*Five Months Later*

The simple sound of a vibrating phone echoed off the white walls of the walls of the apartment. The man in the king sized bed threw the black comforter off his body and made his way down the corridor. He passed a mirror on his way to the kitchen and saw his blonde hair tousled around his sharp features. He picked up his phone off the marble counters and answered the call he'd been expecting for months.

"Yes?"

"The plane just landed. She doesn't look any different than she did when she left. No evident mutations."

"Follow her and see where leads. Don't let Miss Redfield out of your sight."

"Yes sir."

With that he hung up and made his way back to the bedroom. From the entrance of his room he could see red hair sticking out from under the sheets. As he made his way back into bed, the young woman turned around and slid her arm around his waist, holding him tightly.

"I'm afraid it's morning and time for you to leave." Wesker harshly said in annoyance as the young woman grunted in response and rolled over, unmoving from his bed. He slid a hand under her chin tightly and looked her dead in the eyes and told her, "Now." The woman blinked several times as if taking into focus his eyes. In realization that she wasn't mistaken, her eyes widened and lifted her naked body out of bed. She made her way into the bathroom and the first thing she noticed were contacts on the sink counter, along with syringes and fragile looking vials. This dude is a freaking pyscho! Fear overcame her and she put her clothes on over her pale flesh and quickly made her way to exit the apartment. Before she could reach the door, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the door. She began yelling out of sheer terror as she the silver flash of a syringe. Its contents entered her bloodstream and her blue eyes began rolling back as she slipped into unconsciousness. He carried her body into a separate room that was under lock and key, as it was filled with contents used in research. He laid her down and strapped her to a bed and tied her mouth shut. Before he exited the room, he glanced back at the girl and was reminded of Claire. Hmph. That was no reason for my encounter with this girl last night. He tried to forget the Redfield as he prepared himself for a day in the lab. With no success, he left his apartment and was in a foul mood the rest of the day.

"DAMMIT!" The sound of glass breaking followed the scream, causing Jill to run into the room. Chris stood in the room, beer bottle in hand and a broken vase rested at his feet. On the coffee table was his laptop and from his expression, Jill can see that he stood at another dead end.

"No one has any lead on Ada! What the fuck! How did she manage to completely get off the radar?"

"Check with Leon. Maybe he's found something."

A quick call showed that he found nothing. Jill had been pondering how much longer Chris would continue this search. The sound of a ringing phone shook Jill out of her thoughts. Chris answered the call and Jill waited to see what was happening.

"Yes, sir. We'll be there in a few hours." As he hung up, Jill raised an eyebrow, questioning the call.

"BSAA. We have a job in Manhattan. There's an old warehouse believed to be used for underground testing. Possibly B.O.W.s."

"Chris. You sure you're up for this?"

"Yeah…I could use a distraction."

"Well then, you might want to brush your teeth. The smell of booze in your breath isn't welcomed when it comes to dealing with B.O.W.s.?"

He gave off the tiniest of smiles and walked towards the restroom. He didn't know how much longer he would continue the search.

The smell of coffee invaded her nostrils before she even saw the green and white logo popping out from behind one of the bookstores in the airport. Claire Redfield had just gotten off an almost 17 hour flight and she was more than happy to be back in the U.S, after being sent to a foreign country where she didn't speak the native language. Hmph. China. Should've guessed. Her phone rang and almost half expected to see Chris' face on the screen. Instead, it was Ada's number.

"Yes?"

"A car will be waiting for you outside in the parking structure. The driver's name is Gerald. He knows where to go. This is your first job here. Security's much more trained. Don't mess it up."

"Got it." She hung up and made her way outside. When she was in the parking lot, she sensed she was being followed. She looked behind her and saw no one. She quickened her pace and this time she heard footsteps. She hurried and a red car, similar to the one Ada used in their first encounter. As she neared the car, the window rolled down and an older looking man stuck his head out.

"Miss Redfield?"

"Gerald, I assume?"

"Yes ma'am." With that, Claire got in the car and it sped off, leaving behind a figure standing behind a tall cement pillar.

"The target just entered a vehicle and received a call earlier. I couldn't make out any words."

"Don't let her out of you sight. When you get to the location let me know. If she spots you, bring her to me."

"Okay."

He then got into his car and followed the Redfield girl.

The car pulled up to an old looking warehouse in the industrial side of Manhattan. Doesn't look too bad, noted Claire. Ada had her do a few jobs in China concerning some pharmaceutical companies that were in the way of Ada's employers. Why had she done them? It was part of her training and she could use the distraction. Guilt was still lingering around her conscience but she did her best to ignore it. She had received a metal case filled with weapons and a flash drive inside. She found an earpiece and turned it on, connecting her immediately with Ada.

"What exactly am I retrieving?"

"Resources say that biological weapons are being made here. We need to see if it's true. And, find out what exactly,if it is true."

"Wait. Who is this job for?"

"A corporate woman named Excella. Don't worry. She doesn't work for Umbrella." Relief had been lifted off her chest. If she was indirectly working for Umbrella, well, she didn't know how she'd react. She was all ready to go when she noticed a car pull up a few streets back. She knew something was not right. Either way, she got out of the car and it pulled away the second she stepped onto the sidewalk, leaving her alone in the darkness. She made her way into the front and was surprised when she found it empty and dark. Definitely looked like no one was here of a while. She pulled out her flashlight and pointed it to a spot where the elevator doors where. She heard the familiar *ding* and she ran around a corner wall and watch as a pair of women wearing lab coats walked out.

"Yeah. I heard. Poor girl. Must be terrified."

"Hey, I'm not complaining. Frees us from having to find a new test subject."

"Yeah yeah. Let's go. I don't want to be here when that creepy guy decides to finally get out of his office."

The second they left the building, Claire rushed to stop the elevator and slipped through the closing doors. She hit the button to go into the basement and waited for what was next to come.

"Sir, she's inside the building now. She'll be there sooner or later."

"Fine. See to it if you can get to her before I do."

"Yes, sir" Before the transmission was cut, another car pulled up to the building. Two figures stepped out of the vehicles and Rodgers recognized one immediately.

"Sir, we have another visitor."

"Who is it now?"

"Chris Redfield."

Silence was heard through the earpiece. Then Wesker's voice calmly ordered,

"Take care of Mr. Redfield. I'll deal with his sibling." Then like that he signed off.

"I would be my pleasure." He said to himself as he walked toward the building the pair had just entered.

From the computer monitor, Wesker could see Claire skillfully maneuvering the halls of the labs, avoiding any and all security; even with her all black outfit contrasting strongly against the white walls of the lab. Damn fools. Eventually she came to spot that required a key car to gain access.

"What now, Miss Redfield?", he asked to no one in particular. He was waiting to see her next. She began to look around and then she started to move towards a different room. Wesker switched the monitor and the last thing he saw was her walking into the restroom. Again he switched the monitors, and this time Claire was walking out of the restrooms on the other side of the lab.

"Where are you going?" The monitor showed Claire looking out over a catwalk, staring down at the activity below. From the look on her face, she wasn't anticipating that much activity. With that, Wesker got up from his desk, put on his long over coat and walked out into the halls, making his way over to Claire.

Chris and Jill entered the lobby room of the warehouse, weapons drawn.

"Jill. Look." She looked down and saw that recent footprints were noticeable against the dusty floor. They followed them into the elevator and began making their way down. The elevator came to a stop and they were greeted by white walls and endless corridors. They stepped out into the labs and were taken by surprise of how many people were there. The doors behind them shut and was suddenly opening again a minute later. The doors opened and from inside the elevator, a man in security clothes stepped out, gun aiming directly at Chris.

"Well if it isn't Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine." Chris and Jill had their guns raised and ready to fire.

Chris was the first to address the man. "I'm sorry have we met before?"

"No we haven't. But I did get the pleasure of meeting your sister. Lovely girl she is. Especially, when she's yelling for her poor big brother to come and save her. Too bad she's no longer with us, right?"

Anger flared inside Chris.

"What did you guys do to her? Why did you need her again after her death?"

"That was all Wesker's idea. Ada had been assigned to take her corpse. Anything after that, I don't know." Time was being wasted and he had had enough. Rodgers shot a round and it landed on an alarm at the far end or the corridor, letting a ringing noise to be transmitted everywhere. Rodgers then slammed his fist forward, almost hitting Jill til' she was pushed over by Chris, who took the hit instead. Jill got up and found that security was running towards them. Chris and Rodgers were throwing punches and dodging them. Chris then grabbed him and tossed him towards a glass window that was a wall for an office. It gave both Jill and Chris time dash down a corridor and escape a ricochet of bullets. Due to the security breach, all doors had been opened, allowing them to enter a large room that descended into the ground with at least 4 separate levels.

"Come on, Jill."

The pair dashed towards towards the door and descended the spiral staircase. Security personnel and scientists ran in several different directions as Chris and Jill made their way into the lower levels of the lab. The high staircase and open room gave them a vantage point and they decided to go towards a hallway that had a sign that read 'Prisoner's Ward.'

Jill was ahead of Chris when suddenly she heard a loud grunt followed by a thud. When she turned around, she saw Rodgers onto of Chris, knife in hand, leveled at his throat. She reacted quickly and shot at the knife in hand. A yell escaped the man wielding the knife as he threw himself off. He immediately stood up, clutching his right shoulder. Jill noticed his attention was somewhere else. His eyes went above Jill and stayed there for a few seconds before Jill round-housed him, causing him to fall over the shiny railing. He hung on by a few fingers and tried pulling himself up. By the time he pulled himself up, Jill and Chris were gone. He was left slumped against the railing and he continued to look upward, breaking off his pursuit of the BSAA members. Standing there was her. She, in her black outfit and red hair hanging short above her shoulders, her gun in hand. So much for getting them. Now, where the hell is Wesker to take care of his experiment?

The redhead turned and quickly maneuvered the catwalk hanging above the open space below. She was just about to take an elevator down when a security guard took notice of her and stopped her before she got any further.

"Ma'am I need to see some identification."

"Identification? Do I really need to go through this again? You guards have the worst memory ever!"

The guard noticed her gun tucked carelessly under her jacket and slowly reached for his gun. Before he laid a hand on it, a fist came up and caught him on his temple, knocking him out instantly. She had to admit, being infected had brought her a few benefits; she hated admitting it. As she dragged the guards body over to the end of the catwalk, a gunshot was heard, followed by the sound of an alarm. The next the she heard, was glass breaking. Then they came into view. Chris was running behind Jill as the made their way down a spiral staircase. Then another figure rushed at them from behind. From here she noticed his figure and the confident movements that he carried. Rodgers? Ugh. Not this idiot again. She witnessed him tackle Chris from behind and panicked when she saw the glint of the knife in his hand. She instinctively reached for her hand and steadied it at Rodgers. Stay calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Fire! She pulled the trigger and it bullet met its mark on his shoulder. Satisfying was the cry of his pain as the bullet lodged itself into his arm. He turned his attention to her and their eyes locked in place.

Message received, Claire watched next as Jill proceeded to kick Rodgers, succeeding only getting him over the railing. She watched as her brother and Jill ran towards a ward concerning prisoners. She stare down at Rodgers and gave the tiniest of smiles. They stared each other down for a minute until she finally put her legs into motion, leaving behind a bleeding soldier.

The faint noise of shoes on a metal platform reached Wesker's ear. An alarm had been sounded a few minutes before, almost drowning out the sound of the shoes. He followed the noise until he came upon a thin figure walking along the entrance of the hallway leading out to the main room. A gun rested still at the silhouette's side. He approached the figure quietly when suddenly its head whipped to the side, as it sensed his presence. The silhouette turned away and with one hand, it jumped over the railing. Wesker dashed to the railing and looked down to see the one person he was anxious to see. He looked down and the figure stood looking up. The light fell directly on her face and there stood Claire. A look of anger and fear was on Claire's face. Wesker then laid a hand on the railing and proceed to jump over. The second his hand was on the railing, Claire ran as fast as her inhuman legs would allow her. By the time Wesker hit the floor, Claire was running upstairs to the next level.

"You can't run from me dear heart." He whispered before he ran in pursuit.