Once Chris had reached the highest level of the ship, he found Carla standing by the edge. She turned as soon as she heard him coming through the door. He was quick to raise his gun at setting eyes on her.

"Give it up, Ada!" he yelled, knowing there was nowhere for her to run.

"Come for vengeance, have you?" she asked with a smirk.

Chris growled, he was raring to just pull the trigger on her now and be done with it.

"It's over, Ada!"

She gave him quite the smug smile at this.

"Didn't like my present, huh?" she asked as she waved the injector in her hand.

Chris snarled as he shot it right from her grip. Carla was a little annoyed to have it fly over the side to hit the deck below, but she played it off with a simple smirk and a slight shake of her hand as if it hadn't hurt all that much.

"You won't be infecting anymore people!"

Before he could pull the trigger on her now, the sound of a helicopter caught them both off guard. Carla turned, having to raise her arm to shield her eyes against the blinding search light until her eyes adjusted just in time to see one of Simmons men raise a gun.

"That bastard thinks he's won," she thought with a smug smile before stumbling back as the bullet tore a hole through her chest, leaving Chris in shock over what had just happened. Then again at least he hadn't been the one to do it.

Carla now turned back around, her hands over the bleeding bullet wound. She could still manage a smug smile, even if it was a pained one.

"You all think you've won, guess again." She smiled.

"You're dead, that's all that matters." Chris glared just as the door behind him burst open to have Claire rush on through.

"Chris!" she looked to him before looking over at Carla.

Carla took a step back just as Claire was now running over to her. Luckily she'd managed to grab her wrist before the woman fell to her death.

"Let go of me!" she hissed.

"No, I need you alive."

Carla snorted before turning to look over the edge.

"It's too late for me," she told her as she forced herself from the younger woman's grip.

Claire closed her eyes as she turned away, Chris was stood watching her.

"Why'd you shoot her? I needed her alive!"

"Scum like her don't deserve to be alive," he retorted not even going against the accusation.

Claire sighed with a shake of her head as Chris headed for the door. She had no other choice but to follow him out.

"What are you becoming, Chris?" she thought to herself.

oOo

As soon as Ada had left Claire to her brother, she'd made her way through the ship to stop upon a room with a briefcase upon a desk.

"Someone clearly wanted me to be here," she thought as she walked around to the front of the desk.

Slipping off a glove, she decided to give the fingerprint ID on the case a try. Not exactly to her surprise, it opened to reveal some very important information on Simmons and his little project.

"Interesting," she thought amused. "You poor thing."

Just as she was slipping everything back, she heard a gunshot ring out. Quickly rushing outside, she turned at the sound of a retreating helicopter. But that wasn't the only thing that had caught her eye, a flash of blue was now falling from above.

"Seems Simmons got to you first," she frowned as she sent out her grapple hook to quickly swing over to grab the falling woman.

Carla was quite surprised to feel the warmth of another so close to her as the wind whipped her hair to one side. She felt something solid under her feet, an arm still around her back as she was softly guided into a laying position.

"Why?" she snarled, wishing people would have just let her die.

"I need you alive in order to get the truth out of you," a familiar voice now had her seething.

"You!" she hissed.

"Calm down," Ada soothed her, while watching out for her arm that nearly hit her in the face. "I said calm down!"

"I don't have to listen to the likes of you!" Carla continued to thrash about.

"You're acting like a child," Ada frowned as she restrained her.

"Let go of me!" she now started kicking until wearing herself out.

"Are you done now?" Ada asked, a little annoyed.

"Leave me alone," Carla now sighed heavily.

"I told you, I need answers from you."

"I won't tell you anything," she hissed.

Ada just shook her head before looking down on Carla's wound.

"I'll get that out of you first," she told her, but Carla was already out cold.

Ada sighed as she heaved the woman to her feet to half drag her through the halls, quickly getting her into the nearest room to get her cleaned up. First she got her to the bed to lay her upon it.

"I sincerely hope you stay unconscious for both our sakes," she thought as she now looked down on the woman.

For some reason she had an overwhelming desire to look after her as if she were her sister. She wondered how that was even possible, seen as she'd never felt that way for anyone. Though that was all to do with her past. She'd not had much of a childhood, simply having to survive by herself. But however much she put on a cold front, she did have a heart for those in desperate need and hated if she couldn't help.

"Brings back memories," she now thought. "Raccoon City. The Birkin's. That damned Tyrant and...you Leon."

Shaking all those thoughts from her head, she proceeded with taking out the bullet to then clean up the wound and let the healing process begin. Anyone would kill to be in their place, with healing abilities as fast as the pair had got. Then again, they wouldn't want to have taken a giant mutated claw to the head.

"I have you to thank for this, William. If it wasn't for you and your virus I doubt I would have ever survived Raccoon City that night."

But then again, maybe it wasn't such a good thing after all as she had the ever present scar as a constant reminder of everything that happened that night.

"I tried to get rid of her, I really did." She sighed heavily as she looked down upon the unconscious form of herself basically. "But Ada Wong just won't leave me be."

She raised a hand to Carla's head, feeling the woman's temperature raise slightly. Seems she would be in for a rough night. Pulling out a chair, Ada settled herself in.

oOo

A few hours in and Carla was tossing and turning and muttering something, most likely it had something to do with Simmons.

"Stay away from me!" she screamed, sitting up on the bed to then force herself against the wall.

Ada stood to offer her comfort.

"You're just dreaming," she told her.

"They're all around me," Carla warned her. "Can't you see them? They want to harm me."

Ada sat upon the bed, looking around the dark room.

"Who want to harm you?" she asked as if talking to a child having a nightmare.

"They do," Carla pointed shakily. "Those things! And her, she won't stop haunting me!"

Ada gave a small sigh and stood to go turn on the light, but Carla reached out to grab her wrist.

"Don't leave me alone with them," she pleaded.

"I'm not going far only to turn on the light," Ada soothed her.

She felt her let go to allow her to turn the light on, showing her there was nothing there. Carla looked to her, feeling downright foolish for acting so silly.

"I don't need the light on," she huffed as she laid back down to face the wall.

Ada rolled her eyes as she turned the light off.

oOo

Soon enough the light of the morning sun broke through the small windows, filling the room with more light. Ada stretched and yawned, having fallen asleep on the chair. Glancing over at Carla, she could clearly see the woman was still sleeping and decided to go wash up. However, it wasn't long before her twin was making her way over to the bathroom.

"I'm taking a shower," she told her straight as she turned the shower on. "I need a towel and fresh clothes waiting for me when I'm done."

"Anything else?" Ada frowned.

"Yes, leave me in peace." Carla snapped.

Ada huffed as she headed off to find the needy woman a towel and some clean clothes.

"Better find my crazy twin something to wear," she thought as she headed down the hall in search of a room that actually had something appealing in it.

It was also nice for her to have a small breather while Carla showered.

"I wonder what you're up to right now, Leon?" she thought to herself with a smile as she looked out over the still waters, that resembled anything but her relationship with Carla right now.

oOo

Back in America had Leon sitting at his desk, writing up his latest report when he felt his ears burning.

"Huh, someone must be talking about me." He smiled to himself as he continued to type away at the keyboard.

"How's the report coming?" Hunnigan asked as she leaned up against his desk.

Leon stopped typing as he looked up at her. "Oh, so it's you."

"What?" she asked bewildered.

"Talking about me," he smiled.

"Come on, Leon. I have better things to talk about than you," she rolled her eyes in response.

He shook his head as he got back to typing away once again, not knowing who was actually talking about him.

xXx

The place was awfully quiet, but then again it had been quiet all through the time they'd been there. The only difference was that there was nobody coming in to poke and prod them anymore. Thankfully it was a good thing, but it could also mean they'd now served their purpose.

It would seem Carla had left strict instructions to have them moved for their own safety. Though she in fact knew Wesker Junior would at least put up somewhat of a fight, and thus she hadn't really bothered with that much security. Admitted the one's she had left there were armed with guns, but Jake was a tough kid he'd fight his way out of there with his bare fists.

Laying on the bed in his soft padded white cell room, he was left to his miserable thoughts.

"A part of me really doesn't want to believe that crazy bitch," he frowned. "Hm, son of Albert Wesker. I'd rather have the deadbeat dad I always thought I had."

Putting that thought completely aside, he turned to other things of interest.

"Wonder if Sherry's faring any better? What I wouldn't give for that kind of superpower."

He was quickly cut from his thoughts as the large vault like door opened to reveal three masked men. Pulling himself up into a sitting position, he couldn't help but give them a smug smile. The one at the front moved in, while the other two waited with their guns at the ready if need be.

Jake sat and watched as the masked man pulled out some handcuffs. He complied or else he'd just have the cell sealed back up on him again with a new companion.

"Keep moving," the man jabbed him with his gun once they were out of the cell.

Jake turned with a slight smirk. "Sorry guys."

The masked men were quite shocked he could understand them and speak back to them as fluently as they could.

"Time to move on," he finished as he used their confusion against them.

Backing up he took hold of the masked man's arm, forcing him to fire at his subordinates. He missed them both, which was Jake's plan. He just wanted to show them how good he was without a weapon and to scare them a little. Quickly forcing the gun from the man's hand he then used it to smash the mask from his face, revealing him to be one of those J'avo. He knocked the man to the floor to then use his legs to grip the man's head and snap his neck forcefully. He then quickly grabbed the key to unlock the handcuffs before getting back on his feet to beckon the other two forwards.

oOo

Sherry pulled herself up from the large bed. She was still aching slightly from the last experiments they'd done on her, and standing took some effort. Once she was up she headed for the TV, grabbing the remote she was greeted with the News channel. They were going on about how bad things were getting, though no one had lived through hell like her and the rest of the survivors that had seen all there was to possibly see with the Arklay and Raccoon incidents.

"I hope you're faring better than me, Jake." She thought with a slight groan.

Heading back to the bed, she decided to lean against it to help steady herself. If she were to be attacked right now she sure as hell wasn't in any proper state to be fighting back.

"Just need a minute or two," she sighed as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly the power cut abruptly, leaving her in total darkness and silence once again.

"Jake!" she thought happily. "I hope that's you."

She slowly headed for the door, only to now see one of the masked men heading her way. Thankfully the adrenaline was now fuelling her to slip back and slide across the bed. The masked man rushed in, stun rod in hand. His heavy breathing was a dead giveaway of his whereabouts, giving her the much needed advantage.

Dropping out of nowhere to give the man a well aimed kick to the head, he was sent flying forwards with a groan. Quickly activating the stun rod, he turned in hopes of hitting her. Sherry was one step ahead of him and had his hand in hers. Quickly spinning him around she pushed him onto the bed. He quickly stood to swing the stun rod, but Sherry was already disarming him. A swift kick to the back had him heading face first into the glass. Now turning to look at her, she couldn't help but smile as she knew how this would end.

oOo

Jake was now making his way down the pristine white corridors, facing off against more J'avo who thought they could take him down.

"Been really nice here," he told one of the men before smashing his head against the floor. "But it's time I checked out."

"Two test subjects have escaped from their quarters!" a frantic voice came over the speakers. "They must not leave the facility. Permission to use firearms has been granted. Repeat! Two test subjects have escaped from their quarters! They must not leave the facility. Permission to use firearms has been granted."

"They don't need your permission, pal." Jake frowned as he dodged an array of bullets headed his way. "They've already been trying to shoot me before. Wait, Sherry's here?"

He ducked under another J'avo to quickly stand and slam his head against the wall.

"Hang in there super girl, I'm coming!"

Quickly slipping through a vent he headed straight for the console to be able to take control of the camera's.

"Come on, Sherry, where are you?"

oOo

Sherry was just now making her way into a room with a large glass window. Quickly hiding herself against the wall, she waited for the J'avo to pass before silently taking him out. He soon cocooned and she had no other choice but to run. Unfortunately though more of those masked men now ran out at her, blocking her path to the room ahead. Even better, the cocoon was starting to crack open and shortly after that a creature emerged.

"Damn," she sighed. "There's no way I can take that on!"

Suddenly bullets were skimming right past her and she instinctively ducked, thinking it may have been the masked men behind her that were firing. Turned out it wasn't them as they all started to evaporate before her very eyes. Even the large armoured B.O.W. was now falling to the floor. Looking up, she could now see a laser sight on her from the camera, searching the area. It stopped to slowly drift over her to take out another J'avo standing right behind her.

"That's gotta be Jake," she thought with a smile as she was now free to quickly move on.

oOo

"I've got your back super girl," he smirked as he flicked through the areas to find her once again.

He made sure the room was clear for her as she quickly ran over to input the code into the door. He had no idea he would need a code as well.

"Oh, come on!" he sighed as he now found himself face to face with the same lock.

He now randomly pressed the buttons.

"This, this and this."

It beeped to tell him it was wrong.

"Alright, this, this and this."

After a second failure, he just gave up and punched the thing, forcing the door to open instead.

"Huh, should have gone with brute force all along."

Quickly heading through he crouched down to crawl through another vent in order to then climb a ladder, and then crawl through another vent to then slip into a locker room.

"Jake!" Sherry called out in surprise at seeing him drop down into the room with her.

He was pleased to see her too, but not like that. Quickly covering his eyes with one hand, he cleared his throat as he turned from her. At realising she was wearing a revealing hospital nightdress she quickly covered herself and dashed to hide behind the open locker door. Jake now walked over to open the rest in hopes of at least finding something to wear.

Sherry turned to see some conveniently placed clothes hanging in the open locker. There was no time to ponder on who had left them there for them, as she was now stripped of the hospital gown. Upon finding clothes in the locker next to Sherry, Jake couldn't help but glance over at her. His eyes drifted down her bare back to stop at the place she'd once been impaled. There was no scar at all, it was as if it never happened. Quickly pulling a face at how disrespectful he was being, he started to get dressed.

"So, how you faring?" he decided to ask.

"It's the Raccoon aftermath all over again," she sighed.

"Yeah, thought we'd be in the same boat."

"What did they do to you?" she asked sympathetically.

"Plenty," he huffed. "They said something about using my antibodies to enhance the C-Virus."

"Oh, no..." Sherry groaned. "What else did they say?"

He decided to change it up a little now.

"You know anything about an Albert Wesker?"

Sherry was speechless. Just who was the one that had told him about Wesker?

"What?" was all she could say to him.

"I'll take that as a yes," he grunted. "Turns out he was my dad."

Sherry knew everything about everything really, there was nothing she really didn't know.

"He was given this gift, but seems he abused it to turn himself into some kind of monster. And here I thought dear old dad was just a deadbeat who skipped out on us! No, no, no, turns out he was some nut job who wanted to destroy the world."

"Listen Jake, you're nothing like your father."

"I have the same blood as him. He's the reason why we're here! I mean come on, you really think that crazy doesn't run in the family, that somehow I won't end up like him."

"If that's true, then I hope someone puts an end to me before I take after my parents!" she snapped as she slammed the locker door to then head out.

"Damn!" he groaned, kicking the locker. "Sherry, wait!"