The last thing Chris heard was the voice of a man telling someone to take the earpiece off of what he assumed was Claire's unconscious body.

"You have got to be freaking kidding me, Claire!" Chris lets out an exasperated breath.

He then quickly checked his phone and saw that the earpiece that Claire was wearing still on and releasing signals. It started moving at rather quick pace. Then, it started to leave the area in which Chris was looking at directly at. As if on cue, he noticed a black SUV speed out of the back of the giant warehouse. Chris seemed a little amused. Black, he thought. Why always black? With that, he put the car in drive, stepped on the gas, and followed his sister's captors into the dark night.

A sharp turn to the left sent Claire's body flying into the back of the front seat, immediately waking her up. Her head ached as she tried to push her face up off the shoulder of the passenger. She somehow managed to put herself in a leaning position against the seat, as her hand were cuffed behind her back.

"You assholes should at least have the decency to tie me into the fucking seat after you knocked me out!" she said as groggily and as harsh as she could possibly say in her condition.

The soldiers simply gave her a look that was supposed to scare her but had no effect on her as she was distracted by a subtle light shining from the guard's pocket. It was, Claire noticed, her earpiece. She stifled a laugh as she knew Chris must be hot on their trail. With that she relaxed and managed to pull her seatbelt together. From her seat, she noticed a car gaining on them.

"Well since you idiots may have noticed there is a car following us and you may as well know it is my dear brother coming to my rescue. Next time you may want to make sure your little buddies turn off any devices that can be tracked." She said confidently to the man who was in obvious charge.

His head whipped to the side and stared at the man who took the earpiece out of his pocket and shamefully turned it off. Angrily he took out his gun and shot his failed employee in the head. Claire was stunned as the man's limp body fell against hers. That had been a bit brutal, even for one of Umbrella's hench men. Claire managed to see the big man's nametag as he turned his attention to her. Rodgers it read. Rodgers then turned his gun on Claire. Before he shot, a car slammed into them from behind causing the bullet to shatter the window. Claire managed to use this distraction as a way to free the knife from the dead soldier's body and got her hands free. She tried to get to the door but was stopped by an enormous hand grabbing her shirt collar and throwing her back into the seat. The car was constantly taking turns making it difficult to get to the door. Shots were constantly ringing out to and fro. It took all the strength Claire had to grab the handle and shove it open. Air now whipped her hair around, blocking her vision. She managed to see something in the corner before she tried to jump out. It was her backpack. She grabbed it and stuck her head out waving to Chris to get closer. The car pulled up to the side and Claire attempted to jump out onto it. Yet again she was tossed back. This time however, someone landed on top of her, squeezing the breath out of her lungs. It was Rodgers. She kicked and punched the man but made no obvious damage to the man's large frame. Without thinking, she grabbed the gun out of his holster and aimed at him. That was enough to get his attention.

"Back off! Now! Or I'll blow your brains out!" He then backed up a little when suddenly he was hot in the arm and kicked out of the car that was going 80 mph. With some luck, Claire managed to jump from the SUV, to the car Chris was driving, without any difficulty. She landed on the roof and slide her way in through the window.

"That was too freaking close." She sighed as she strapped herself in.

"Claire."

"Yes dear brother?"

"What the fuck were thinking!? I told you to get out of there!"

"Hey! I got some info, so take a Midol and keep a look out for any suspicious cars." Claire said as she leaned into the seat and closed her eyes.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" he said with a smirk.

"Taking a nap, genius. Wake me when we get home."

With that she fell asleep until they got to their destination.

Eight hours later, Claire was fully awake and had looked through the gathered information at least three times. She was accompanied by Jill, Leon, Chris, and Rebecca. The five managed to stick together even though most of them had been living in entirely different locations.

"You think this stuff is of any use to us? I mean it's just a bunch of information on the T-Veronica virus. Stuff we already know.", inquired Jill.

"It has to be relevant to something big. Look at the dates. They're recent. No reason to be listed as recent unless they started looking into it again.", responded Claire.

She let out a sigh and turned to Leon. He had been staring at her ever since they told them of what had happened at the Umbrella base. He looked away as he noticed her returning her gaze towards him.

He blushed and turned away, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. Chris on the other hand, who had been watching Leon the entire time and didn't like it stated,

"What about the names of the researchers? They seem to be different. Not to mention the references. They all seem to be other pharmaceutical companies."

They were getting nowhere and decided that they would each run their errands and tasks separately and contact each other if they received any information. They gave each other hugs and kisses goodbye as they each went their separate ways once again.

"Claire." It was Jill. Claire turned her head and waited for whatever was coming next. "Keep your eyes peeled and stay alert for the next few days. Umbrella doesn't take these things lightly."

Claire nodded, knowing more than well that it was true.

"Targets located, sir." Sargent Rodgers spoke softly into his earpiece as he watched the group of people through the window. He'd been watching them for hours as they poured over the notes the redheaded had stolen.

"Good. Get those notes back. No matter the cost. We can't have them figuring out the next step in the project." The dark voice replied through the earpiece. The voice belonged to the one and only Albert Wesker. How Rodgers ended up working for Umbrella, he was still unsure. All he was sure was that he hated Chris Redfield's guts. His brother was killed in one of the raids that Chris Redfield was in charge of. Since then, helping Umbrella seemed the right thing to do. As he skillfully maneuvered the trees, a sharp pain seized his right arm. It was sore from being shot by the girl. He had no idea who she was, but at the mention of her description, Wesker seemed interested in this character.

"Most of the people are clearing out. One stayed behind." He reported.

"Hmph. Which one of decided to stay?"

"The bitch that shot me."

"Well then. This could be used to our advantage. How would you like to get some, well deserved revenge?"

"It would be my pleasure."

"Good. Here are your instructions."

As soon as everyone cleared out, Claire entered the bathroom and prepared to take a shower. Upon entering the bathroom, she left the room door ajar, and left her customized Smith & Wesson on the counter. It had been engraved with her initials and the words Let Me Live on the side. A gift from Leon for her birthday. Upon exiting the shower, she took in recognition that the door was now closed. Fuck. Pretending she didn't noticed she grabbed her towel, wrapped it around her torso, and then quickly reached out for her gun. Before grabbing her gun, a fist connected to her nose sending her back first into the cold, tiled floor.

"Move and I'll blow your brains out. Sound familiar?"

Looking up and she found herself staring at the sergeant's gun.

"For fuck's sake! Ever thought of signing up for the Search and Rescue?" she stated as she held her now bleeding nose.

"Cute. Now get your ass up and into the room. NOW!" He tossed her some clothes and stuck the gun at her back.

Claire had very few options at this point. She started putting her clothes on, keeping one eye on Rodgers. At least he didn't stare as she put them on. She tried to leave as much blood everywhere she could, to leave some type of sign for Chris or Leon, who would soon see something was wrong.

"Done. Now what?" she questioned him as he reached for her arm. She stepped back nervously and questioned his motives. He then took out his gun and shot several bullets into the walls. Then he lastly turned to her and shot her right arm.

"Aghhhh! Motherfucker!" she screamed painfully.

"Payback bitch."

He then cuffed her, grabbed her shot arm forcefully and shoved her out to the front of door. She tried to fight her way out of his grip but failed as her strength was compromised. Noticing all the research paper was gone from the table, she ultimately regretted leaving it a strew. She was then shoved into yet another black car.

"Target acquired, sir. I have the papers as well. We're returning to the base next as we speak."