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Suspicion arose in Wesker when Claire just openly asked what the next step was. Claire wasn't one too easily give up; it was against the Redfield nature.

"The virus hasn't destroyed that Redfield spark has it?" Wesker asked mockingly, as he reached out and pushed back a lock of her hair. She didn't even react or stiffen at his touch. He didn't like this. Something was up.

"Fine. Get ready and meet me downstairs in ten minutes." He walked towards the door and before he walked out Claire's monotonous voice speak,

"What do you expect me to wear?" He tried to detect a hint of sarcasm, but found none.

Without turning around, he simply said, "After your shower, you should find a new set of clothing. Now waste any more time than you already have." Claire had already slammed the bathroom door shut. The Redfield spark doesn't die. It can't. Especially now. It's all I have left.

An hour later, Claire emerged from a steamy bathroom and into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her torso. She walked over to the bed where a black outfit was lied down.

"I remember saying to come down stairs in TEN minutes, not an HOUR later." She spun around and found Wesker leaning against the wall. At least he felt like he could still surprise her. She ignored him and grabbed the clothes and attempted to walk back into the bathroom. He grabbed her throat and slammed her into the wall.

"I was talking to you Miss Redfield. I won't be ignored." He was inches from her face. She stared at him and spoke,

"Well, honestly I couldn't care less if you were even shouting at me." He glared at her and raised his hand and backhanded her. Claire saw it coming and braced herself.

"I'll get some show of respect I deserve from you one way or another." He lowered his lips to her ears as he softly whispered, sending a shiver down her bare shoulders. She could feel his warm breath on her shoulders and was suddenly reminded of the fact that a towel was the only thing covering her.

"I apologize."

"Get dressed and come down in five. If you don't I'll be forced to dress you up myself." An evil smirk lingered on his face as he walked out leaving behind a blushing Claire.

Albert Wesker had just left behind Claire in her bedroom when he received a call. One he had been anxiously waiting for.

"Yes?" he questioned.

"Most of the targets have been neutralized. There is one remaining but he seems to have run off to Pittsburg for the time being. I'm heading over tonight." The woman's voice replied with little concern about the job at hand.

"Thank you Miss Wong. I expect the job to be finished by tomorrow. Fail me or you'll end up like them."

"Affirmative. Do you still have the Redfield girl with you?"

"The current business I have with Miss Redfield is none of your concern, Miss Wong"

With that he ended the call. He had been informed by Ada that the scientists in charge of storing the information were trying work out a deal with the BSAA to get themselves out of any charges for helping Umbrella manufacture B. . He didn't like the chances of any information of the advanced version of the T-Veronica Virus getting out. He had no other choice but to get rid of them. Luckily, he had a very capable Asian spy who whose was willing to do anything for a certain price.

Ada Wong had just gotten off the phone with the infamous Albert Wesker. A new job was at hand and she was fully prepared to come through. She had to redeem herself ever since the accident in Spain. Sure she had gotten the samples, but Wesker was less than pleased to find out Leon had made it out alive. She just couldn't see him die or get hurt. Especially at her hand. She was off to Pittsburg. Curiosity filled her mind. Why would Wesker keep the sister of his arch enemy alive this long? He must be getting soft. Hmph. Ada smirked at the thought. Wesker a softly? No way in hell.

"Okay so I had Hunnigan search for any of the names that were filled in the notes. So far, only one name keeps repeating. It's the name of the man who's in charge with storing the information in the warehouse Chris snuck into. Doctor Alfred Hastings. According to Hunnigan, he'd been doing some recent activity outside Umbrella. He was responsible for a possible hacking of a pharmaceutical company that was a big competitor with Umbrella." Leon read the report that was sent to him by his friend Ingrid Hunnigan.

"He was last seen in Pennsylvania. Not sure if he's left the state. Or even alive for the matter."

That caught Chris' attention. "What do you mean by even alive?"

"Hunnigan just found out that the other researchers listed on the list are all dead. Most of them died recently actually. Cause of death still unknown, however police expect foul play."

Chris was not excited by the sound of that. "We have to find this Hastings guy before whoever is killing the scientists does. He may be our only lead." At that moment, Leon received a message from Hunnigan.

Intel received. Deal with Umbrella scientist happening in Pittsburg. Hastings is believed to be involved.

"We got a lead! We are going to Pittsburg! We leave in five." The team scrambled to get there things as they informed of the target location.

A couple hours later, they were in Pittsburg and all dressed in black with hoodies covering their faces. They were taken to a dark alley where Chris and Jill were posted above in the roofs of buildings doing reconnaissance, and Leon and Rebecca were hidden behind some garbage bins waiting for any action to occur. Within thirty minutes of arrival, a mysterious man had appeared in the alley as if waiting for someone.

"Is that him?" radioed Chris.

"Not sure. His face is too covered." Rebecca reported back.

The figure was looking around the alley frantically. Then, a tall slender silhouette stepped into the picture. It appeared to be a woman.

"You guys see that? His buddy arrived. Nobody else is in the area" Jill noted.

She was talking softly to the man when suddenly; the discussion seemed to be getting heated. The man's body language was getting intense whilst the woman seemed calm as if nothing bothered her. He suddenly began running towards where Leon and Rebecca were secretly posted. They stepped into view and the man stopped in his tracks.

"Please you need to help me! She's going to kill me!"

"Who is?"

The click of heels echoed throughout the alley. Then the silhouette stepped into view. First the red heels, then the black jeans, after the red silk blouse,

"Well isn't this a surprise?" Leon stood silent with his gun raised as the woman who had recently betrayed him in Spain smirked at him, waiting for a response.