Back again sorry for the name change on you all, Native Guns here. Just this name has more meaning to me personally. Anyway you can still find my stories by the name that hasn't changed.

Jake

He hit one of them in the neck lucking out that the body armor didn't cover them there. He came out from cover while the others were cowering. He fired six, seven rounds hitting another in in the chest and then aimed up for their head. Adams had picked up what looked like a zip gun and fired it at a police officer but the vest protected the man. Jake saw an opportunity as all eyes were not on him now. He charged into the nearest one who had drawn a bead on Adams. He didn't want to save that Nazi prick he could care less if he died but it was better if he attack the NY state police trooper now while his attention was on somebody else instead of him.

The officer had an H&K MP5. Jake knocked the weapon from his grasp. The officer went for his sidearm, a Glock 37 but Jake hit him with a right hook to the Adams apple. The officer staggered back but prepared for self defense and threw a blow at Jake but jake caught his arm. The officer did follow up with a kick to Jake's gut but the younger man was not stopped from that all though it did knock the wind out of him. The officer followed up with an eblow to his head and Jake fell to his knees but he tackled the officer around the waist and body slammed him. The officer still tried to get the pistol but couldn't. The officers fired tear gas to confuse and smoke out the other inmates.

They also fired very indiscriminately into the smoke dropping at least five prisoners. Jake kicked the pistol in the direction of the prisoners, and Rivera snatched the Glock up and began firing back. Due to the smoke a few prisoners tried attacking the officers head on with their makeshift weapons. Jake could see several more getting shot but a few of them managed to wound a few police officers. A Puerto Rican inmate with some kind of blunt object was swinging at one officer like a gladiator bluegeoning the guy nearly to death. He screamed at him, "There's flesh eating corpses and you're fuckin worried about us?!"

That was his last words as a different state trooper shot him through the back of the head with an M4A1. "Lay down any weapons you have and get on the ground with your hands on your head!"Yelled a cop. "Any resistance will be met with lethal force!" A gang member from Hells Kitchen a younger member of the Westies gang, had lit a mattress on fire and threw it over the tier at the officers. "Fuck you!" He yelled back in defiance. The flaming mattress did land of two of them but the others responded by opening fire and the man took rounds in the torso. Jake didn't see if it was fatal or not.

He was too busy tangling with the guy in front of him. Jones was getting down with a cop too, the officer having been jumped a minute ago by three inmates and all though those three had been wounded he lost his guns and only had a night stick. Jones had a buck knife now that had likely been smuggled in before the infection. "Come on, baby! Don't hold back on me!" He yelled as the cop hit him and he swung the blade stabbing the man in the chest.

A few inmates took guns off the few dead or wounded officers and began returning fire all though the inmates had heavier losses. One inmate however, an Italian American in his forties serving a life sentence had picked up a Remington 700 Rifle from one of the wounded officers. "Time for the fuckin revolution! You can't take all of us!" He fired hitting one officer in the face and the man went down instantly as the round hit him in the chin.

The next, he aimed at a female cop and discharged three. The first two didn't do anything but the third got through her vest. He aimed firing another round before five officers dropped him with heavy fire. An inmate on the second floor, a member of the Genovese crime family, also serving a life sentence shouted, "Motherfucker! The feds just killed Carcertti!" They began throwing anything and everything at the officers who did it from books to mattresses.

Jake still had four cops drawing down on him but his fight was moving so fast they dared not fire. He had taken the guy's helmet off and saw that he was bleeding courtesy of a kick to the head from Jake. "Come on, asshole is this all you got?"

The cop responded by pulling out mace and spraying him in the face. Jake screamed in agony and the officer proceeded to punch him in the face and drop kick him in the abdomen. The officer gritted his bloody teeth. "You little punk! You're lucky you're not dead. Stop resisting arrest!" Jake grinned. "You gonna read me my rights?" The officer smacked him in the face. "Yeah. You're last right," Jake grabbed his groin and began to squeeze as hard as he could. The man squealed like a little girl and though his vision was blurred Jake got the mace from him and put it directly at his eyeballs and sprayed back. The man howled and Jake got him in a head lock. The officers all drew down on him and warned, "Let him go!"

Jake told them, "I'm not an inmate! I wasn't even supposed to be here. Drop your guns or I'll break his neck!" The lead one said, "You do that you're dead!"

Jake grinned, "I'm ready. You willing to gamble with his life on that?" Another cop, an African American said, "Look let's talk. You say you're not an inmate. Let officer Hawkins go and we can talk about this. We'll hear your side of the story."

A Mexican American inmate with a short haircut and neck tattoos had a cocktail in his hand and lit a rag. He whistled. "Oye juero! Get outta the way if you want to live!" Jake broke the neck of the of the officer and bolted and they started to open fire two of them but the other two saw the cocktail sailing in the air.

The flames engulfed them all four and they fell trying to roll on the ground writing in agony. Jake grabbed the original pistol he had used and put them out of their misery. Rivera shouted, "Jake come on. We gotta rendezvous at the library!" He discharged the pistol like a mad man hitting another officer and they fell but Jake wasn't sure if the rounds went through or not and if they had if it was a flesh wound or fatal. Adams had taken the H&K while Jones had taken the Remington off the dead inmate as well as shells for it.

They ran for the library with the law in hot pursuit the inmates who only had crude weapons and no weapons running first while those with guns laid down covering fire. They got to the hall and they saw that three inmates were making a barricade with anything they could find. It was getting tall enough that people now needed help getting across. An inmate, a Haitian Amerian held his hand out to Jake. "Coming or not?" Jake took his hand and the guy helped pull him up over the shelf to the other side. As enough inmates got through the inmate had a few Molotovs ready to be made if the officers should advance. The inmates who were not fast enough were either shot or surrendered. Jake looked at the inmate. "You sure that's enough to keep them from getting through?"

The man grinned. "Let them try,"

Meanwhile...

Alex Wesker watched on the monitors as the inmates and police as well as a few of the Rikers Island corrections officers who had guns battled it out. He could see Jake Wesker seeking refuge near the library but he could also see the officers were not willing to give in that easily. he observed on his private monitor, one not even the prison administration knew of and looked at the body count. Twenty two inmates killed, fifteen police officers and nine more wounded on both sides. The law clearly had the upper hand and the inmates could only postpone them taking back the prison. Unless he decided to intervene. Though Albert was not here with him and was back in the city, he had good taste and Alex was reminded of him as he pulled out a device hitting a button sending the cameras sliding on the ceilings just as they had in Antartica for his brother.

The officers on the other side of the barricade were trying to set up charges and the inmate was trying to figure how to toss the Molotov at them without getting shot. Just then, a ray of light from the camera beamed on the first officers face and it turned red a buzzing alarm going off and as it did, the officer looking up in confusion, Alex cackled. They had no idea they were about to have company. Of the scale green yellowed eyed variety.

They had seen zombies but never a Hunter. As he waited for nature to take its course Alex thought to himself, Don't say I never did anything for you, Jacob...

Meanwhile on the other side of the barricade, Jake sized up the other inmates. It seemed like there were more than two dozen of looked at the other inmates.What the hell have I gotten myself into?

He spotted the man who had thrown the cocktail and had probably saved Jake's life. "Como se llama?" Jake knew a little Spanish from his time doing jobs in South America. "Jake Muller. And you?" The guy was about five ten and weighed a hundred and seventy pounds. His hair was short. He wore a white wife beater on and he was taping phone books to himself. On his left arm was a 13. Above that was a tattoo that read S.U.R. standing for Southern United Raza. He was either a member of La Eme or at least a foot soldier for the prison gang. He had another tattoo on his back shoulder on the right that was the number 118. For 118th street in Harlem.

"I'm Carlito Reyes. My compadre call me Trigger."

He looked at the gang member. "What's the deal with this place? Is everybody cliqued up? Nobody has the balls to stand on their own?" The leader or presumed leader of the uprising answered, "You do what you gotta do in here. I got arrested for shooting an undercover pig. I got life without parole. I was just trying to make a little more money and then I was going to quit the gang shit. I would have got death row if I didn't cop to it so they gave me a lighter sentence. They had me."

He then sized up Jake. "So you're not from around here. How do I know you're not undercover?" Jake decided to be honest and was ready to kill if he had to. "I'm not a prisoner or the law. I was brought here against my will."

All the other inmates roared with laughter. When he caught his breath, Trigger said, "You think any of us came here willingly? Who the fuck would want to be cooped up with people that hate them? Still, I have more power in here than i ever did on the streets. Well to a point. The guards are sadistic. Just because I'm serving a life sentence doesn't mean they gotta hit people for no reason."

Jake explained regarding himself, "I wasn't taken here as a prisoner. The guy that brought me here wasn't a cop either. I'm trying to find him because I know he's on this island," A Caucasian male inmate with reddish blonde hair standing about six feet tall, with mean green eyes stepped up to Jake. "You may want to keep that to yourself. Just because snitches get killed here doesn't mean they're not around."

Rivera spoke up. "He aint a prisoner like he said. He was brought here against his will from the city. He says things are falling to shit out there."

Jake told them, "I need to go after the guy who brought me here. It's a long story but he's the one responsible for all of this. We need to get into the prison armory. We have to have guns. I need guns for me and the person I was brought here with and I'm assuming you guys need guns to face the CO's?"

An African American inmate with cornrows held up a service pistol from one of the NY State Police officers. "We got some guns. If the bulls or state police come through the barricade we can defend ourselves. That's war, right? I'm pretty sure even soldiers would take guns and ammo off enemies."

Jake warned him, "That won't be enough. They've got more firepower than you do and they've got body armor. You really think the phone books are going to make you bulletproof? Even if that did work they could still shoot you in the head. What just happened should be reason enough for you to listen to me. They have the National Guard in New York City and they'll probably send a few squads of them in here."

The inmate with the pistol sneered, "Why should any of us trust you? You're not one of us. You're a civilian. You didn't serve any time. Matter of fact I don't care what you say. You probably were sent by them to come and infiltrate us. Break the riot up from within. I mean why else would you have a gun? Plus you know how to use it better than anybody in my old neighborhood."

Jake smirked. "I'm as far from beingt a civilian as it gets. I'm a mercenary. A gun for hire," Or at least I used to be...

Jones had an idea. "There is one thing you could do to prove you aint undercover," Jake rolled his eyes. "What?"

Adams and Rivera shoved a wounded prison guard forward. He had several stab wounds near his right rib cage and two in the chest. "This chicken shit right here..." Jones said, "He was always beating on people. If one person shanked another or if a guard got stuck this guy would take it out on people that had nothing to do with it. We've had our it's your turn."

Jake blinked. "You want me to kill a guard?" Adams scowled. "That's not what i want to hear. Either you kill him or we all kill you," Jake taunted, "Did you forget how well that worked out for you last time?" The skin head smugly replied, "I don't have to."

He saw several inmates with the guns they had stolen from the dead law men aiming at him. A few M4A1's two MP5's and a Remington all aimed at his head. Jake had faced worse in Edonia and China but there were more pressing matters. He'd been a lot more heavily armed in those instances than he was now. He was stronger than the average human but he was far from bulletproof. He could see he was outgunned and outmanned. He asked the wounded guard, "What's your name and what did you do besides beating them?"

The guy coughed up blood. "I was just doing my job! You don't understand how stressful and dangerous it is! Every day can be your last! I never beat anybody who didn't deserve it. These animals here are the worst kind of trash we have in society! I believe you when you say you aint one of them. And you aren't one of us. Don't take sides. Let these assholes kill me themselves they want me gone so bad!"

Adams punched him in the jaw. "You lying sack of shit! I saw you beat on a Christian inmate just because they didn't go back to their cell until they finished praying. You violated his first amendment right to practice his religion."

Jones added, "Yeah and I had a couple of my friends die in the hospital just because of days when you were in a bad mood. You aint talking your way out of this."

The guard chuckled bitterly. "Rights? You're all menaces to society. You don't have any rights."

Jake sighed. "Look I don't want to kill you but It's either you or me," The guy warned Jake as he pointed the pistol at him, "You're supposed to be one of the good guys. You shouldn't take sides. You'll be siding with men who are in the wrong. Men who would kill you. You got a girlfriend back home? What do you think these animals would do to her?"

Jake was starting to like this guy even less. "Don't be a hypocrite. I'm not American but I know there are two sides to every story and that guards abuse people in prison you do everything the guys that are locked up do. You should be in here with them and the only reason you aren't is because you're a guard. You think that billy club and uniform makes you better than everybody else."

The guy was visibly scared but tried to be brave. "Boy...you are turning a corner you can't go back around. Once you pull that trigger, things are going to get real hairy. Maybe not today but eventually."

Jake narrowed his eyes. "You know one thing I learned even as a soldier of fortune is that if you sit on the fence in the middle of a war you're helping the people in the wrong. As for crossing the line? I already crossed it when i snapped the neck of a policeman."

He fired twice both rounds hitting the man in the head. The man was instantly killed as his brains decorated over everything and anyone in three feet of him. His head left a pool of blood under his dead body as one round had exited out of the back of his skull. Jake stared at him in shock. He had killed a lot of people but never unarmed. Sure, maybe the guy even deserved it but he also at least deserved a fighting chance. But he also knew that these men would never give a guard that. While these men were many of them violent sociopaths, they were paying for their crimes. This guy wasn't at first because he was a corrections officer and he could do what he wanted and nobody would take a convicts word over a guard.

Adams patted him on the back. "Atta boy, Jake! You're a mercenary after all! Now I don't have much money to pay you but can I interest you in one of these? It's like currency in here," He handed him a box of camels. Jake declined. The man with the cornrows congratulated Jake too. "Hey that was good what you did. We're gonna make ourselves a plan about the law. They aren't gonna let us hold this prison forever so we have to have a game plan. Some of us want to get out of here and some want to stay. That's probably unrealistic though. Even if we hold those pigs off, they'll always send more soldiers and more cops. One prison can't hold off everybody else."

Jake could see the advantages of both. If it was soon to be a wasteland, and America was for all intents and purposes destroyed, and the virus was in every major city plus the small towns, anyone who survived the viral holocaust would have to find decent shelter. Aside from the zombies that were already in here no thanks to Alex Wesker, once him and Sherry killed him, maybe these people could hold it off in that situation but if the mainland was still intact and the government did whatever it could to stop this threat, their best bet would be to escape and probably find their way to another country. After all New York was not too far from New York but they would still have to deal with the border patrol. There was still some parts of the Northern border that was unprotected. Mexico's border was now more locked down even if people were still getting in.

The plus side was Mexico didn't usually extradite American criminals so a lot of them would be safe there, not that Jake gave a shit. And people like Trigger, all though born in the United States and a US citizen, was also Mexican by birthright. Even in the laws in Mexico that was a fact. Whatever these knuckle draggers decided to do between staying or going was not his problem or concern. He and Sherry had a mission. She was still working for DSO and he was just working for himself. Or maybe for once he was a man of the people helping the less fortunate.

He didn't feel good about killing that guard even if he was an asshole but right now the only thing was to sit tight. He would have to cooperate to get any further. He didn't even want to be around any of these people. It wasn't that he had a problem with convicts he just wanted to get back to Sherry. They had made a better team.

Claire

She had finally reached the Empire State Building and found it littered with corpses both from armed survivors, B.O.W.'s, BSAA agents, police officers and soldiers. There was fire all over from what looked like a gunfight and at least one helicopter had been brought down in the process. Steve checked the dead bodies. He managed to find one who was still alive. A US had bullet wounds and a few stab wounds the bullets hitting him in the stomach and chest while the stab wounds had got him in the back. "What a nightmare..." Claire said in shock. "I've never seen this many bodies in one place before."

Steve asked her, "Don't you remember Rockfort Island? Or even Raccoon City? It was just like this," She shook her head. "No it wasn't this much. There were dead people but it was usually either civilians or police. This is...everybody!" Steve caught onto what she meant. He asked the wounded soldier, "Hey, can you talk?"

The man weakly croaked, "Firefight...wiped out my entire platoon...Marines, Army, National Guard, we're all trying to secure this building...supposed to have refuge...BSAA...said the terrorist who started all of this...was inside...rogue BSAA agents...protected her..."

Claire asked him, "Who are you talking about?" The man hacked up blood. "Trent...he's with the government...he tried to stop them. The woman...I think they said Ada Wong...she's the one who caused all of this..."

Steve looked at Claire and shook his head. Even when he was Grim he knew that Ada was many things. A liar, a cheater, a bitch, manipulative and untrustworthy but one thing she wasn't was a bio terrorist. Even in his form under the p30 he knew that she had not caused the virus outbreak. Neither in China nor here. In fact she had been trying to race against the clock from the US to Lanshiang. Carla Radames had framed her. So had Derrick Simmons. Steve wasn't sure who else knew this fact but he did and as much as he didn't like Ada, he had to let it be known. She wasn't the enemy.

Claire just told the man, "We'll take care of things from here. I'm with Terra Save..."

The man weakly grinned. "Hell...if the Corps couldn't stop this damn outbreak I don't know what else can...we're the cream of the crop. But you've made it so far...maybe it's true...the meek are inheriting the earth," He breathed his last.

Steve picked up the Assault Rifle off of the dead man and his magazines and handed Claire his sidearm too. "You're low on ammo. I don't need a gun but you do," Claire examined the weapons checking to make sure they were fully loaded. "Thanks. But I want you to take one anyway. If we run into bigger trouble."

Steve settled on a pistol. An M1911 ACP with seven round magazines. He didn't understand why these soldiers kept them anymore. Sure, you wouldn't need as many bullets to make them count but if you ran into more than seven enemies you would be screwed. He took as many magazines for .45 ACP as he could carry. At least with his super human abilities he would be able to reload faster than a human could. Claire had an M9A1 and she took at least six magazines for it and Steve carried three spare ones for her. She also took an M16A2 with a M203 mounted onto it and took what mags she could from soldiers as well as twelve grenade rounds which she kept in the backpack they had taken after going to a sporting goods store which had been raided for just about everything else.

Steve decided he wanted to take two of the same pistols. They entered the building and tried one of the elevators. "Let's move," Claire said. It opened. They cautiously stepped inside. "What floor should we go to?" She asked. "I don't know. I've never been here before. Not even New York. This was the first infection I ever saw in a city this big an a building this large. I've been here before when I was under the P30. There's a secret lab under here but I don't remember where."

Claire was concerned. "Are you okay, Steve? Jill was under the P30 and she remembers everything that happened."

He explained why that was. "That's because she's had more time for her brain to get adjusted back to normal. I haven't been awake that long. I'm sure when she first came off of the p30 she had trouble with memory too in fact i know it. It's all a blur at first. Right now I'm just going off instinct."

"What do you mean?" He explained, "Even though my mind can't exactly remember everything right now it's like my body is reminding me. Sort of a deja vu type of thing."

He staggered a bit as he was clearly remembering something. Claire put a hand on him. "Steve, what's wrong...?" He yelled, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" She was startled. He said, "I'm sorry...it's just when you touched me. It disrupted me being able to remember it. I should have told you. I can't remember it when I'm touched.

He touched the walls as though he were blind and then said, "Follow me..." They could hear footsteps and groans as well as glass shattering somewhere. "Claire...this is important. I need you to cover me. I won't ask you to again but if these things touch me they'll throw off my memory."

Claire nodded. She drew down on a zombie that was on fire its burning flesh leaving the smell of rotten meat. It was a disgusting smell and though she had smelled it before it always made her gag. It was so burned she couldn't determine if it was a man or woman or facial features for that matter. She fired the M9A1 into its chest three times. It kept coming and it was carrying an ax in hand. It ignored Steve. She fired another shot into its forehead and it went down. It was disgusting and a threat but it had once been a person who laughed cried, hugged people.

They had families. Probably weekend picnics. Now they were just undead. It was a mercy to put them down. She didn't enjoy it but she knew she needed to do it. She dropped two more zombies with head shots. She heard running and several dark figures rounded the corner. They were all C virus carriers but not the kind from the gas. Though normally somebody who had the virus should have been ignored by B.O.W's as one of their own, these ones noticed Steve. It was probably because the J'avo as Chris had called them when telling Claire about what happened in Edona and China, were higher functioning so they noticed him. One with a baseball bat, another with a sledge hammer and one carrying a fl;ash light charged at Steve. Claire fired a head shot at the one with the sledge hammer and she did the same with the guy with the bat but he turned his head to the side a bit so it grazed him in the side of the neck.

The third one hit Steve in the side of the head and he cried out and swung around with an uppercut and sent it flying. "Sorry..." She told him and she kept firing emptying the mag at the approaching group. Steve started his process all over and Claire, with a new mag, began unloading. Four shots tore into the flesh of a big burly man with gray hair and a gray beard who had been a post office worker. The shots bled excessively and if he were a real human he would be on the floor bleeding out from internal damage but he kept coming.

This man had a regular hammer which he swung at Claire. She tried to dodge but i did hit her in her left bicep. She cried out in pain, knowing it would be sore for hours but she angrily smacked the pistol into his teeth as hard as she could knocking five of them out. As it staggered back she put the pistol to its already bloodied mouth and squeezed another shot off. With a deafening bang, the man's lips were blown off and more teeth were destroyed falling bloody in pieces from his gaping mouth, the smell of a newer foul burning flesh filled her nostrils as the round had also tore through his tongue, smoke rising from the bullet wound as though a fire had been put out.

Too many of them were coming towards them. One managed to get past her, a black Caribbean girl based on her green t shirt which said Nassau. She was coming at Steve with a screw diver which she was going to try to use to stab Steve in the spine. She had once been pretty with light brown skin and gold earrings, and her long womens blue designer jeans, her hair curly and frizzy but now her eyes glowed yellow like hell fire. Claire kept squeezing the pistol with one hand at the advancing horde while she withdrew the combat knife she had taken off a dead reserve man and she got behind the woman and dug the blade into the neck of the girls slender throat.

She pulled it across ripping the flesh and a sea of crimson emerged from her open wound the girl shrieking and then gurgling helplessly as she fell to the floor. Claire had taken one of the attackers out from a bullet to the cheek. The others had been wounded with four slugs to the chest. Claire had to reload again and made a vow to herself to be more conserving. She got her Assault Rifle and aimed at the rest of them coming and she fired, letting off twenty three rounds.

Several of them dropped, one having a bullet rip through its left cheek and blast through to the right. One of the creatures took five rounds in the stomach down to its bladder, a man with reddish hair, whit jeans, a gray sweater, a beard and a third eye due to infection. He still got up to her and grabbed her roughly attenuating to choke her. She struggled to fight him but even with five bullets in him he kept going.

She drove her knee into the thing's stomach, and punched it but it kept coming back. She tried to get it off of her again but another growled using a tazer on her. She cried out as she was brought to the ground and the carrier on top of her tightened his grip. Just then the man's neck snapped and Steve was plowing through them with a burst of speed. Steve helped Claire to her feet. "I know where the lab is. Stay close to me."

"You saved me again. Thanks..."

He made his way into the door that was supposed to lead them to the lab. They opened the door and Claire had her Rifle as she patrolled the room. It looked like a regular apartment. Steve checked the fridge to find some leftover pizza. Sausage and Canadian bacon. "I don't know about you but I'm starved...we don't have to down to the lab just yet."

She joined him as he was about to microwave a few pieces. She told him, "Leave mine cold. I like it that way," He shot her a funny stare but did what she asked. They sat and ate for a minute. There was nothing to drink except for some orange juice which Steve promptly poured a glass for each. It was a strange combination bit good.

She asked him, "Do you think any of the BSAA made it down there?" Steve asked. Claire shrugged, chewing. "No idea," She said after swallowing.
"I'm sure they all have files on Umbrella's labs."

Steve washed some pizza down. "That's not true. Maybe a squad or two of BSAA made their way down here but probably not. This lab has been around for pretty much as long as the building has. Even most Umbrella employers knew about this. Wesker knew. Same with Alex Wesker and the Family has always known. They were behind it and they kept it a secret. Ada Wong probably knew about this place too. Then again maybe not. Wesker was suspicious of her being a mole so I don't know why he never killed her. I do remember a time when a team of Special Operations Unit tried to breech the Spencer Mansion before and when Albert killed them, he found information on one agents PDA. This base was said to be one of the biggest, older and most important labs to belong to White Umbrella."

They finished after about ten minutes knowing time to savor the meal better wasn't a luxury they had. They began to head out but Steve noticed something. "Somebody was in here recently...I smell sweat...and..." He wasn't maybe he didn't want to say. "It looks like we weren't the first ones here. We should be careful. And Claire? This time don't let one of those things grab you."

He pushed the button. It pinged after a short time and the doors slid open. Steve looked and saw who it was. "Wesker! How...?"

The older man chuckled. "Just a little upgrade. All thanks to Chris's most recent partner that is. Ahhh my long lost son.. I can tell you are no longer under the influence of the p30.. I don't suppose it's too late to persuade you to still join me?"

Steve was shocked. "How are you even still alive? You're supposed to be dead. Een when I was under control I knew that. "

Albert grinned, "Take a moment to think for yourself. Do you remember any of those experiments I was working on just before the incident in Kijuju?" Steve thought about it trying to remember. "No...you couldn't have...you actually figured out how to do that?" The evil tyrant grinned. "Of course. Though my research was postponed in my brush with death, Alexander managed to complete it. Excella was the first person he brought back only to bring back Alexia as well. You see, Steve, we have found a way to cheat death. This body I must say I am quite accustomed to. All thanks to Chris's partner..."

Claire growled, "You're sick! You're exploiting peoples own body for your own twisted goals! There's a natural order to things and you're screwing it up! We live and we die. That's the way it's supposed to be. You can't play God because you aren't one."

Wesker laughed. "Oh dear heart...you haven't changed. Neither has Chris for that matter., This is why humanity has run its course. You never could understand what we are trying to accomplish. All though I am now a god, unstoppable by any army, or any one man, I did die. I was dead for five years. Only by the miracle of science was I brought back. Do you know why we seek to achieve status as God, Claire? Because there is no God. Not yet. Just as there is no afterlife. If there was I would have remembered it. All there is, is a dark void. Blackness. Nothing. There was no consciousness for me. The last thing I remembered before I woke up was your brother and his foolish partner and their assassination attempt. Humans strive to either become Gods or create Gods of their own because they are scared of death. As well they should be. There is nothing on the other side. This is why men like me exist. To cheat death."

Claire retorted, "What about all the people that had to die for you to get to your goals? I doubt you plan on resurrecting them from the dead and giving them another chance. But even if you killed me I wouldn't want to be brought back to occupy somebody else's body. The reason you don't remember anything is because you have no soul! Or maybe you were in hell where you belonged!"

He grinned. "I can assure you, Claire, there was no fire and brimstone. The only burning resembling a hell I felt was in my last moments trying to bring Agent Redfield and Agent Alomar down with me. That was indeed the most agony I ever felt. But once those rockets destroyed my body I felt nothing. I knew nothing. I was nothing. No angels up above and no demons down below. You are right that many people have to die. Not everybody is genetically superior after all to be able to transcend death itself. I don't understand your moral qualms. Many humans are organ donors are they not? Hearts, livers, eyes, brains. Why not the entire body? It can save a life. As a matter of fact if a dying man is destined to die soon and there is another who could use his body it would be rather selfish to not donate what he will soon cease to need. Think of this as the full package of organ donation."

Steve glared at him. "You're not doing anybody a favor except yourself, Wesker! I remember the beginning stages of your work and you were having your men kidnap people to run your tests on. These weren't dead people. It would be one thing if you were using people that just died or even coma patients who had no chance to wake up but you're using innocent people who had normal lives and families that care about them!"

Wesker removed his sunglasses. "Ah dear young fool. You still have much to learn. Perhaps young Jacob will be a much more suited legacy. He is after all my biological son," Steve demanded, "Where did you take him? What did you do with him?" Albert assured, "They are safe for now. It was not me who abducted them but my only brother. I want nothing more than to meet my own flesh and blood the next generation however he is being tested by Alex as we speak. One final test to see if he is worthy to be one of us."

Claire screamed aiming her Rifle, "You twisted sociopath! You're not getting away with this!" Albert sped up behind her and she tried to shoot but he grabbed the rifle with one hand and put a hand on the barrel with the other. "Did you really think the likes of you can stand a chance against me? You and your brother have tried before, remember?"

Steve suggested, "She's only human, Wesker! Why don't you pick on somebody your own size and let her go?" Albert's face twisted to a half smirk, his glowing eyes aflame. "You must be joking..."

Steve defiantly said, "Never been more serious about anything. Let her take the elevator. If you're really all that then you should make short work of me and it won't matter what she or anybody else tries to do with this lab."

Albert released Claire who ran to Steve. "This isn't a good idea!" Steve assured her, "I can handle this. It's about time the student beat the master anyway. Look, I think some of the BSAA were here. Somebody was in this room and somebody took that elevator. Wesker must have just missed them. We need to take care of this laboratory so that we can slow down the amount of B.O.W.'s that are still being manufactured. Unlike a lot of the labs you're probably used to this one is still operational."

Claire knew what he meant. He was saying that all though the lab in Raccoon City, where Claire had looked for a cure for Sherry had been teeming with B.O.W's all of its personal and staff were pretty much dead. The same was so in the Antarctica base. This was a frightening thought but whatever Wesker or Neo Umbrella or the Family or whoever had cooking up down there was nothing compared to Albert Wesker. Chris had tried fighting him many times one on one and had failed. He was just too powerful and now he was back from the dead? It was too much. In case it was Chris or Jill down there she needed to warn them.

"Okay..." She whispered. "Just be careful..."

She made sure she had her weapons and she went down into the elevator. As the doors closed, Wesker called out to her, "I wouldn't get too overconfident my dear. This will not take long. You'e bought yourself five minutes at best."

As the elevator began to descent she thought, We'll see. Please Steve...be careful. You have to win...

That's it for this chapter it's a much shorter one. I can't believe nobody reviewed the last story lol i mean you may or may not agree as to whether that was my best lemon but it certainly was the most difficult one i ever wrote it took twice the time as the other ones. So those of you who have been reading every chapter i hope you'll read that and get on it. Gotta love threeways!

I try to keep the fanfiction stories as close to the games as possible in terms of references to past games but now that we know that Alex Wesker is a blonde woman we can disregard my own Alex Wesker LOL. Not to mention in RE Rev 2 Barry recently joined the BSAA where as in this i had him as one of the original 11. It just seemed fair. BUT one thing i pretty much already did have in mind as far as keeping your mind and yet having somebody else's body i never knew that Capcom would use the same thing i was thinking. I'm obviously not gonna say who i don't want to spoil RE Revelations 2 and all though.

So now Steve, with his super human abilities from the T Veronica virus, is going to take Albert Wesker, who is wearing Piers Nivan's meat suit in a fight. Who will prevail? Gotta stay tuned.