Chris could hardly believe it. First, his sister was kidnapped, then a total stranger with access to all his data who worked for an unknown company asked for his help with the proposal to help him find Claire... this was shaping up to be one of the strangest and most stressful days of his life.

He sighed. His arms were crossed and his back was against the wall as his serious, nervous and irritated eyes stared at the man sitting in his kitchen chair. His guns were on the counter on which Jill and Parker were leaning. After that incident with Lansdale, the man had proved to be a loyal companion.

Sitting on the other side of the counter was Sherry, her head resting on her hands, alternating her gaze between everyone there with a certain... nervousness.

The man was wearing black tactical clothing, very similar to Navy Seals, with a black tactical vest. However, he made a point of taking all the weapons he had.

Considered the best marksman of his time in both S.T.A.R.S and the BSAA, he knew a quality product when he saw one. And those weapons were modified to cause as much damage as possible. No wonder he went after biological weapons in particular.

"Is that good enough for you, Redfield?" The masked man asked. His tone of voice was neutral. Just that, neutral, there was nothing behind it. And that was uncomfortable.

"Not even close. Take that off." He replied, pointing with his head to what was on the man's face, which remained inexpressive.

"Take off my mask?" he asked.

"Exactly." Chris replied."

"Negative."

"Why? Are you ugly?" Parker asked.

"Quite the opposite." The agent replied, a hint of good humor in his voice.

"Somehow, I doubt it." Parker muttered, and after shaking his head and sighing for the thousandth time that day alone, he took two steps closer to the agent.

"Enough of this bullshit. Why don't you tell me why you're sitting in my kitchen in the middle of the night?" Despite Chris's firm, serious voice, the agent simply leaned back in his chair, not looking away.

"Wesker attacked my organization." Jill and Parker looked at each other. Chris, for his part, remained in the same place, but his face showed surprise, even a slight shock. "He destroyed a lot of our equipment and some of our research. We'll be able to salvage a lot, on the bright side. But we no longer have the means to go after him. And considering that your group is the most reliable among this shitty government, it was the most logical choice."

The agent had his hands resting on his thighs, his eyes fixed on Chris, who was already feeling a little uncomfortable. Not for the reason other people would have, but for the feeling that he was going to be attacked at any moment, a certain kind of pressure that made his body alert to even the slightest movement of the man in front of him. The fact that he didn't know when he was going to be attacked, or if he was going to be attacked at all, was truly disturbing.

"And why do you think that? Why do you think the BSAA will help?" Chris asked, pulling a chair out and sitting down about three steps away from the man, his hand reaching for the knife at his waist. At that distance, a knife was much better than a gun.

"Because we know where he's going." Chris ran his tongue across his teeth. "And hopefully, in a few hours' time, we might know the location of all his hideouts." The masked man leaned his left arm on the table, he looked quite... comfortable.

Chris clenched his fist slightly. He was acting too comfortable, almost as if he was trying to show that he didn't see them as a threat, or that he could get out of that situation at any time if he wanted to. It was irritating. A feeling of superiority very similar to that of Wesker.

And considering everything that had happened that day, Chris would say that he was about to reach the limit of his patience.

"Right... but why talk about it here? Why not at the BSAA base?" Sherry asked, feeling her body tremble as the agent locked his eyes on hers, only to turn back to Chris.

"Because I don't trust them. Or rather, I don't trust the part that Redfield doesn't control." Jill arched an eyebrow at that, and Chris made a confused little face. "They're corrupt, Redfield. They do deals in the shadows, right under your nose."

"How do you know that?" Parker asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"I know a lot of things, I have to, otherwise I wouldn't have helped you so many times. The details don't matter." They disagreed, but remained quiet.

"And you trust me?" Chris asked, his distrust present in his voice.

"I trust you enough. Otherwise, our dear friend Parker wouldn't be here, listening to our conversation." The agent replied, raising his hand to the man mentioned in a form of apology. "Nothing personal, Parker. But you work for horrible people. Lansdale wasn't the end of it."

Parker opened his mouth, he wanted to ask some questions. In fact, everyone there wanted to ask a lot of questions, but they decided to keep quiet. They had more important matters to deal with. And they knew that Chris's patience was very short, and at the moment, it was even more so.

"Right... where's Wesker now?" Chris asked, and the agent sighed slightly.

"Towards one of our facilities, to the south of our attacked base. He and his little group. They should have arrived by now... but that won't exactly be a problem." Chris arched an eyebrow.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because one of our agents is going to take care of it." Chris snorted in disdain, a brief laugh of debauchery escaping his lips.

"Oh, and you think one of your agents is going to be able to take out Wesker, all by himself?! Do me a favor, you arrogant bastards, you have no idea what you're up against, apparently." Despite the mask, he could see the agent in front of him smiling. It showed in his eyes.

"Ah, Redfield... so naive. We have his blood... We've developed something that will make him... sick, so to speak. Better than what you've got." Chris's face turned serious instantly, and the agent seemed to smile even more.

"You know that as well?" Jill asked, as surprised as Chris himself, and in response, the man simply held up his hands and shrugged, as if it were something trivial.

"Wesker must be eliminated as soon as possible. But at the moment, there's not much we can do. We'll have to wait for my team to get in touch anyway. I think Redfield here has more... pressing concerns, no?" He turned his gaze to Chris, who leaned forward slightly and rested his elbows on his thighs.

"My sister, Claire, was kidnapped 22 hours ago. I've already lost a considerable amount of time and I'm not in the mood for games. You'd better not try anything, no games, no bullshit secrets, you're going to tell me everything you know, understand?" He asked seriously, and the agent merely crossed his arms and nodded slowly in response. Chris didn't know if he was trying to provoke him or not, but whatever it was, he was getting annoyed with him.

"As I said before, I have no idea who it was. It's not as if I'm looking into your personal lives." He said, and Jill snorted in mild disdain.

"Gee, how polite of you." The agent ignored it.

"But I'll do what I can to help. We have the same goal here, and the quicker we resolve this, the quicker you can concentrate." He continued.

"And what can you do? You said you lost a lot of equipment." Chris asked, still a little suspiciously.

"Can I borrow a laptop?" he asked, and Chris just continued to stare at him for a few more moments, the silence taking over. "Do you want to know how I can help? Lend me a laptop." He insisted, and after Chris sighed in defeat, he turned to Sherry and pointed to her bag in the corner of the kitchen.

She stood up and walked over to the bag, then walked over to them with Chris's laptop in her hands.

Ghost nodded to the girl in thanks and pulled the laptop towards him. As soon as he turned it on, he reached up to his mask and pulled out a small USB drive that was next to his right eye, plugging it into the laptop straight away. He glanced at Chris, noticing his look of surprise and annoyance at having missed it, but he simply ignored it.

Ghost opened the "Backup" case system and entered his code. The loading screen appeared, and in a matter of seconds, he was connected to his personal team.

"Ghost, good to hear from you." The image of a woman appeared. She had bandages wrapped around her head, hiding her short hair, her skin was dark and she had a scar on her face, from the side of her mouth to just below her left eye and one more on her neck.

"Ayala, good to talk to you. What happened to Flint?" he asked, and the woman sighed slightly.

"Unfortunately he died of his injuries. That was forty minutes ago." Ghost bowed his head slightly and sighed. Again, he valued the lives of his men.

"May he rest in peace then." He said after a few moments. "Look, Ayala, I need you to locate someone. Claire Redfield. She was kidnapped 22 hours ago at the hotel..." He passed on the information, and Ayala began to search his system.

"79% of the system is operational, we've recovered a lot of our access. But I need more information than that." Ghost turned to Chris, who had been silent until then. In the meantime, Jill, Parker and Sherry had approached, and were also watching quietly.

"What have you got, Redfield?" He asked, and Chris handed him the video that the Hotel staff had given him, as well as all the information he knew.

Ayala began to do her job, hacking into any and all systems, whether private or public, and listening to audio calls, phone calls and radio conversations.

"This may take a while. But I'll find it. The van parked at the airport at exactly 02:23 and at 02:39 it got on a cargo plane. I'm tracing the identification plate. " Ayala said, and as she worked, Ghost leaned back in his chair, his gaze going towards Chris.

"Is that enough?" He asked, but he already knew the answer. Chris wouldn't trust him, probably never, but at least he wouldn't try to kill him at the slightest suspicion. Well, he hoped, it would be bad for everyone if either of them died.

"What exactly do you do?" Chris asked, taking advantage of the short moment of waiting to quell some of his doubts.

"She didn't tell you?" He pointed at Sherry.

"Yes, but now I have the chance to hear it from you. Ghost, that's your codename, isn't it?"

"Hm... I do the same as you. I fight bio-terrorism." He replied, crossing his arms.

"From what Sherry said, it's not like that." Chris argued, and Ghost sighed. "Remember what I said? No secrets. If we're going to work together, I have to know that you can really be trusted."

"And all the information I gave you wasn't enough?" He asked, and they didn't answer. Well, he wasn't expecting an answer, anyway. "Our organization has... well, had, access to any information anywhere in the world. Just like Wesker himself. Our system allowed us to know about outbreaks almost immediately, we had lists of suspected bio-terrorists, monitoring of some secret or shadow organizations." He began, looking at a few more pieces of information that Ayala put on the screen.

"Our mission was to intervene in these outbreaks before any other organization, whether national or international. We could get information faster and more conveniently, something we wouldn't be able to do if we waited for some kind of confirmation." He cracked the bones in his neck.

"We're divided into teams. The espionage team is responsible for getting information on the outbreak and anything related to it, whether it's people, cities, institutions, you get the idea. I'm in charge of the elimination team. As the name implies, I eliminate biological weapons and bio-terrorists." He explained, running his eyes over everyone there, who just listened without intervening.

"What about the survivors? In some cases, by the time the medical teams arrived, they had all been vaccinated." Parker asked.

"In those cases, when we knew that the civilians wouldn't receive medical attention quickly enough, our medical and cleaning teams were called in. They were instructed to act quickly, vaccinate everyone, give medical treatment, food, water, while the clean-up team got rid of the infected bodies. The whole operation took no more than a few hours." His eyes then focused on Sherry, who clenched her own fist slightly. "Remember what I said?"

"You can say the same to me too." Chris intervened, not liking the look he was giving her.

"I don't need to... she can say it for me. And this isn't the time." Ghost said simply, looking at the computer once more.

"Right... and you have access to BSAA data, don't you?" Jill asked rhetorically. "You know the secrets of our organization, of the government... why don't you do something?"

"Good question, Valentine." He said, resting his left elbow on his thigh and his hand on his knee. "Simply because society isn't ready. When we decide something, you can believe that I'm going to kill a lot of people. More than you know, people I know you know, and the country will be in chaos. After all, there will be no one to lead it. The BSAA will lose power." He looked deep into her eyes, and Jill understood the pressure Sherry had mentioned she felt when he looked into his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong... I'm going after them... all of them. But Wesker and Umbrella come first. Who knows, maybe they'll open their eyes and stop this corruption... although I doubt it." He said, looking away from Jill to the laptop screen when he heard a small beep.

"I found... identification "FAB- A29f7301" bound for Stockholm. They arrived 13 hours ago. The van went to a private location, the land of a girl called Astrid. 10 hours ago, the private helicopter took off in the direction of the Baltic Sea. I can't say exactly where." The woman said, and Chris stood up when he heard the information. Ghost leaned his arm on the table and shook his head in confirmation.

"You did well, Ayala. You did very well, thank you. I'm going to get ready to leave. I'll call you on this same radio channel." Ayala nodded with a small smile.

"Ah, any news of the reaper?"

"He got to the facility before Albert. He backed up all the files we had there and used some escape submarines to send some of our equipment. A team has already been sent to recover them. After that, he destroyed the computers and said he would wait for Wesker. I lost contact after that." She explained, and Ghost shook his head.

"Well, it'll have to do, let's hope he makes it. I'll talk to you later, Ayala." He said goodbye, then turned off the system and took his USB drive back.

"There's your confirmation, Redfield." He said, getting up from his chair and facing the man. "So... when do we leave?" The two men stared at each other for a few moments. Chris was a few centimeters taller than Ghost, as well as being bulkier, but he still didn't seem any more intimidating.

"Jill, tell O'Brian we're leaving." That's all he said, without turning to her, still with his eyes fixed on her. "Parker... are you going with us?"

"Sure... maybe he can answer a few questions for me on the way." The man said.

"I wouldn't count on it." Chris said, and after walking a few steps away, he looked seriously at Sherry. The girl grimaced a little and sighed.

"You're not leaving me out of this," she began. She began. "You know Claire would go after me if she were in my place."

Chris didn't reply immediately, his eyes were still serious and his face impassive. After a few moments, however, he sighed in defeat.

"Yes, I know... you're very much alike. You will go, but you will do as I say. Are we clear?" He asked, and she nodded in confirmation, satisfied. "Good, I'll get your equipment ready." After Sherry walked away, he turned his gaze to Ghost.

"... You can get your weapons. But know that I'll be watching." Ghost didn't reply, just walked towards the counter to get his things, still under Chris's watchful eye.

He was still suspicious, but to be honest, he wasn't sure if he should continue like this. As far as he knew, that guy had helped Jill and himself against Veltro and saved Sherry, not to mention all the other stuff... technically, he was a trustworthy guy if you took those things into account.

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. This was complicated. He had to get ready to rescue his little sister, and he had a feeling that wasn't going to be so easy.

Deep down, although he wouldn't admit it, he was in favor of that guy going along. According to what Sherry had said, and what he himself had seen a few years ago, he would be a great ally to have.

Hunk raised his hand to his mouth and placed the pill under his tongue. If something went wrong, and instead of dying he found himself in the hands of the enemy, he would swallow the pill and it would all be over in a matter of minutes.

He quickly lowered his mask and put his back to the wall. He was hidden in the ceiling, his legs supporting his body on two pipes. His plan was quite simple: eliminate the threats and infect Wesker.

And in the unlikely event that he didn't break into the facility himself, he would have to board the huge ship that had docked on the beach. No wonder they never managed to find Albert's location, that thing was undetectable.

He watched from the security camera as the men descended from the ship with huge gun bags and large boxes, probably to take all the equipment inside.

They might even take the computers, but they won't get anything.

The elevator opened and a large group entered the laboratory. Hunk looked down, noting the number of enemies. A group of five, one walked in front, two others carried a large box, and the rest guarded the rear.

He stayed up there, monitoring their movements, for ten, twenty minutes... an hour. As he had thought, Wesker had not come down with them.

The soldiers were placing the boxes next to the entrance to the laboratory, that was his way in.

There were a lot of soldiers up there at the moment. However, some were going back inside the lab to get what was left. This was his chance.

He sighed and prepared himself, keeping his eyes fixed on the corridor below. As soon as the soldiers had passed, he braced himself and quietly made his way down. He looked down both sides of the corridor and then began to follow the soldiers at a safe enough distance.

"There's not much left. Just computer parts." He heard one of them say inside one of the offices. Hunk leaned slightly to the side and observed the situation. Two of them were looking for something in that room, while the other two were putting some accessories and graphics cards into the huge box, which was already more than half full. Considering the weight of the accessories, cpus and monitors, and the weight of the box itself, he would say it was the same weight as a more corpulent person.

"Go check the office next door before we leave. There's nothing left here." He heard one of them say, and the two who were checking the office turned and walked towards the door. Hunk quickly moved away and looked for a small hiding place.

He scaled the wall to the ceiling again, and taking advantage of a ventilation duct, entered the office. His eyes, camouflaged by the red of his gas mask, watched the soldiers below him intently. They had stood up and looked around once more, one last check to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything.

"I think that's it." One of them spoke, placing both hands on his waist and taking a few steps away from the box.

"The parts will come in handy. But the rest of the equipment... we can't find the system or get into those computers." The other said, crossing his arms and also moving away from the box.

Hunk pulled a small device from his pocket and pressed the button. Outside the office, the emergency fire whistle blew, alerting the two men there who quickly raised their weapons and walked towards the noise.

"See anything?" One of them asked, giving Hunk enough time to remove some of those things and put them back in one of the lockers.

"No! One of those idiots must have tripped over something, I don't know!" The other said rather harshly, leaving the office and running his eyes around. "I'll go and turn it off."

Hunk closed the locker door and reached into the box, shutting himself in shortly afterwards. The weight might be a little different than expected due to his equipment, but not enough for them to feel anything. Not to mention that it was unlikely that they would simply leave some items behind simply because of the weight.

The soldier returned and everything fell silent. Hunk remained motionless with his rifle ready to fire at any unforeseen event, but despite this, he found himself waiting patiently.

Minutes later, the other soldiers returned.

"What was that noise?" He heard the soldier's muffled voice.

"One of you idiots must have activated something while you were poking around." Another said.

"No, we didn't-"

"Oh, never mind. Let's get on with it. Have you found anything?" The soldier interrupted him, and they approached the office.

"Nothing. We can go. Tell the boss that somehow they knew we were coming here. They've deleted everything." He heard the muffled voice, and shortly afterwards, footsteps approaching.

Hunk felt the box being lifted, as well as some brief complaints, but soon he felt himself moving.

They went up the elevator and walked to the beach, where they announced to the others that they could take their things inside, it was time to leave.

All Hunk had to do was wait.

As they took the things inside the ship, he heard them tell him to take the objects to room C-2, in the lower parts of the ship.

He waited... ten, twenty... an hour and a half... an hour and forty he took an object similar to the barrel of a gun with a trigger from his tactical vest and placed it against the top and bottom of the lid of the box, and in about four seconds, the lid made a muffled noise, similar to a small explosion, and Hunk slid the lid aside, quickly checking the inside of the room with his rifle raised.

There was no one there and the room was dark. His mask scanned the air as the red lenses changed to a greenish tint, making it easier to see in the dark. When the scan was finished, he moved when he saw that the air wasn't poisonous, but there were traces of a sleeping gas in the air. Not in a quantity large enough to put someone to sleep, but, hours ago, that was exactly the reason for using that room.

The room was full of items stolen from the base, so he quickly moved away from the boxes and approached the door.

From his tactical vest, he took out a small spy camera and bent down, slipping the camera under the door. Then he pulled up the sleeve of his tactical jacket and looked at the screen of his watch, which also served to control the spy camera.

It was a long corridor. In front of the door, however, was a ramp that led to the upper floors. To the right there was no one, to the left there was a soldier approaching with a rifle in his hands. From the distance, ten, eleven seconds until he approached.

There were no cameras around... at least, not that he could see.

Hunk pulled out the small camera and put it back in his vest at the same time as he pulled back the sleeve of his jacket and pulled out his equipment that disabled any electronic devices nearby as long as they were in range. He picked up the same device as before and did the same as he had done with the lid of that box and was soon standing next to the door.

Four seconds now... three... two... one... Hunk opened the door at the same time as he grabbed his machete. He quickly pulled the soldier towards him, put his hand over his mouth so he wouldn't scream and quickly killed him with his machete.

He pulled the soldier into the room and quickly closed the door, watching the cameras above the door that were now deactivated.

He quickly turned around and began to climb the huge ramp. Before he got all the way up, he put his back to the wall when he saw that the area he was about to enter was in the open. Behind him was the back of the ship, where there was a narrow corridor that led to what looked like a place where they put containers.

In front of him, there were some paths that led back into the ship.

Hunk moved quickly towards the nearest cover. That part was the only open-air part... and he saw a path he could use to go up another floor or so. Considering that the upper part of the ship was the smallest, and had a similar appearance to a dome, he would say that this was an important place. A control room, he was guessing, given that the ship was nothing like a conventional one.

His mask picked up sound waves nearby. Footsteps approaching from his left and behind him. There were also some footsteps thirteen meters upstairs.

Putting the rifle on his back, he runs to the side of the ship, takes hold of the railing and jumps to the upper deck. He grabs onto one of the gaps and pulls his body up with ease. The reaper looks down and watches the soldiers walk below him for a few moments. It was night, and that helped his camouflage, but it was better not to stay there any longer.

He shifted his gaze. Two meters now. He quickly pulled his body up, leapt over the railing and plunged his machete into the first soldier's neck. He then grabbed his silenced pistol and shot the second.

The reaper took two steps away from the bodies and ran his eyes around. He entered the ship again, and as he did so, he realized that he had reached the soldiers' resting place.

It was a long corridor with several rooms on the sides.

He walked quickly down the corridor, but soon stopped when he saw the sign above the stairwell door. There was an elevator next to it, and he shifted his gaze.

He pressed the button and waited. His eyes were fixed on the closed door; he would see sound waves in his mask if anyone approached.

As soon as the doors opened, he entered the elevator and climbed up the elevator shaft, leaving the small grate open.

Quickly, he began to climb upwards. However, as he climbed, he looked down to see sound waves entering the elevator.

Two soldiers, silent but climbing. Not soldiers, one of them was a soldier, the other seemed to be part of one of the scientists there.

Hunk clicked his tongue slightly and braced himself. As the elevator approached, he let himself stay on the ceiling.

He was silent in everything he did, no matter what it was... the soldiers would never see or hear him, the cameras wouldn't catch him... perfect for assassination... that's why they called him the grim reaper.

The two men walked down the corridor and stopped in front of the double door, pressing a button on the side. They waited until the board turned green and the doors opened.

"Mr. Wesker." One of them said, standing ten paces away from the chair he was in. "We did what you asked, but it was just as we thought. They deleted everything, we got nothing. And some of the hardware was burnt out."

Wesker sighed slightly, resting his arm on the arm of his chair. He was silent for a few moments.

"What about the research?" He asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yes, ahm, we sent it to your files. They were experimenting with an 'agent 06'. It has something to do with the G-virus." The scientist said, and Wesker grunted slightly.

"Good... you did well. As soon as I've read what you sent me, I'll give you new orders." Albert said, and after the two men said "excuse me", they left the office.

Wesker opened the file he had been sent and began to read. Agent 06... it said that he had a quantity of the G-virus in his body, but that it couldn't act on him.

Well, that would be impossible... after years of experimenting with these viruses, any amount, no matter how small, would be enough to mutate a person.

There, it was also said that his body was stronger... more resistant, a natural resistance. That caught Wesker's attention... that was rare... one in a billion, practically.

His curiosity about that "agent 06" only grew, and it was then that he discovered that it was that agent with the skull mask. Ghost.

"Well... that's interesting. Looks like your friend isn't just a good agent." He said aloud, cocking his head to one side as Hunk slowly descended from the ceiling. "William had his hands on something so... special... for all this time... no wonder my plans were thwarted."

"Maybe it was because you're too arrogant." Hunk said, his hands firmly gripping the rifle. He knew it wouldn't be much help... He'd fought William a few times, so he more or less had an idea of what he was up against.

"I'll admit, you guys did a lot better than I thought you would." Wesker said, standing up and turning towards Hunk. "But it's foolish to face me alone."

"You'll regret underestimating me." Hunk said, raising his rifle and firing at Wesker, who moved to the side, dodging the shots. It was exactly the way Hunk predicted, he practically teleported, leaving behind an empty air pocket, creating a small sonic boom.

It was one thing to read and hear about such things, but quite another to see it with your own eyes. This meant that this man could move faster than the eye could see.

However, while shooting, Hunk noticed that he always teleported the same distances, only changing the trajectory. In other words, perhaps he could only teleport a limited distance. Otherwise, he would have already attacked him instead of dodging his shots.

Wesker got close enough and pushed Hunk's rifle aside. A move the reaper had expected, and he countered with his machete. However, Wesker grabbed his fist and punched him in the stomach. Despite his tactical vest, Hunk could feel the force of that blow, and surely some of his ribs must have cracked. That's if they weren't broken.

He was thrown backwards, and Wesker realized something as the reaper fell to the ground. Looking down, he smiles slightly as he sees a grenade at his feet, and teleports backwards, covering his face after the explosion.

Lifting his face again, he dodges a vertical attack from Hunk. The reaper quickly attacked again, a punch to Albert's face, but Wesker held his fist and countered with a headbutt to Hunk's head, breaking the top of his mask.

The agent grunted and tried to move away, but Wesker held his fist so tightly that he couldn't move.

"You and William are going to make great subjects." Wesker dodged an elbow by throwing his torso backwards, and countered with a punch to the stomach.

However, to his surprise, Hunk dodged by throwing his torso to the side and countered with another elbow. Wesker dodged and tried to counterattack. However, Hunk was quicker and grabbed his pistol, firing it point-blank at his opponent.

Wesker's eyes widened slightly and he teleported backwards, doing two backflips as he continued to fire.

Hunk raised his broken mask slightly and drank a mixture of herbs, throwing the flask aside soon after.

Wesker waited for him to attack, but as he lowered his head, he looked up in surprise to see two grenades stuck in his suit.

The grenades exploded and a cloud of smoke formed, destroying some nearby equipment. Wesker reappeared shortly afterwards, not far from the explosion. He was without his top suit.

"You're good." He said as he saw Hunk attack him again. Wesker used the very momentum of the agent's attack to deflect his attack and countered with a kick to his stomach, followed by a punch to his face that sent the agent to his knees, leaving him disoriented.

Wesker tried to attack him again, but Hunk dodged the blow and tried a low kick, which Wesker deftly deflected.

The agent got up and Albert attacked him, wanting to get it over with. He pulled his arm back and made a dash towards Hunk, fast enough to resemble his teleport. But slow enough for the agent to be able to dodge it.

He realized that... and William had already mentioned it. Wesker still couldn't control it effectively. He had a delay... something that was only a matter of milliseconds, but a delay nonetheless, and he could see the flaw.

Hunk then countered with a kick to the side of Albert's torso, which he blocked by grabbing his leg. However, he took advantage of Wesker's hold on his leg and jumped up and turned his body, hitting Albert with a kick to the face that sent him back two steps.

Hunk stood up and pressed a button on the side of his broken mask. His ears were protected, but Wesker's weren't, and a high-pitched noise spread through the room. Sharp enough to reach almost 180 decibels.

Albert grunted and put his hands to his ears. He had heightened senses, yes, but that could well be used against him.

Hunk ran towards him and kicked him in the side of the torso. Stepping to the side, he hit Albert in the face with a left jab, followed by a punch to the stomach and an uppercut to the chin. Finally, he jumps up, spins his body while still in the air and hits a kick below Wesker's neck, sending the man crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

Quickly, Hunk took the syringe from his vest and stuck it in Wesker's neck, injecting the contents inside.

Albert, for his part, roared in anger and stood up violently, landing a punch to Hunk's stomach, followed by an uppercut and a punch to his chest strong enough to throw the agent across the room, until he hit the wall with his back.

Hunk spat out some blood and grunted in pain. However, a smile was on his lips.

He had accomplished his mission. Now he had to get out of there. It would take a while for the liquid to act, so he had no way of defeating him at the moment.

Wesker looked at him angrily. He gasped slightly and had his hand on his neck, where Hunk had injected the substance. His eyes were as red as the gas mask, which was now broken.

"What have you done?" Wesker asked. That arrogance and superiority was no longer present in his voice. Only seriousness and anger.

Hunk chuckled slightly, leaning on the wall as he stood up.

"You've always considered yourself something much more than a human, haven't you? Well, you'll feel what it's like to be part of this underdeveloped race. Thank William for that." Hunk said, and Wesker growled low in anger, straightening his posture as he faced him.

"I made a mistake by underestimating you. I shouldn't have fooled around. A mistake that won't happen again." He said, preparing to attack him. Now, without holding back. It was possible that Hunk would die with just one of his blows.

"This will end, Wesker, yes. You'll see me again, and next time, I won't be alone." Hunk said, showing Wesker a small controller in his hand. Albert looked at him in confusion for a few moments, but was soon answered when the wall next to Hunk was destroyed by an explosion.

He was taken by surprise, and in reflex, covered his eyes, feeling debris hit his body hard. When he looked forward, Hunk was no longer there.

Wesker approached the hole in his wall with slow steps and an unfriendly expression. Other explosions followed, on the lower floors of his ship.

Anger built up in his chest, and as he closed his eyes, he smiled.

Well... there was still a chance that his system was intact and his information secure. Hopefully, that damned human wouldn't have done too much damage.

"... What an inconvenience."

Hunk gasped heavily, feeling the salty taste of seawater mixed with blood in his mouth. He was already far from the ship, so far that he couldn't even see it on the horizon.

His wounds hurt, even more because of the salt, but they were healing. Now he had just one more thing to do.

His mask started to connect with his team's radio channel, but after a few minutes, he couldn't connect with anyone.

"Ah, come on..." He muttered, trying once more, but still to no avail.

With a grunt, he changed the channel and tried to connect again. This time, it was pretty quick.

"Reaper. Are you alive in there?" A small smile appeared on his lips when he heard Ghost's humorous voice.

"Lucky for you, yes... well, just barely." He replied, noticing a fin nearby.

Ah, great, now that.

"Argh, damn, and here I was hoping I'd gotten rid of you." Hunk snorted.

"Oh, admit it, you can't live without me." Ghost laughed on the other side.

"Well? Who's in trouble, me or you?"

"You have a problem."

"Really?"

"Yes, a problem with money."

"Do I? How?"

"Don't lend me any." They both chuckle a little. "Okay, I can ignore that problem if you lend me a rescue helicopter. At the moment, I'm floating in the Pacific Ocean."

"Do you still have the chip?"

"Yes."

"Do you see anything nearby?"

"Yes, water."

"Pff, wise guy. Got it... I'll let my team know. They'll find you. In the meantime, try to do something for fun."

"Oh, great, I think I'll go for a swim with the sharks."

"Hah, go on, enjoy it. Ghost, out."

Ghost leaned his head back against the metal wall behind him and closed his eyes for a few moments, still with a slight smile on his lips.

"How's your partner?" Sherry asked, a few meters away, making Ghost open his eyes again.

"Yeah, he's swimming with some sharks." He laughed when he saw her expression. "He'll be fine."

"We're almost there. Get ready." Chris said, moving away from the cockpit and sitting down next to Jill and Parker.

The plane they were on was about to land, and Ghost looked out of the small window one more time before contacting his team. He had to help his partner.

(Claire next chapter)