handgun to conserve Rifle ammo. Reggie fired the M9 three times, hitting a male soldier looking to be a colonel as he was certainly older than they were. he hit him with two rounds in the neck and he collapsed. He was still moving so he fired another shot into his temple to finish him off.

Just then, Billy saw Joseph being overrun by some of those hostile villagers that were full functional. He was firing his M4 variant and rounds hit one of the carriers in the face, blowing their brains out all over the rest of them but a civilian with a pitchfork, looking to be a farmer from the outskirts of Oceana Aldea, rammed the farming tool into the back of the Marine. Joseph screamed in pain and blood came from his mouth. The man kicked him from behind and forced it deeper. Another carrier approached the wounded Marine and had a power drill. Billy frantically fired at the pack trying to get through.

The man growled his yellow eyes flashing as he drove it into Joseph's temple. He shrieked like an animal in a slaughterhouse. The man gritted his teeth as be brought it into his right eye driving it deep into his socket. The blood was everywhere from his eye, head and back but they did not care. The soldier collapsed and Bill fired five shots into the majini with the drill.

The man went down and Billy put three more in his back. Reggie fired a shot into the chest of the one with the pitchfork. The man growled either pain or annoyance but the latter seemed more likely. "Ambos están va a morir. Recuerda mis palabras ... usted no va a vivir una larga vida..."

Reggie shot him between the eyes. "No Hablo Espanol, motherfucker!" The crimson looked strange next to his glowing yellow eyes. Reggie fired another head shot to finish him. Billy could see the one he'd shot was not dead from the shot. He stomped on the bullet wounds in his back. This had some effect as he heard a snapping sound but he did not get to see what he had done as a carrier grabbed him. Billy grappled with the guy, a tanned Caucasian guy.

A female nun, creeping Billy out with her own eyes, walked forth with a syringe in hand. Reggie tried to help but he was seized by a local; of Asian descent. Reggie tried to kick him off but was thrown to the ground, the carrier of similar height to him. A carrier with a machete walked toward Reggie and Billy was clearly about to be injected with something. He dropped his weapon and fumbled to grab his knife but he couldn't get it in time...

A shot rang out and the nun was hit in the side of the face. Another rang out and hit the man after Reggie. Then automatic fire sounded off and all eight of the carriers went down. He looked to see Rebecca Chambers holding an Assault Rifle. She was like an angel that had saved him. For the second time in one day, the first not happening too long ago.

An angel with red hair, a hot body, an Assault Rifle that looked too biog for her to carry, and green BSAA fatigues but an angel nonetheless. She approached him. "Are you okay, Bi...I mean...Cody...?" He couldn't help it. He wrapped her in a hug. Her blue eyes went wide with shock but she slowly wrapped her arms around him and wrapped her in her warmth.

Reggie got to his feet. "It's okay, lady. I know his secret. You can stop with the 'Cody' shit," Billy said, "Yeah, I am...thanks to you. What are you still doing here? I saw you guys blow up that base. I assumed that was supposed to be what was making these things. That's what my superiors told me on radio..."

Reggie was helped up by a Puerto Rican lady. He looked to the Captain of Rebecca's team who they had met before and asked, "Hey, chief...did any of ours boys make it? We can't be the only ones you found..."

Barry sadly informed him, "Afraid so, sport. About half of your boys got cut down in battle with the ALF and the other half got infected or killed by the infected. I know it's not easy losing team mates. I've lost a few of my guys tonight too. We both have a job to do. I'll cry when I'm done with my mission. You understand me, soldier?"

Though Barry was not a Marine and not a C.O. Reggie still said, "Yes sir. Semper fi,"

Billy was less implicit. "How am I supposed to continue our mission if all of our men are gone? We're both wounded and everybody above and below our ranks bit it in battle, like you said. We were told we needed to get air lifted to a hospital in San Juan. With as many bodies as they have pouring in, I don't know how soon we can get ourselves operated on and up and moving or if we even have time to do any of that."

e took a breath, exhaled and admitted, "I just failed our mission. We both did. We were supposed to round up all the ALF or put them down and now we can't do that. Plus find whichever ones of them hand in making these things."

Rebecca shook her head. "One of our guys infiltrated them. He was the guy trying to kill you. He's an SOA agent and he infiltrated the ALF. They're not behind it."

Billy sighed. "Are you sure?" She nodded. "We're going to get you two airlifted out of here. We have an evac chopper on the way. We still have some more work to do here but I'll meet you at the hospital when I finish here."

He was glad to hear it. "I do need these bullets out of me and some rest. It'd be good to wake up and have the first thing I see be your face, princess."

Sheva

They were nearly ready to get out of there. By a small miracle, they had managed to get many refugees out of there by helicopter both through other marines and Army rangers in the area and also from the BSAA's North and South American branch. Many of these who had lived in Oceana Aldea were on their way either to the USA or South America since many already spoke the language. The only place they likely would not fit in was Brazil.

She turned to Chris, "Do you think these people will be okay?" He wasn't sure himself. "I don't know, Sheva. I hope so but bio terrorism is a pretty big problem all over so I don't know that any place will be safe. All we can do is just try and finish p our mission here."

He spotted that red haired girl Rebecca walking back from a departing helicopter. "Becky, how's it going? You all right?" She nodded. "I was just getting Billy a lift out of here. I'm meeting him at the hospital in San Juan in a day or so. He said he might help us."

Jill approached Rebecca. "You like hi don't you?" She flushed and lied, "No... he's just a friend. He helped me survive before the mansion incident. We teamed up. That's all."

Chris crossed his arms. "All right, Rebecca. Well, we have to clean up here, first. Barry, what are you guys going to do?" Barry hefted the AA-12 ready. "We've got to clear out as many of these damn B.O.W's before the drones get here and HQ sends in a few bombers too."

Chris nodded. "Just like Lanshiang, huh?" He looked at Sheva and Jill and Josh and then said, "All right, well we'll help you to the best of our abilities."

There were many J'avo still in the area. Sheva reloaded her Kalashnikov and said, "Ready when you are, partner," Jill nodded, and added, "We're with you, Chris,"

There was still a lot of J'avo out there. They were up ahead. Chris went toward them to route them on sight. He fired five shots with the Sig and hit one of them in the head with four shots, the head exploding. He re selected a new Rifle as he was out of ammo for his and it needed to be cleaned but there was no time for it. He took a Heckler & Koch XM8 light weight Assault Rifle.

He had four thirty round mags and two one hundred round C mag drum magazine. Plus the thirty round mag he had in the weapon already. He had a sharpshooter scope for it as well as an M320 grenade launcher that he could mount onto it.

Sheva had upgraded her AK to an AK-107. Jill still had the same kind of Rifle but she got ammunition for it as she had been running low. Josh got an AN-94 because he had lost his Assault Rifle in an explosion, the weapon being trapped in flames.

The B.O.W began to mutate based on the trauma Chris had done to its head. He rolled his eyes as he got the Assault Rifle out. "That never gets old," He muttered. Sheva began to fire her AK-107 at the thing too. It was a Glava Sluz. It spit its vile slime at her and she cried out as it burned her arm and she struggled to free herself. A J'avo with a cattle prod zapped her from behind. Her cries were silenced as she was shocked her voice catching in her throat.

Josh fired his AN and hit the thing with rounds in its center. He finished it off with rounds to the head. Chris hollered both to Sheva, Jill, and Josh as well as to Alpha Team, "Frag out!" He lobbed it at the feet of a pack of J'avo, at least five in total. It exploded killing three of them, dismembering them and the last two were wounded, one of them crawling around on one leg. Jill finished off that man, using her knees as a weapon jumping on his back.

The other wounded one, was missing an arm but was still getting up and picked up his hatchet he was using, even as he lost seemingly gallons of blood by the second. Jill, in a quick motion, almost as though she were an American ninja, threw her combat knife at him from where she was on the ground. The blade entered the side of the left temple and the man bled for a few seconds standing there before collapsing on the ground.

Alpha Team was cleaning up both the J'avo and C virus zombies all around them. Rebecca was showing a lot more fierceness than what Chris had seen back at the mansion. Sheva followed her partner and suddenly he stopped in his tracks as she saw a man in BSAA fatigues with his boot on the back of a man who was also BSAA. The man was from the European branch but like the locals was speaking in Spanish. In this case, begging. The man standing brought his boot down on the man's throat.

He crushed him under his weight. Chris called to the man, "Piers! What the fuck are you doing?!" The agent turned around and Sheva realized that was who it was once he had turned around. "Chris...it's been a while, old partner. I'm not sure how long though..."

Chris was shocked, "You actually remember me?" Piers nodded. "Of course I do. Well, bits and pieces. A lot of it is still a blur but I remember the parts that count. Me, pulling you from a bar in Eastern Europe, us watching our whole team getting massacred in Edonia, me sacrificing my life for you to stop that thing from destroying the world."

He stared at his old partner down the barrel of his handgun. "Why are you doing this, Piers? You were supposed to be one of the good guys. Why would you switch sides for Neo Umbrella or the Family or whoever the hell it is you're working with?"

Piers said, "You just don't get it , do you, Chris? We can't win this. Not like this. I saw too many of my teammates die. I held it together back there and I thought I might get out alive but when I had no choice I did what I had to do. I didn't expect to come out of this alive but the thing is I wasn't meant to die down there. I was made for something greater.. I thought I found my purpose in the BSAA but that wasn't it."

Chris disagreed. "You were a hero, Piers. You are a hero! I stayed with the BSAA because of you. It was what you would have wanted. I stayed to honor you. I thought you could have taken my place because you're like I am but you were right. Then again so was I. You can use your abilities for good. Don't let that bitch get inside your head!"

The younger man sneered. "You mean like you let Ada get into yours? Come on, man. You were a wreck for months and I had to clean up after you. You let one spy almost destroy you, Chris. That's not who this woman is to me. She's somebody offering me a new way. I can still do my job, Captain Redfield,"

The very title seemed to sting Sheva's partner, reminding him of old wounds and tearing open the scabs that were nearly healed into scars and it all bled out. It bled out the negative energy she could feel coming from him, it bled out his sense of failure and loss due to the deaths of every SOU agent on his team in Edonia.

Sheva decided to chime in, "How exactly does joining a murdering psychopath like Alexia Ashford help our cause? You don't even know if she's with the Family or Neo Umbrella!"

He seemed to have contempt in the glare he shot her. "For your information, not that it';s any of your business, I can get close to Alex Wesker. I can overthrow him. Chris, it used to be you who was the only one who can ever stop Albert and you did. Alex is the same way but now that's on me."

Jill stared at the man down the barrel of her G36. "Just how many people would have to die in the time that it took you to rove yourself to these terrorists? Did you even consider that in any part of your elaborate plan?" The young agent smirked. "You're one to talk, Valentine. You think I don't know what you were up to when you were working for Wesker?"

Chris, without Jill being in ear shot, because he was honest to all of his partners, had told Sheva what Albert had done to him. Sheva could see tension in Jill's stance as she could almost predict that he might go there. Sheva felt it too. A bad feeling in her belly. Surprisingly, it wasn't where he was going with it. "You assassinated countless people for that asshole. Infected just as many. Your hands are as dirty as mine. Plus you and brown sugar tits over here might have been his partner before me but I was his best, I was his most dedicated. I got him off his ass. Where were you when he was pissing his talent away in bars? You're supposed to be the woman he loves most. Why didn't you console him?"

Jill ,m though it was not as bad as what she'd thought he'd say, responded sharply, "I didn't have control over my own body. I barely had control of my own mind. Everything I did I didn't do voluntarily..." Sheva detected that she had implicit meaning behind her words. "But," She continued, "I did my best to make up for all the lives I took. Considering the end result in Kijuju, it was bad but we took down the terrorists. For the first time in years, I was able to sleep at night for once. I'm not proud of it but it got me to where I am now. And just so you know, I did die for Chris. I took a swan dive out of a window for him. If that's not love, I don't know what is!"

Both Sheva and Chris looked at Jill with shock. Though she knew they were close and likely an item, it was still not something she expected to here. She figured Chris and Jill would be the type to always put their job above a relationship and would never admit their feelings for each other. Sheva herself had feelings for Agent Redfield. She had ever since Kijuju but she had never exactly been able to figure out what they were. Was it love? Lust? Admiration?

Piers shook his head. "Rationalize it all you want, Jill. I died for this man. I gave my life for him. I became a freak just to save him and the world. I saved him, so he could continue saving the world. You know in our line of work, the job is never done! There's always some other terrorist selling weapons on the black market! Humanity is fucked and we need a new strategy. I maybe a monster but I'm a monster who can use his abilities for good. Even if it means I have to do some bad along the way. You just said it yourself, Agent Valentine. The ends justify the means!"

Josh, who had been mostly silent until now said, "Yes but the difference is that Jill could not control her body. When Chris last saw you today, you could not remember him but now you are completely sentient and you know what you are doing. If you kill even a single person for Alexia you will not be like Jill or Chris or Sheva but like Ada Wong, Wesker, and Simmons. Is that what you want?"

Chris added, "Piers, you are not a monster. Even when you injected yourself you were still human. Even if you didn't look it you were protecting your partner. You even put me in the ejection chamber when you thought you were losing control. You gave your life. That was a selfless and human act. It's not too late to turn back!"

Piers turned his back to them looking upon the ocean. "Jill, you may have 'died' for him but you didn't become a monster for him. You became a virus carrier against your will. I read your file. First your Raccoon City encounter with the Nemesis prototype and then Spencer's mansion in 06'. You're a woman who makes due from the worst situations and I respect that. I'm the same way. But now, this thing I've become...it's only a matter of time before my humanity is gone. I'm a ticking time bomb and I need to get close to Alex before I explode."

Sheva pointed out, "I almost fell out of a plane trying to help him. This isn't a competition, Piers. We're all there for Chris in different ways. None of that matters now. There are people with their lives on the line. If you want to help them, then do it but if you're going to do what you say you are, we have to stop you."

Piers talked to the young African agent. "You can try to stop me. You won't succeed. I just took out an entire team of SOU agents from Europe. I even saw a couple of these guys back in Edonia and China. You think I can't handle four washed up SOA agents?"

Chris begged his ex partner, "Piers, I'm begging you, don't do this!" Piers began to transform back to the form he had seen him in back several months ago;. "I'm giving you an order, Piers! Knock it off! I don't want to kill you but I will if I have to!"

Piers turned around, transformed into the monster that of the four of them, only Chris had seen before. "Orders...? We're way past that now, old partner."

He charged at them and Chris fired his pistol several times hitting the man in the sternum. Chris went for his Assault Rifle but before he could fire, Piers sent a jolt of electricity at him. Chris cried out in pain and crumpled to his knees. Sheva fired her AK-107 and the rounds went into his back. The bullets did not penetrate at first but as the African agent kept the rounds concentrated on the same place she saw blood as the Kalashnikov rounds penetrated flesh.

Josh attempted to flank him, firing his AN-94 from behind, and he flanked the man in the side rounds hitting Piers in the kidney. Josh had a scope on it too and he let off twelve rounds hitting Piers in the face. The man bled profoundly from the wounds but did not stop his attack.

Piers had a squid like appendage. He discharged electricity from it. He grabbed Josh and flung him to the ground with it. He zapped the man with electricity. Josh cried out and shook as the electricity surged through his large body. Chris aimed for the head as well. He fired, letting off ten rounds at him. Piers came running at him and he slashed him while electrocuting him at the same time. Jill fired putting distance between herself and him.

Sheva did the same staying near Jill knowing that while he was still mortal, she was at least somebody who still had the virus in her body. Just then, Piers dropped to his knees and cried out as he began to mutate even further. Chris, still shaking from the electricity and weakened by it, managed to barely get to his feet.

Jill spotted a Sniper Rifle about fifty feet to the east. Sheva covered her with rounds from her Assault Rifle, emptying the remainder of the sixty round magazine into the BSAA agent. Piers swung his arm and sent a bolt of electricity at her. Sheva cried out as the shock wave coursed through her body and she collapsed. It took her a bit to recover enough to get up again. He was standing over her before she could and snarled, "Partner...what would you know about sacrificing it all for a partner?!"

He started to bring his boot down but Chris tackled him and though Piers had super human abilities, aside from his mutated arm he still more or less weighed the same, maybe a bit more but not by much so Redfield was able to flip him to the ground and follow up with a kick in the back of the head. "Sheva almost died for me too and she would have if I hadn't almost given up my own life to save her she was ready to go flying out of the back of an aircraft and die if it meant taking Wesker down too. Jill and Sheva have both risked it all!"

Chris backed up a bit but got his XM8 trained on the mutated SOU agents head. "If anything, Piers, right now you're more like my old partner Jessica because you're betraying the BSAA!"

Piers swung his good arm at Chris and send him flying back several yards. Sheva's partner landed hard. She managed to roll away to get to her feet and reload. Jill had managed to take the Sniper Rifle she had found. It had belonged to one of the SOU agents Piers had just killed before they found him.

She checked it for ammo. "Chris, the reality is, you always get a new partner because you're scared to be alone! But that's the cost of somebody like you. Notice how everybody around you dies? Ada Wong maybe a murderer and a terrorist but she was right. Your record for keeping teammates alive is terrible. Everybody around you dies one way or another and good old Captain Redfield always gets to live!"

Chris got up, in agony and weakened by the blow but he gasped, "Don't say that to me...I would have rather it had been me every time...every time it happened..."

Piers let out a sadistic laugh that didn't even sound like his own voice or like it came from the same person. "But it wasn't, Captain! You always get to live! It's really quite an honor, sir. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to be part of a proud tradition of sacrificial lambs for you, sir!"

He gave Redfield a kick in the side knocking him back down. Chris groaned, "I'm not the Captain...not anymore...I couldn't take it, Piers...after what happened to Piers I didn't want that responsibility...even in Lanshiang I didn't want to but I know I needed to...keep fighting."

He grabbed Chris by the throat and his other arm began to spark up. Chris managed to choke out the words, "If you have...such a problem with it...why did you save me...? Why did you sacrifice yourself...?"

Piers, with his deformed eyes looked into Chris's face which was turning red as a tomato. "I wanted to die while I was still capable of thinking for myself so I wouldn't attack you. I made a sacrifice for my team. I was willing to die with honor. Something you've never managed to do. Something you've always avoided. The difference is, I would have been okay with it if I had stayed dead. That would have been a fair trade but this is not natural. It defeats the whole purpose of me going down with that facility."

Chris rasped, "Not...my...fault..."

Piers continued and squeezed harder. "You may not see yourself as captain anymore but to me that's what you are. Just like Albert Wesker was your captain before he betrayed you. In a way, you killed him not only out of necessity but because he was no longer fit to be a leader, right? Well the same thing you did to get rid of your old Captain is what I'm doing now!"

Jill fired the Sniper Rifle into his back. This caused blood to come from his mouth and he dropped Chris. Chris gasped for air and crawled backwards like a crab trying to get away from the tyrant like creature that had once been a human being and in many ways still was. Sheva fired her freshly reloaded weapon on top of Jill's Sniper fire.

It was a Desert Tactical Arms Stealth Sniper Rifle. She fired a second round into Piers's back. She stared through the scope getting ready for a third this time aiming for his brain stem. As she pulled the bolt lever, she looked back into the scope but Piers was out of sight. He was right in front of her. Jill had not seen it but Sheva had. He had moved with lightning speed.

Sheva pulled the pin on an incendiary grenade. She roared, "Eat this you ugly bastard!" The grenade landed at his feet and moments later he was engulfed in fire. Piers screamed in what sounded more angry than pained. He burned black for a moment but the flesh regenerated slowly. He began to mutate however his flesh bulging out as he changed. His arm, his good arm began to change most and the bone structure shifted as his bone popped out. He was able to make it into a spear or a razor.

No, that wasn't it. It actually looked more like Wesker's limb in the blade like form when they had faced him in his final form in Kijuju. Sheva wasted no time, she aimed for his head, firing at his deformed eyes. Sheva ran up to Chris, and helped him up as he was still trying to breathe.

Meanwhile, Jill fired another shot, hitting him in the small of his back. She chambered another round and tried to focus on his other arm, the tentacle like appendage. He growled and jumped behind her. He began swinging his blade and she began to dodge it, running to avoid him but still firing the G36 at his more massive frame. Josh weakly reloaded his weapon and fired trying to flank Chris's old partner.

Piers slashed him as he came at him as well as Jill. Josh's left shoulder was cut open. He cried out loudly, his big white teeth glistening in the moon light along with the sweat along his skin as the Caribbean night arm was warm and humid. He held his wound with his right arm. He tried to ignore the pain and let go of the wound a moment, blood on his hand as well as dripping to the dirt as he fired more.

He swung his tentacle at him without a shock wave. Jill came behind him this time to flank him but he zapped her and he aimed directly at her scar where her p30 device had once been. Though it was long gone and she had only the scar as a reminder, somehow the electrocution was more intense there. She cried out dropping to one knee, trying to gather her energy to get back up again.

He stayed after Josh. He hit him with a jolt of electricity as well as a sweep from his limb knocking him back and increasing the shock wave. He said, "Captain Stone! I remember you...lost your entire team back in Africa, didn't you? Everybody dead but you, right? All of Delta Team just gone. Gee... it's no wonder you'd be helping Chris!"

Josh gritted his teeth in pain and anger. "Fuck you..." He growled, feral but helpless against the advancing stronger more powerful mutant agent. "Then again, the difference is, people still consider Chris a hero for some reason. Hell, even I did!"

Josh backed up but as he dropped his Rifle due to his injuries he began firing his handgun rapidly. "Then again, maybe that's because even while he was letting virtually all of us die, he didn't run from the battle just to save his own ass. In a way, he couldn't help it that so many died and he was powerless to stop it but you? You had a choice, Josh. You could have died with honor with all your men but you ran like a pathetic coward."

The bullets didn't stop him at all. Chris fired his Assault Rifle again, distracting him from Josh. The rounds hit Piers and went through the armor as well as hitting him in the hit him in the face and his old partner's head snapped back.

He sounded exhausted as he said, "Piers, I don't want to do this but I will kill you if I have to. We can still use you. We can use your abilities to help the BSAA. You're still able to think for yourself and that didn't change. You survived for a reason. Don't throw it away for your personal anger!"

Piers growled and he started to surge his limb. He launched another shock wave at Chris but he predicted it and rolled away and back onto his feet in a crouching position to fire. Piers growled and spat a few bullets from his mouth back at him nailing Chris in his vest but knocking him off his feet. He fired,still looking into the scope as he did. His chest hurt all though it had not gone through he still felt blunt force trauma.

Jill and Sheva fired, attacking Piers from two sides. Josh used a first aid spray on his wounds and got back in the fight as well. He lobbed a flash bang Piers and shielded his eyes. he took the opportunity to attack Piers as he was blinded by it.

He got his Combat Knife out and slashed piers's throat. The agent cried out in pain and Josh did it again slashing his already bloody neck. "Let's see how well you fight without your head attached!" Josh cried out. Piers flipped him to the ground and grabbed him, his bladed limb switching back into a no arm. He grabbed him by the throat and began to zap him with his other arm. Josh screamed, the electricity surging through his body, even his teeth lighting up as the jolts coursed through the large African male.

Piers then let go of him but hit him with a hard uppercut sending the agent flying toward the water, still sparking. There was a loud electrical discharge and it sounded off in the humid air as he connected with the water. cried out, "Josh!" She ran toward the man who had trained her.

Meanwhile, Chris had reassembled his Assault Rifle to have the grenade launcher mounted. He loaded it with Nitrogen rounds. Jill provided cover for him as he did. Jill's weapon ran dry and as she tried to reload, Piers appeared in front of her, his deformed face angry. He punched her in the face and took her Rifle from her. Jill struck him back as hard as she could, knowing she could hit harder than the others could due to the little bit of the virus she had in her.

She followed up with a combo of punches and kicks to the abdomen of the rogue agent. She dropped kicked him in his chest and followed up with a round house to his face, and his neck went off to the side. A single drop of blood formed on his lip. He grinned and grabbed her by the throat. He then heaved her about thirty feet from him and he transformed back into having a blade like limb on top of his tentacle on his other arm.

Chris fired twenty rounds from his fresh magazine. Sheva attempted CPR on Josh who was out cold. He had a pulse but it was weak and he was not breathing. Her adrenaline needle was not on her. She had used one on Chris already. She spotted her pack where she kept it, about fifty yards away. Why had she dropped it?

As she gave him chest compression's she begged, "Come on, Josh, don't give up now!" Chris fired his nitrogen round at Piers. The rounds stopped him or at least slowed him down. Chris fired ore of the rounds s, two, three more blasts of it. Piers was starting to freeze, his left leg breaking off as it froze.

Chris fired the last three and he froze in place. Chris aimed his Assault Rifle at him, switching back to the rounds on the XM8. He wanted to shoot him but he couldn't. Even as Piers was not a monster, even in his disfigured face, he knew somewhere under there was the man he knew before. Or maybe there wasn't but Chris still was not able to kill him out right because of the respect he had for the man Piers at one time had been.

Instead, he rammed his shoulder into his ex partners frozen tentacle appendage. He followed up by kicking it. It broke off and shattered in pieces. He rammed his Rifle against Piers's other arm and it cracked. He fired a burst of rounds into that as well as it shattered into icy frozen Nitrogen bitten pieces. He took out his right leg after that, firing at his foot destroying the calf. He set him down before the rest of him could crumple and shatter.

Meanwhile, Barry and the rest of Alpha Team approached them. "We got evac! We need to get out of here. GQ sent in some attack helicopters and they're gonna level this place. The air force is on the way too they're sending fighter jets to drop ordinance on this place both on the rebels and the infected! We need to go we don't want to miss our window."

Despite Chris's injuries, he attempted to lift Josh. He began to walk him away from there but he couldn't carry the big man after all. Sheva helped her partner lift the limp man. He was still alive but just barely. They made their way to the chopper which was just arriving. "Listen, Chris! We got about five minutes until they start dropping ordinnce down on this village. You guys need to go!"

He then looked to Sheva and asked, "What's wrong with him?" She was trying to fight back tears of concern and worry. "He was shocked. Chris's old partner knocked him into the water," Barry assured the young agent , "Listen, we have an AED on board. The same thing that has him down can get him back up again. He'll be all right."

As they lifted off Jill began doing chest compression on the fallen Agent. Sheva wanted to help but she was frozen for some reason, her eyes tearing up until Chris said, Partner! I need your help," She snapped out of it, sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. She got at his side and helped set up the electrodes to his chest. "Clear!"

Sheva tried to keep her tears under control. Come on...please.....

Sheva gave him mouth to mouth and Jill gave him more compression's, thirty per minute like she had been taught. They did this for a minute and a half and the AED chirped, "Shock wave advised...please stand clear..."

Chris got them away from him and announced, "Clear!"

Leon

Bullets whizzed past his head as he went from one small space of cover to the next. A SWAT team agent drew a bead on him but Ada took the man down with a bolt to the back of the neck. "Thanks, Ada," He breathed. She smiled, "For the ten thousandth time, don't mention it," She said, both as a means to say no problem,it's what she was there to do and also to reference just how often she had in fact saved his ass.

He reloaded his pistol and fired six shots, hitting a female officer who was firing at Ada from down the hall and just barely missed. He hit the woman with four rounds in the stomach, none of which got through the armor but it had knocked her down. She sprawled on the floor and then sat up, firing but lifting her head up over her chest as she let off four rounds at Leon. He took cover behind the corridor's blind spot and then came out firing again. He hit her with a round in the abdomen once again but this was just to get her off guard. The next round he fired caught her in the right side of the jaw and the bullet shattered all her molars and every other tooth as it entered and then exited her mouth.

Meanwhile, the leader of that band of rag tag survivors, rebels and misfits, Victor, was exchanging fire with several members of the N.Y.P.D as he and Tashini were retreating but firing back at the rogue officers. The Captain who had been the one to threaten them all was trying to shoot Victor. He fired and hit him in the back and Victor went down but luckily, he too, had a vest on, however he had taken some pellets in the back of the right shoulder. Tashini aimed her Assault Rifle and fired, hitting one SWAT team officer, a blonde male, between the eyes knocking his helmet off too.

Captain Talbot advanced toward Victor aiming the shotgun at his face. "You should have cooperated when you had the chance, genius," Victor kicked him in the groin and used his other leg to kick the shotgun out of his hand. He went for his own AK but the Captain pounced on the Mohawk Indian and began punching him. Tashini emptied her casket magazine into three more crooked officers. An FBI agent had his MP5 shot from his hands too so he retrieved his sidearm and shot Tashini hitting her in the left side of her abdomen. Victor, meanwhile, though the Captain was on top of him, threw punches back. He hit the police captain with a hard left cross.

"You're going to suffer for what you did to my Uncle!" He growled as he drove his knee upward into the cop's abdomen. Talbot hit Victor in the jaw and the two rolled away from each other but got up and continued to throw blows at each other. Victor's lip bled as he cop kicked him in the face. "Your Uncle was a cop killing piece of shit who should have been locked up or gunned down during the years Hoover was still alive. If he'd been around he would have been dead after that shit at Alcatraz!"

He swung back, hitting the officer in the abdomen with a jab and followed up with a hook to the face. The Captain had a bloody nose as he had hit him and wiped some of the blood aside. Victor tackled the Captain and began hitting him with blow after blow. He got him on the ground and hit him with a right, then a left, and a right and so on on. The Captain's face was even more bloody now. He hit him as hard as he could and knocked out three of his teeth and cracked two more while knocking loose one more.

He then pinned Talbot down and began to choke him. His white face turned as red a tomato, Victor, intent on choking him to death not only with his big hands and strength but also with the two teeth of the three he had knocked out now caught in his throat. Just then, Victor felt a sharp burning pain in his eyes and mouth as the cowardly police officer had reached for some mace and sprayed him. Victor cried out in pain and rage but couldn't see, his vision a teary blur.

The captain still coughed and hacked almost to the point of vomiting to spit out the bloodied teeth and free them from his air way. He spat the bloodied chompers on the floor and retrieved his pistol. He was still a blur to Victor but he could make out him pointing his gun at his face. "You know why people like me always win against people like you? It's not because we're superior. It's because our values are different. Yours are way to moralistic. See you've always lived by a warrior's code of honor. Even now in the twenty first century. Me, where I come from we know that all is fair in love and war. We didn't play by your rules we played by ours."

He wiped the blood from his own mouth and said, "Same with the Bushido warriors in World War II. They chose death before dishonor so death we gave them. You see, kiddo, the ends always justify the means even if the ends are ugly. Whether it's a small pox blanket, an Atom bomb, napalm in a peasant village, or drones in the third world. We always win because we'll do whatever it takes. I'm the same way. I don't leave anything to chance."

Just then as Victor could see, though not very well, that Talbot was ready to shoot him, the Captain felt a stabbing pain in his back. Tashini was behind him with Atonwa's hunting knife. "Neither do I, asshole. That's for Jimmy."

Victor got to his feet and managed to get his pistol. Tashini had hers as well. The Captain dropped his own gun trying to reach for the blade in his back. Victor aimed his sidearm at Captain Talbot and said, "This is for my Uncle Atonwa and all the others you killed..."

Both Tashini and Victor opened fire, each shooting him four times. Tashini put two in the man's stomach, one in the right chest and one in his thigh though she had aimed for his groin. Victo put one in his kidney, one in the bladder, one in the sternum and one in the head. "Thanks..." He groaned. "Where's Cheyenne and Angel?" She assured him, "They're holding their own. Let's get you to the bathroom. Rinse your eyes out. You're not much use blind."

He smirked. "I would have preferred he choked to death but your way was good too. Goddamn it, my lips feel like I ate about a thousand hot buffalo wings which would be fine if I'd actually done that..."

Meanwhile, Leon and Ada were holding off zombies who had made it in because of the hole. Leon fired twelve rounds from his MP7 and hit a five man group of carriers hitting three with head shots while wounding the other two. Ada finished off one of them by kicking him in the head, where he already had a single round from Leon's weapon and the bullet bled out and even busted wide open as she kicked it and it was dead before it hit the floor.

Leon cried out, "This is anarchy! We'll run out of bullets before we finish with all these guys! We need a game plan not just to survive here but in general and to take back the city, Ada,"

She put a bolt through the head of the fifth zombie, a brunette woman who may have been a prostitute before infection. "There's not enough of us, Leon. Or enough guns. If the military can't do their jobs I don't know what good we would do."

Leon scoffed, "That doesn't sound like the Ada Wong I know. Besides, the army isn't trained for this but you and me, we've been dealing with this crap almost a quarter of our lives. Even if that weren't the case, remember that the Family has many of these soldiers, actually all of them, in their pocket."

Ada spotted a parking meter who was now infected, an overweight black woman with short hair. She put two bolts in the woman's stomach and one in the folds of her neck fat. "Your point is?"

Leon pointed out, "Well, for one, they've pretty much got people convinced it's people like us and the BSAA that started all of this. What's worse the media to spin that story any way they want to."

Claire appeared, carrying two pistols instead of one and she fired, hitting Family agent in the side of the head just as he drew a bead on Leon. Glad to see you made it. What happened to Steve?" She told him, "He's around he's trying to help. It's not what you think he really is on our side."

Ada warned Claire"I understand that you two had some romantic love affair back on Rockfort Island but I've done missions with him before and he was pretty blood thirsty. When I did job for Albert it was a means to an end but he genuinely enjoyed killing all the people he animal than human."

Claire fumed a bit saying, "If I've learned anything since when I first arrived in Raccoon all those years ago, it's that human beings are the real monsters and most of these B.O.W's are the true victims. Anyway, from what Ive heard about you, Leon should be leery of you."

Leon held a hand up as they checked the station for more hostiles, "Hey we're on the same side here. Let's not forget that," He wondered if there was some jealousy in there. He had after all, had sex with her in the past. When it had gone on and they both were hurt over their losses , her over Steve and he over Ada, they consoled each other and came close to going from being fuck buddies to an actual item but both had been too afraid, their wounds were still too fresh have even considered it at the time and it was much too late now.

Even so he wondered if she was slightly jealous of Ada. As Ada got a little bit further ahead, Leon thought he'd try some of his old Kennedy charm. "Do I detect a little jealousy, Claire?" She looked like it bothered her, him saying that but her response was calm. "No. It has nothing to do with you and me. I just hope she isn't going to use you like you told me about all the times we were together when we saw each other after and before you found out she was still alive. Say what you will about Steve but at least he isn't a user or a traitor."

Leon made a tsk tsk sound. "You mean, not counting when he tried to smash you with a giant ax?" She rolled her eyes. "That was different and you know that. Anyway, do you know where Sherry and her friend is? I haven't seen them since I bought them some time. They were supposed to be back here according to your old partner."

Leon chuckled to himself on the inside. Ada, Claire, Helena. If Ashley had been there the set would be complete. He couldn't decide if having the women he'd been with under one roof together with him was every man's dream or every man's 's inner devil whispered to him that maybe he would find out which one was for sure when it was all over with.

Just then, Ada called to Leon. "Come here!" She had her high tec military grade binoculars out. She handed them to him. "See that man up there?" He zoomed in on a dark figure on a of of a building looking down at them. He spotted glowing eyes. "That's Alexander Wesker. BSAA's most wanted. I don't know about taking the city back but if we kill him, we may just be able to end this war for good."

Just then, Leon saw the last Wesker stare directly into his eyes and in a flash of speed he was gone. Leon put them down. "Great...just wonderful..."

Sherry

She was sleeping soundly but she looked up to see Jake staring at her, somehow she had a feeling he would be. "hi..."

He grinned and mirrored her own smile. "You know, somehow I thought all that was just a dream. A really good one but a dream all the same. Stuff like that doesn't normally happen to Jake M...Wesker..."

She gently and softly kissed him. "You're Jake Muller and your luck is turning around," That was how she felt about it too. All though she was all for taking responsibility for yourself and letting your father's sins be his own, she had started to believe that the bad in him was actually somewhat like his father while the good was his mother how he was before she died when he was just trying to save her life. How he had been with her the many times she had been saved by him herself.

He rubbed her belly softly and she giggled, "That tickles. Dont... or we'll end up spending more time in this room than we can afford to..." He looked at her his smile fading, "I take it you want to get out of here, now?" She smiled sweetly and nestled her head on his chest. "I don't think five minutes more would hurt but no funny stuff for now, okay? When we get out of here safely and this is all over, you can have me all to yourself."

Jake started to say, "Well, how can I..." Just then the door burst open with a loud blast implying they'd used some kind of charge to blow the door open. Sherry rolled off the bed, still nude, going for her Assault Rifle. Jake did the same but could only find her automatic service pistol. A man in some kind of military grade armor, possibly Umbrella, possibly SWAT or CIA, came in and Jake fired letting off a burst at his mask. He hit the man in the face and he bled from his right eye as he went down.

More came in and he fired another burst hitting two of them in the throat. Sherry crouched down and fired from the cover of the bed, hitting one man in the knees as he came in. "Jake, they're Family agents! They must have followed us. Toss me my clothes!"

Just then, in a blur of speed, a man grabbed her Rifle and took it from her and gave her a kick to the side. Jake fired at him but he dodged, and the rounds just hit the wall and the window. He knocked the gun from Jake's hand and hit him with a blow to the gut. Sherry dove for her Rifle but couldn't get to it before the man floored her with a punch. Jake swung a left hook at him and hit him in he jaw. The man just grinned and grabbed him by the throat lifting him in the air and began to squeeze.

Just as Jake looked as though he was about to die, and Sherry weakly tried to get up, the man threw Jake against the wall and the young man was out cold. Sherry looked up to find the black leather clad man standing over her. He followed up with a boot to the face.

She she came to, they were in the dark and it was cold. She had been out but was not sure how long. She did not have much on for clothes aside from a hospital gown all though as her eyes adjusted to the dark she could see she was not there. She spotted Jake who was in his boxers only. They both were chained up. The man that had attacked them stood in front of them. "Sherry Birkin...I'd seen pictures of you as a pre teen but my how you have grown. Your reputation proceeds you. I must say, you're the spitting image of your mother."

He then walked up to Jake and put a gloved hand on the young man's chin. "Well well well...i finally get to meet my nephew after all this time. You wanted answers from me? Well the buck stops here, my boy. I am now your captive audience...well actually it is the other way around but I will give you full discretion all the same."

Sherry whimpered as she tried to see just how tight the chains are. "Where are we? Where have you taken us?" Alex Wesker grinned, his teeth as bright as his cat colored glowing eyes. "Rikers Island. Under my close and personal custody and supervision."

Barry

They were about one hundred meters from the LZ with just under five minutes to go before it was going to start raining hell fire. The amount of ordinance would likely kill all the B.O.W's as well as any ALF stragglers still in the are and possibly the village and town of Oceana Aldea itself, which had been around for over one thousand years. It was a tragic way to end but over the last several hundred years, the Caribbean had seen all kinds of disasters. If there were any historians near by they would have wept at the fact that a village that had managed to survive even colonization and diseases from Europe brought over 500 years ago, would not likely survive the outbreak and its aftermath.

Every survivor was now a refugee being evacuated.

Captain Burton nudged Rebecca and said, "Don't worry, Becky. You can see your boyfriend after we debrief. He may be on a separate chopper but that won't keep you love birds apart once we reach San Juan."

She blushed and said, "He's not my boyfriend, sir. Just a friend," Barry told her, "Look, The Corps may not know who he is but I do. I recognize that face from the TV. That's Billy Coen. He's just using a fake ID. A damned good one I might add. Well I know you're a smart girl...excuse me...young woman. You wouldn't make a bad judgement call so he must really be innocent. In any case, don't worry your secret is safe with me."

Natalie, though she was till sad over her brother's death said, "Me too, Rebecca," The other team mates chimed in saying the same thing. She smiled saying, "Thanks guys. You're making it feel like we're back in High School swapping boy stories," Natalie smiled a bit at that and said, "If we had some Ben & Jerry's I'd be there with you!" Barry joked, "i'm more of a Haagan Daas lady myself."

They laughed at that. All though they looked to him as a leader and a man with authority above theirs, they still were comfortable around him and it was good to have a sense of humor especially in trying situations like these that tested everyone's nerves.

Just then Yoko stopped and looked through the barrel of her newly acquired Sniper Rifle. "Captain, I see a B.O.W. in BSAA fatigues only he doesn't look like an ordinary J'avo" Barry got his binoculars out and said, "Wow. Handsome guy. Looks like he's coming over to say Hi. What say we give him a welcoming party? Gotta say though, Agent Suzuki, there are no ordinary looking J'avo they're all crazy looking bastards."

He then zoomed in on the man's face. "You know, I might just know that agent where have I seen him before?" He was getting close enough to be seen by the all. Rebecca got her weapon readied and said, "That's Chris's ex partner. He's still alive..."

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That's it for chapter 13 sheeple! I wish I could tell you I will update again soon but unlike my GTA stories I have to put so much details into this. In any case I apologize ahead of time for my typos. Feel free to leave long reviews if it's praise the longer the better and short and to the point, the high lights if you're a critic.

I gotta warn you though there's nothing you can tell me about as far as flaws I don't already know about. I'll fix em when I can but there is no perfect story. Especially not to the guy or woman that writes it. Also I did change up the name of the title of the story just to be more appealing and more of a reference to the RE 7 teaser I thought that'd be a good name.

Also, what did you all think of Piers and his dialogue with Chris and co.? By the way Jake finally is face to face with Alex Wesker. Muhahahahahaha!

In any case, I hope you all enjoyed.

Kwah tokén:'en sén:ta'wh. (Have A Good Night)