Sighing slightly before moving, Ghost grunts as he exits the helicopter. He closes his eyes slightly due to the strong wind, feeling some dust hitting his face.

His head hurt, and he quickly walked away, no longer able to stand the loud noise that only made his situation worse.

He wanted nothing more than food, water, and his bed at that moment.

Ghost entered the facility, being accompanied by some guards and even a medical team that had been on standby to help him. But, due to his commands, they decided to just accompany him instead of taking him lying on a stretcher.

Something of pride. If he could walk, he didn't need them to carry him in their arms.

After walking for a few minutes through those corridors, he stepped into an elevator and pushed one of the buttons, glancing at the medical staff as they entered. The doors closed and the elevator began to descend.

At this moment he took a few deep breaths. His eyes were heavy, his body ached, and it became increasingly difficult to stay awake.

At his side, one of the women there, a member of the medical staff, held out a bottle of water, which he promptly drank, thanking her softly before drinking the entire contents of the bottle.

The doors opened, and as he took the first step out of the elevator, his blue eyes focused on a man in a suit just ahead, with his hands naturally behind his back, looking at him with that same punchable neutral expression. Ghost just sighed as he approached.

"Good to see you again, agent. I heard there were some... problems on your mission." William said, and Ghost closed his eyes for a few moments as he felt a twinge of pain in one of his several wounds.

"...The soldiers at the facility were not normal. They were genetically modified soldiers. They gave me more trouble than I thought." He said, trying not to grunt as he turned his torso to the side and handed a small, usb-like device into William's hands.

"I sent the report to my men while I was in the helicopter, but I think you wanted to receive it in your own hands, sir, right?" He asked, shaking his head slightly. "If you'll excuse me, sir, I have to visit the medical wing." Ghost said, not waiting for a response from his superior and walking past him at a dragging pace.

"Actually, agent..." William's voice made him stop begrudgingly, and the agent turned minimally toward him. "I've already read the report you sent. At least the most important part. Frederick Downing and his involvement with the black market." William said, slowly turning to Ghost, who just remained motionless, listening to him.

"The investigations have begun. We know where he is, he is an important figure. Once they are completed, you will eliminate him. In case G virus involvement is correct, well... you will only have two days rest." William said, causing Ghost to slowly turn toward him.

His cold blue eyes stared into Wesker's glasses, his jaw was locked, and he clenched his fist in anger.

Two days of rest, only? What, he wanted to kill him now?

Ghost, however, faced the corridor ahead again and straightened his posture slightly, trying not to make his displeasure evident.

"... Yes sir." He said, continuing his way towards the medical ward, listening to his heart beating hard in his chest due to both the anger, and the frustration running through his body.


Sighing briefly, the blonde girl closes her bag containing her personal clothes and accessories and leaves it lying on her bed.

As soon as she had done so, she turned and walked over to a large mirror beside her bed, observing how she looked. To be quite honest, she never cared much for it. Trendy clothes, make-up... not to mention that she was not going to a party, but to a mission.

Her first solo mission, and she couldn't be more nervous.

Those weeks went by quickly, the training she had gone through, although exhausting, was not exactly difficult. Much less what she had to study during that time.

In that time, the hardest thing she had to do was probably to convince Chris that it was okay and that she could handle it.

Of course the older Redfield would be against it. Especially after that event with his team. He practically freaked out.

And even though she had already packed her things, read and re-read the details of her assignment several times, he was still against it. She was sneaking out, since he was still in high demand in the BSAA, so he wouldn't be there to babysit her and ground her in her own room.

She understood his concern, she really did, but he had nothing to worry about. The task was simple. Go to Harvardville to one of the TerraSave headquarters in partnership with the WP corporation and escort a survivor of a bioterrorist attack that occurred some time ago.

The name of said survivor was Salina, she, as well as some other people there, was kidnapped by a bioterrorist group associated with Veltro. Some of the victims died as a result of the experiments performed on them, and those who remained managed to escape.

Until that day no one knew exactly what had happened, despite the victims' accounts. An entire group, dozens of armed men were mysteriously wiped out by two masked men. One of them had a gas mask with two red globes in place of his eyes. The victims nicknamed him "la muerte," which meant "death" because of the red that seemed to glow and the blood-stained clothes. The victims did not see much of him, and those who saw him did not want to look in his direction for long.

The other one already had a different nickname. They observed first hand his abilities.

They all said that he moved in the darkness, eliminating each man in complete silence and at a surreal speed. It seemed as if he teleported every time the lights flashed. He disappeared and vanished. They called him "el fantasma", which meant "ghost".

The only thing I knew about both of them was that they wore a dark military suit and dark masks, and they were the ones responsible for freeing them, that's all.

During that time, some of the victims had medical treatments, both physical and psychological, and were released to go back to their homes. Others were more traumatized, had to stay under the protection of TerraSave for longer.

Not just for all the deaths they saw and the horrible things they witnessed, but for the kidnapping itself, the abuse and humiliation they suffered.

Salina, for example, had lost her entire family when she was kidnapped, her mother was used as some kind of lab rat. The damage to her mind was deep, and she spent a lot of time in rehabilitation.

Sherry swallowed some saliva as she remembered the girl's record. These days she was doing well. She was reserved, quiet, a little cold at times, but she was doing much better than when they found her with the other victims.

The blonde girl shook her head. Salina was a short girl with brown hair and dark eyes. Sherry sympathized with her, she had gone through a traumatic situation so young. She was in her late nine's when she was found, she turned 12 three days ago.

Shaking her head, the young woman walks towards her bed, but stops when she hears three knocks on the open door.

Sherry turned around, and her light blue eyes faced Claire, with both hands in the pockets of her jacket and a small smile on her face.

"Ah, my little girl has turned into a young lady, she's even going on missions on her own already." She said, a bit dramatically and in clear amusement, making Sherry make a point of rolling her eyes and making a small grimace.

"Argh, I hate it when you talk like that." She complained, and in response, Claire just laughed.

"But I like it, deal with it." The woman replied, and Sherry stuck out her tongue at her in response, walking back towards her bag on the bed.

"So, all set? Are you ready?" Claire asked, looking at the small watch present on her wrist for a few moments.

"Yes, everything is set. And yes, I am ready. It's not like it's anything too difficult. There's not much difference from traveling alone. And by the way, you're going too." Sherry said, picking up her suitcase and walking toward her bedroom door, being watched by Claire's ever watchful eyes.

"Yes, I will, but I will only share the plane. The rest of the mission is on you." Claire said, locking the door to Sherry's room and walking the girl through the large living room of her apartment.

They both lived together. They had been out of the military compound for a while. Claire got an apartment downtown, a few minutes drive away from work.

"Claire, you'll be less than 1km (A little over 0.600 miles) away. Practically, I won't be alone." She rebutted, and Claire rolled her eyes at the girl's speech.

"You're such a bore." She said, pushing the elevator button and watching the doors close.

Sherry looked at her for a few moments. The woman was wearing her characteristic red jacket, a black blouse underneath, and dark jeans with black sneakers. She hardly ever saw Claire wearing clothes of other colors.

Well, she had to admit that red and black suited her well.

"Where's your stuff?" She asked, and Claire took some gum from inside her pocket, extending one to Sherry, who accepted it.

"I already asked them to send it." She replied, beginning to chew her gum, and Sherry arched an eyebrow.

"...Neil went ahead, didn't he?" The question made Claire stop chewing for a while, and a sigh soon escaped her lips. "Really? Do you trust him with your stuff already?"

"No, not my stuff. The most important stuff is in my backpack that I left in the car. Besides, Neil was already going and offered, what's wrong with that?" She asked, stepping out of the elevator as the doors opened.

"Claire, you obviously like him, I don't understand why you keep denying it." Sherry said, making a small ball of gum as she looked at the woman.

"Okay, okay, I like him. Happy? What's the big deal?" Claire said, rolling her eyes and looking at the girl with a slightly sharp look on her face.

Sherry, in response, laughed lightly.

She didn't like Neil, really, but she was rooting for him to be good to Claire.

"See, that wasn't so hard." Claire gave her a light tug on the forehead, causing the girl to laugh lightly.

They walked through the underground parking lot toward Claire's car.

Sherry placed her suitcase in the back seat next to the woman's backpack and sat in the passenger seat.

Redfield sat in the driver's seat and started the car, exiting the parking lot shortly thereafter.

"So, what's your mission?" Sherry asked when Claire stopped at the traffic light. Her face leaned on her fist.

"I'm going to take care of some other victims of the destruction of that asylum." She replied, and Sherry shook her head slightly as she looked forward, watching the pedestrians cross the street.

"Yes, I heard about it. I just wasn't told much." Sherry said.

"They couldn't. It was a big catastrophe. There were a lot of victims. They were treated as due. I will question them and after that, my team will be in charge of transferring them to another unit." Claire said, shifting gears and turning right.

"What really happened?" Sherry asked, lifting her head and letting her arm rest on the side of the door.

"The lab exploded. Most of the people who worked there died in the explosion along with some patients. We received an anonymous email along with the BSAA. The remaining guards were either captured or died in conflict with our soldiers." Claire replied, glancing briefly at the sign that indicated the direction of the airport.

"Another anonymous email? Hasn't the BSAA figured out who it is yet?" Sherry asked, even though she already suspected the answer.

Those anonymous e-mails were already... known among some BSAA members. They were always sending information about some bioterrorist activity, anywhere in the world.

And every time this happened, such laboratories, such organizations or biological weapons were already destroyed or killed when the e-mails arrived.

This was not information known to the public or the lower members of the BSAA, only a limited group of people were aware of these e-mails. And outside the organization, the number was even more limited.

"No, they didn't get anything. Location, name... but Chris said they had an idea of who's behind it." Claire said, watching the airport entrance already not far from where she was standing.

"That masked man he mentioned before, right?" Sherry assumed, and although she didn't get an answer, she knew she had gotten it right.

"That's the only clue they have. That and the fact that they know there are probably more men like that, since some members have certain sightings of a man wearing a gas mask in similar situations, but have never seen him for more than a few moments." Claire said, walking into the airport parking lot.

"So... is there some kind of secret organization that fights bioterrorism, or something?" Sherry asked, running her eyes around the parking lot for a few moments before observing the woman next to her.

"They don't have anything confirmed, but it's a suspicion. Maybe it's not just fighting bioterrorism. Many people associated with some kind of experiment or organization have been mysteriously murdered." Claire replied, running her eyes around after grabbing her backpack from the back seat.

Sherry stood right next to her, and before asking any other questions, she focused her eyes on the two people just ahead.

"Hey, Barry." Sherry greeted him with a small smile as she approached, giving the man a brief hug.

She had known Barry for some time. She met him sometime after moving to that military camp, but only got to know him better after an incident involving her two daughters and his gun.

She liked him, and eventually became close to both him and his daughter Polly.

Next to him was his oldest daughter, Moira. She had nothing against the girl, but, it seemed that the girl had something against her.

She didn't know exactly why. It could be because of her closeness to her sister, or the way Barry treated her.

Well, considering that they rarely spoke to each other, she could ignore it.

"Hey, girl. Looks like Chris is finally going to let you out from under his wing, huh?" he asked, nodding briefly to her.

Sherry looked at Moira for a few moments. Both held eye contact for a few seconds. The blonde even shook her head in a brief greeting, but Moira just looked away.

"Actually, he doesn't know she's already going. And may it stay that way." Claire said.

Barry arched a single eyebrow and alternated his gaze between the two for a few moments.

"... I don't think I need to tell you what will happen if he finds out." He said, and Claire, in response, just threw her car keys toward the man.

"He won't find out if no one tells him. He's busy at the BSAA. It's highly likely we'll be back before he even gets out of there." The woman straightened her ponytail and looked at the watch on her wrist for a few moments. "Hey, Moira."

Claire greeted her, and unlike Sherry, the girl greeted her back.

This caused the blonde to arch an eyebrow discreetly. The way Moira acted... it was like she was jealous or something.

"If you're saying so. Your plane will be leaving in a little while. Have a good trip to you. And good luck on your mission, Sherry." The man said, waving to the two just before walking towards Claire's car.

"...Moira still hasn't been into you, huh?" Claire said after a few moments of silence, watching the two walk away and get into her car.

"I don't know what I did to her. But I think I know the reason for all this coldness." Sherry said, shrugging. She then turned and walked into the airport, being followed by Claire.

Claire, for her part, didn't answer, but deep down she agreed with Sherry. She also had her suspicions.

Both walked towards the boarding area. There was still some time to go, so they just chatted until they were called to board.

The two sat in different seats. Claire was in the back while Sherry was in the front, sitting next to a man who was at least thirty to forty years old.

Sherry settled into her seat. Her eyes turned to the small window as she reached for her headset from her pocket.

A small sigh escaped unnoticed from her lips. Her blue eyes fell on her arm. She shivered, but didn't know exactly why.

It was curious, she had never felt this way before a mission.

Well, she wasn't one to ignore the signals her body was sending her, she never had been. Not after Raccoon.

However, it wasn't as if she could predict the future. What she could do was just try to prepare for her mission. Maybe it was just nerves, maybe it was anxiety.

She leaned her head back in her seat and closed her eyes, concentrating on her music as the plane began to move.

The trip itself was very smooth. It didn't take long for them to arrive in Harvardville.

Sherry ran her eyes over the surrounding area. The town was at the foot of a mountainous region, and she could see a few houses up the hill, some isolated.

The girl stepped out of the plane and went to get her things.

Claire followed her a few steps behind, and without another word she waved to the girl and walked towards the airport exit.

From then on they would go their separate ways. Salina had arrived from Venezuela the day before, and now she was in charge of meeting the girl and taking her to her new home.

Now that she stopped to think about it, it made sense that she had been sent to get the girl, since she was one of the youngest members of the organization.

The girl walked through the airport for a few moments. Her calm steps went unhurriedly through the people.

Until, at a certain moment in the waiting area, she found the one she was looking for.

A man wearing the TerraSave uniform was sitting on one of the chairs with a small girl on the seat next to him.

The little girl was wearing simple clothes. A purple jacket with a black blouse underneath and dark blue jeans. In her hands was a comic book, and she seemed entertained by the story she was reading.

"Mister Fabian?" she asked, and the man looked at her for a few moments, standing up shortly after acknowledging her.

"Miss Sherry, huh? As young as you looked in the pictures." He said, extending his hand and shaking Sherry's. "I hope everything went well on the trip."

"Yes, everything was fine indeed. And the trip isn't even that far." She said, shifting her eyes to Salina, who was now staring at her with a certain amount of curiosity. Curiosity mixed with a bit of coldness.

"You must be Salina. I'm Sherry. I will be your escort for the day." She said, extending her hand toward the girl.

Salina, in turn, stared at her for a few moments, until she accepted the handshake.

"That's nice. I'm told you're good with children. You must have read her report. If everything I read is true, I don't think you'll have a problem." Fabian said, running his hand through his short dark hair, placing it in his pants pocket soon after.

"Yeah, you can leave it to me." Sherry said, looking at him with a small smile and sitting down in the chair next to the girl.

"Right, okay, we got off the plane a little while ago. I'm going down to the parking lot, it looks like we're having some problems with the vehicle and there's a protest just outside. But, we'll sort it out soon." Fabian said, looking for a brief moment at his cell phone screen.

"Okay, no problem. Anything, we'll go for a walk. There must be something interesting at an airport." The girl said, and after a small nod, the man turned and started walking toward the parking lot.

Sherry leaned back in her chair and arranged her suitcase beside her. His blue eyes focused on the girl.

"Oh, you like comics, huh?" she began, leaning slightly toward the girl. "What's your favorite comic?"

Salina looked at her for a few moments, she was silent for a while, perhaps thoughtful about whether she should answer or not.

"... I don't have a favorite. I haven't read many... but I like marvel." She replied, low, but loud enough for Sherry to hear.

"Hm... I like marvel too, even though I haven't read many superhero comics." Sherry said, crossing her legs and resting her arm on her knee.

"...Which one do you like then?" Salina asked, looking away from the comic.

"Hmm... regardless, I like The Walking Dead comics." Sherry said, and Salina blinked a few times, her eyebrows arched in some curiosity.

"But isn't it scary?" The girl asked, and Sherry shook her head, laughing lightly.

"Nah, it would be scary if the zombies ran. Or if it had creatures besides zombies. I like it because it shows that ultimately the most dangerous being is humans. The zombies have killed many people, yes, but they are slow, sluggish and predictable. People, on the other hand... the biggest conflicts they had were against people." Sherry explained, looking at the people walking through the waiting area.

Her eyes then moved up to one of the several televisions set up there. The news report showed the protest that was taking place just outside the airport. Apparently a senator, as important as he was to the city, had just arrived at the airport.

He was suspected of financing a bioterrorist attack in India with the large corporation that controlled the city, the WP Corporation.

Salina, next to her, bowed her head, staring again at her comic book, but with her mind far from the story in her hands.

"...How old are you?" Salina asked some time later, her brown eyes staring into Sherry's blue ones.

"Eighteen." She replied.

"You look younger. Aren't you just a kid?" Salina asked, causing the blonde to arch an eyebrow.

"A kid? No. Don't be fooled by appearances." She replied.

"...But I heard some men say that a child was coming to take care of another child." She said, and Sherry arched an eyebrow.

She crossed her arms and leaned her back in her chair, looking at the television thoughtfully.

"Is that so? Well, the only child here is you...you came to take care of me, huh?" she joked, glancing at the small smile the little girl gave.

"I'm not a child." Salina said.

"Oh yes you are." Sherry replied.

"No I'm not, I'm a pre-teen. It's different." Salina retorted, and Sherry laughed amused by the girl's manner.

Before she could say anything, however, again, Sherry felt a bad feeling grow through her chest. Her skin tingled and a shiver ran down her spine.

The young woman ran her eyes around and turned back when she heard a certain commotion happening.

Some men in suits were surrounding a short man in a cap, by the clothes he was wearing, certainly someone important, although she couldn't see his face.

In front of the man protected by what were surely his guards, another man was slowly walking towards him.

Sherry's eyes widened slightly and she stood up slowly, looking intently at the man as if to make sure that her eyes were seeing this correctly.

Blood dripped on the ground as the man walked, his skin was gray and his head was down. His red jacket was beaten, his pants were dirty, and his shoes had blood on them. He looked like he had just come out of some kind of fight.

"Sir, I told you not to come any closer!" One of the security guards said, his hand on the handle of his gun as he adopted a defensive stance.

Just behind the man in the red jacket, a policeman quickly approached.

Sherry thought about yelling for him to back off. She moved one step toward the situation and opened her mouth to alert the policeman, however, it all happened too fast.

The moment the officer touched the man's shoulder, the guy suddenly turned and threw himself against the officer, biting his neck hard and tearing off a piece of his flesh.

In the blink of an eye chaos began.

The cop's scream got the attention of the people around, which served as a trigger for other attacks to happen, and more and more people began to be attacked.

"Shit." Sherry muttered, walking towards Salina and pulling the girl by the arm, standing just in front of the girl as a form of protection.

Shots began to be fired. Sherry felt Salina squeeze her tightly as she heard the first shot. People began to run in desperation, trying to escape the chaos that quickly spread through the place.

"Hold on to me, okay?!" Sherry said to the girl, still holding her arm tightly as she felt the girl tighten her embrace.

She began to move through the people, as fast as she could toward the parking lot. It was likely that Fabian had gone back inside the airport to get them, but there was also a chance that the parking lot was attacked.

Some people bumped into them as they walked, but Sherry kept going on her way.

Until she heard certain footsteps. Not that it was something that would catch her attention, given the amount of people who were trying to run to safety.

However, along with the footsteps, she could hear growls approaching quickly. And before she could even turn around, she was thrown to the ground hard after something crashed against her body.

The woman screamed, and in reflex put her arms in front of her body. Her blue eyes stared at the creature that had fallen on her.

It was a man, or rather, had been a man. He growled and tried to bite her ferociously. His eyes were different from the other zombies, they were red with a thin, almost imperceptible membrane. His teeth were slightly elongated and stained with blood.

His hair was split in half, his head was deformed, as if his skull was either lengthening or destroying itself.

On its hands were claws instead of nails. This thing was corpulent and much stronger than the average person, Sherry could feel.

The girl lifted her legs and pressed her knee against the thing's throat. From her waist she took her knife and stabbed it into the side of the man's head.

She quickly pushed the dead body aside and stood up. Her hand gripped the handle of her knife tightly as her eyes searched for the girl, who was no longer near her.

"Salina!" She shouted for her, looking everywhere for any sight of the girl. "Salina!"

Sherry began to move, becoming more and more desperate over the girl's disappearance.

Until, in a few moments, she saw the girl near where the bathrooms were and quickly started running towards her.

The girl seemed to be trembling, even from a distance, Sherry could tell. She kept her arms over her ears and was cowering.

"Attention! Everyone still remaining in the terminal, please leave the building immediately!" The voice on the loudspeaker echoed through the chaos.

Sherry again felt a chill run through her body. Her eyes caught sight of the silhouette of a plane speeding toward the terminal.

She gritted her teeth and ran as fast as she could toward the girl. The plane was approaching even faster.

The moment the windows and the concrete walls were shattered, Sherry grabbed the little girl by the waist and covered her with her own body.

The whole floor shook. They both unbalanced and fell, with Sherry still protecting the girl.

Concrete and debris was hurled violently everywhere, and Sherry could only grunt as she felt something hit her head hard, leaving her stunned.

The plane dragged on for a few meters. The destruction caused by the crash spread as part of the ceiling began to collapse as well.

Fire began to spread through what was left. A cloud of dust and smoke spread throughout the terminal.

Sherry gritted her teeth, her vision was blurred, she couldn't speak and could hardly reason straight.

Salina, shaking and frightened, realizes that the tightness around her body is gone and stands up.

She quickly runs her eyes through the destruction around her. She didn't know what to say, or how to react, she only knew that she felt fear and despair spreading as she saw the blood, fire, destruction, and the few bodies still moving.

Bad memories permeated his mind, but disappeared as he saw Sherry's condition.

A scream escaped her throat, and she backed away two steps in pure reflex, putting her arms against her body.

Blood dripped from the side of the blonde's head. Her skull looked slightly deformed, her right eye bulging out of her face.

She seemed to want to say something, but couldn't, and the girl could only stare at her in pure terror.

Terror, and amazement, for before her eyes she saw something that could be nothing but a miracle.

The woman's deformed skull seemed to repair itself. The blood that flowed in abundance stopped flowing, her eye seemed to magically return to its place, and in a matter of a few moments she was fine again.

Salina breathed heavily at what she had seen, she didn't know exactly what she had witnessed, but she was sure that this was not meant to happen. It was not normal. Human beings didn't heal wounds like that.

Sherry just shook her head and stood up. Although she noticed the girl's gaze on her, she didn't say anything, just grabbed her by the arm again.

However, before she could move or say anything, a roar caught her attention.

As she turned around, the blue of her eyes seemed to glow from what she saw. From the destroyed plane, some creatures began to emerge.

Lickers... she had encountered such monsters before, although she had never actually faced one face to face. What was striking, however, was that these lickers were not the kind she had seen or the ones in the biological weapons files.

Ordinary lickers walked on four legs, and despite the exposed muscles, most of the ones that were known were not that burly.

But those... those walked upright, on two thick legs. Their bodies were curvy, and their muscles much larger than those of ordinary lickers. Certainly a new variant. In other words, this was no ordinary accident.

A bioterrorist attack. Why there?

Sherry turned to Salina and signaled for her to be silent. Even though they were a new variant, these lickers still had exposed brains, no eyes, and their tongues were still elongated. Aside from the fact that they walked upright and were burly, they were not so different from ordinary Lickers, she assumed.

A movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

The man who was surrounded by those security guards was lying on the ground, a piece of concrete on top of one of his legs. It seemed that he had fainted from the impact and had just recovered, the small grunts he was giving were beginning to attract the attention of the blind creatures. He was right next to one of the wreckage of the plane, hidden by a large piece of metal.

Sherry quickly moved over to him and placed one of her hands over his mouth, preventing him from making any more noise and signaling him to be quiet.

She recognized who that man was. The senator everyone was talking about, the one the protests were being directed at, Senator Ron Davis.

Not that it mattered much.

The man looked at her in a mixture of surprise and fear, fear that turned to terror at the sight of the creatures that had begun to prowl the airport.

Sherry sighed softly. She was alone, with a little girl and a senator only to help her.

Whatever it was, she had to get out of there.


"Nothing can be that simple, huh?" The agent muttered to himself as he saw the state of the place. He had arrived in Harvardville a short time ago. He had information that Frederick would be spending the entire day in his office at WilPharma.

He was then taken to the mountain near the town, where he went down the side and entered one of the sewer tunnels that ran throughout the town and led directly to the corporation's underground headquarters.

At a certain point, he exited the sewer and started walking through the tunnel rarely used by scientists, created just in case something goes wrong in the laboratory. An almost forgotten emergency exit, perhaps due to lack of practicality or the fact that they never needed to use it.

However, in a certain open area, probably used for resting, since there was what appeared to be a hospital wing next door, he ended up finding a destroyed path.

The surrounding concrete was nothing but rubble. There were large claw marks marked on the walls, and the ceiling was destroyed.

Ghost looked around for a moment. It didn't seem that whatever creature was around at the time was responsible for the destruction. At least, not all of it.

Highly likely a bomb opened the passage for the creature to enter. Someone unleashed a monster in there.

The question was, why? And who?

"Ghost to HQ. Someone has destroyed the tunnel. There are signs of a biological weapon nearby." The agent said, putting his rifle hanging by his headband and picking up his desert eagle.

"HQ to Ghost. Something is wrong at the airport near where you are. There is unusual movement." His assistant said, and Ghost began walking down the hallway, following his path.

"What about the target?" He asked, his eyes watching for any movement around him, or any noise that echoed around there, no matter how small.

"Frederick just left from a reception he held for the senator. He walked away from the airport approximately four minutes ago. However, what catches our attention is the presence of Curtis Miller in the same location." His assistant replied, and Ghost stopped walking as he came to a large stairway leading up to a destroyed door a few dozen steps from there.

"And who might that be?" The agent asked as he started up the stairs.

"He was a researcher at WilPharma. He got into a fight with the corporation due to his extreme dislike for the tests they did with the T-virus, since his family died in Raccoon City. After that, he was framed by WilPharma itself, used as a scapegoat to hide their dealings with bioterrorism." The assistant explained, and Ghost looked at the destruction on the door.

He could think of a few creatures capable of doing that. However, whatever it was, that bioweapon had to have the strength of a low-level tyrant to be capable of destroying a metal and concrete door.

"Safe to say he doesn't like his bosses much then." Ghost said, snapping the bones in his neck briefly.

"That's understatement. Anyway, William doesn't believe much in coincidences. You're almost below the airport, but you can't be distracted, TerraSave is nearby, sure to trigger the BSAA or whatever other organization they have contact with. Whatever is down there with you, eliminate it and go after Frederick as soon as possible." His assistant said, and Ghost did not respond, just kept walking.

However, at one point, he heard movement coming from somewhere nearby. Ghost remained motionless and concentrated on his hearing.

Something was moving, the noise was low, but it was sure.

He turned his face to the left and approached the tunnel wall. The noise became a little louder. There was something on the other side.

But before he could even say, do, or even think anything, a hand went through the concrete of the wall with extreme ease, almost hitting the agent's face, who widened his eyes and moved away quickly.

A huge creature passed through the concrete with extreme ease. Its black eyes stared at the agent.

He was right, it was a fucking tyrant. Another variation, apparently. Lately those little shits were multiplying like cockroaches.

This one was grotesque looking, although not as tall as the other tyrants the agent was used to facing. Starting with his face. The tyrant had no lips, its long pointed teeth were covered with saliva. His tongue moved in a way that reminded the agent of Lickers.

His eyes were completely black, and its expression made it look angry.

The agent grabbed his Desert Eagle.

Its body was robust, with a large amount of dense muscle underneath a seemingly very tough skin. The creature walked in a curved manner, its huge heart beating in its exposed chest. Two huge, pointed sticks of bone were on its back, similar to thick scales.

Its skin was gray and its left arm was noticeably larger than its right, as were the claws on its fingers, although both arms were similar.

The creature growled menacingly and attacked the agent with its left arm in an attempt to pierce the man's body with its claws.

The agent dodged, throwing his body to the side, and briefly watched the creature's claws dig into the wall.

He raised his gun toward the creature's heart and fired. The tyrant grunted in pain and anger and placed its other hand over its heart in an attempt to defend its exposed organ.

The agent fired again, the bullet pierced through muscle and bone, striking the heart again, although doing less damage.

The tyrant reacted, however, and with its claws still stuck in the wall, it moved its arm to the side, throwing pieces of concrete at the agent and hitting him in the side of the body with its huge hand.

Ghost grunted and tried to protect himself as he was thrown into the air. He spun his body around and tried to break his fall, rolling on the ground a few times.

The creature leaped towards the agent, who reflexively threw his body forward, rolling on the ground once more and standing up shortly after on the tyrant's back.

The agent grabbed a grenade from his tactical vest and pulled the pin.

The monster stood up and turned toward the agent, who again raised his gun and fired toward the exposed heart.

The tyrant put its left hand in front of it as a form of protection and began to run towards the agent, who in turn threw the grenade on the ground and ran along the wall destroyed by the monster.

The grenade exploded at the creature's feet, not being strong enough to do much damage, but being strong enough to stun the tyrant, giving the agent the chance to shoot again towards the heart.

However, this creature had some form of intelligence, since as soon as the agent raised his gun, the tyrant turned on its back, and the bullets hit its extremely resistant skin. Although the bullets certainly passed through skin and muscle, they still could not do much damage, since they did not hit its weakness.

The two bone stakes in the tyrant's upper back moved, and the agent's eyes widened slightly as he saw the stakes being thrown in his direction at extreme speed.

The agent dodged as he crouched, but before he could even stand up, the ground shook from the powerful, rapid footsteps of the creature, which was already in front of him in a matter of moments with its arm raised with the intention of smashing him against the ground.

Ghost grunted softly as he threw his body to the side again. Despite its size, the thing was certainly very fast.

The tyrant didn't seem to want to give the agent time to fight back, since as soon as Ghost stood up and tried to move away, the monster spun its body around and attempted a side punch at the man.

The agent threw his torso back, dodging the punch but feeling the air that hit him from the blow. If he was caught by a direct attack, he would be screwed.

The tyrant again attacked him with its claws, a diagonal attack. However, the agent dodged it by throwing his body back, and his eyes briefly analyzed the destruction that such claws caused to the wall of that small cave they were in.

Quickly, Ghost raises his desert eagle and shoots at the creature's heart. A direct shot, causing the tyrant to stagger back a few steps.

The agent fired again, and despite hitting the tyrant's weakness, the creature seemed to simply ignore the pain and landed a swift kick to the man's torso, causing Ghost to be thrown backwards hard.

The agent grunted loudly from the pain. If it weren't for the ballistic vest that provided some sort of protection, he would certainly be sporting a few broken ribs at the moment.

"Okay, pal. The date was good while it lasted, but I think you're going to end up heartbroken." Ghost muttered as he stood up. He grabbed a mixture of herbs from his ballistic vest and stood up, just in time to dodge another attack coming from the creature.

The cave they were in was small. That monster was fast and big. The easiest way to defeat this thing was to take distance.

Ghost raised his pistol and fired once more into the heart of the creature as he moved away. The shot briefly stunned the tyrant, and Ghost used this opportunity to move further away and reload his gun.

The monster, however, seemed to understand what the agent was thinking. With one swift movement, the tyrant ripped off a large chunk of the wall with each of its arms and hurled the pieces toward the agent.

Ghost gritted his teeth slightly and jumped to the side, dodging the first piece of stone. Still in the air, he takes momentum off the wall and leaps even higher, dodging the attack once more and firing one more shot at the creature before landing on the ground with another body swing.

The creature roared again and ran towards the agent with its arm in front of its body. The agent threw a grenade to the ground and ran backwards, hearing the tyrant's heavy footsteps just behind him.

The grenade exploded and the ground shook. The tyrant stopped running due to the impact, but did not suffer too much damage.

Ghost turned and fired again at the creature, which walked a few steps forward before starting to run again.

As soon as the monster got close enough, the tyrant attempted a punch at the agent with its huge arm. The man, however, dodged it by throwing himself between the creature's legs, and his eyes scanned the destroyed wall.

Ahead, just below, was the sewage area. He could see a ladder leading up to an iron door.

His attention was drawn again when the creature turned around and tried to attack him with its claws. Due to the tyrant's size, especially its limbs, the range of its attacks were medium to long, meaning the agent took two steps forward before ducking and dodging the blow, since up close the creature had trouble attacking its prey.

Before the creature could even move again, he raised his pistol and fired at the exposed heart.

The tyrant roared loudly and, with its left hand, gripped the agent tightly.

Ghost grunted from the grip and as he was lifted into the air. But he reacted quickly and, with his desert eagle, fired at the creature's head and heart, causing the tyrant to release him, slightly stunned.

As it fell to the ground, Ghost took another grenade and, with his knife, sliced open the tyrant's heart and shoved the grenade inside.

The monster reacted again and raised both arms in an attempt to crush the agent.

Ghost was faster, however, and as he threw himself between the creature's legs, he jumped into the sewage area below, landing on the concrete next to the dirty water.

The grenade exploded, and the agent turned around with his weapon raised.

The tyrant knelt on the ground, disoriented. The creature lost its balance and ended up falling backwards. Its torso hit the concrete and its legs fell into the water.

Ghost took a deep breath as he approached. Part of the tyrant's chest was destroyed. The heart, although still beating, was stained with blood and partially deformed.

No matter how tough some creature was, an explosion from the inside out was enough to kill any kind of monster in existence.

But still, he was mildly surprised to see the creature still alive after an inside-out explosion. Certainly, an extremely resilient creature. The tyrant raised its head and grunted toward the agent. Although weak, the creature tried to get up.

Ghost raised his gun again and discharged the entire clip into the monster's heart. At that distance, with nothing to do, the tyrant gave its last grunt before falling to the ground. Its body motionless, and its heart had stopped beating.

The agent took a few deep breaths, grunting briefly through the pain in his body. Although he had only been hit by a few blows, he was still not fully healed from his past mission. For some reason, his body was taking a little longer to recover.

Even with the use of herbs and his natural regeneration being faster than that of an ordinary human, he still felt some pain, still felt a certain kind of tiredness.

According to Walter, the fatigue was building up. All he needed to do was get a good natural rest and his body would return to normal.

Of course, as if William was going to agree with that.

"HQ to Ghost! You are in danger zone, get out of there!" His radio squeaked, Ghost looked at the device on his shoulder for a few moments, but before he could even do anything, he heard the extremely loud, explosion-like noise just above him.

The man was thrown off balance. The floor shook violently, and for a few moments the ceiling looked as if it would collapse.

And that is exactly what happened. Debris began to fall from the small cave he had been in a few minutes ago. The ceiling shook, pieces of stone and concrete began to fall.

Ghost stood up quickly and ran to the iron door, opening it just before the ceiling collapsed completely.

The man sighed heavily after closing the door behind him. His eyes traveled up the staircase that rose a few feet and led to an open area just above.

"Ghost to HQ... what the fuck was that?!" he asked, looking at the wreckage he could see from down there.

"The situation at the airport has taken a turn for the worse. A plane just crashed into the terminal. Ghost, a bioterrorist attack. The authorities were triggered some time ago, they will surround the airport and take action. Go to Frederick." His assistant said, and Ghost started up the steps.

"Looks like I'll have to take a detour. The tunnel I was in just collapsed." He said, running his eyes around as soon as he climbed the stairs.

Part of the wrecked plane was right in front of him, fire was spreading through the wreckage and the whole place was shrouded in a cloud of smoke.

"Well, then get out of there as soon as possible. The authorities will surround the place soon." His assistant said, and with a slight nod to himself, the agent raised his rifle and began walking through the destroyed site.

Among the wreckage, he could make out some fallen bodies, deformed by the crash, and killed by something else before the plane.

He recognized them well. Grayish skin, blood on their hands and in their mouths.

A roar caught his attention, however.

A few meters behind him, he saw some creatures come out of the wrecked plane. His eyes stared at the humanoid, Licker-like beings walking curtly across the scene.

"... How surprising." He muttered to himself. He had never seen Lickers that walked on two legs. They were more corpulent and quite tall, not to mention that their hands held claws as long as those of an ordinary Licker.

But despite these striking differences, they seemed to be otherwise blind in the same way. In other words, they hadn't seen him yet.

The agent took the first step to continue on his way. However, the grunt that the Licker gave, along with his sudden movement, made him look back again. Something even he didn't quite understand why. They probably heard some piece of concrete fall to the ground, or some grunt from a survivor.

He didn't go there to stop the attack, the authorities were on their way for that. He went there to eliminate a target and destroy a laboratory, only.

However, his eyes focused on a small brown-haired girl standing in sheer terror a few hundred paces away, next to a large metal plate, most likely a plane wreckage. She had her arms wrapped around her body and was walking backwards in small steps.

What she didn't realize was that she had walked directly towards a body lying on the ground, and as she saw the blood staining the sole of her foot, and what had touched her heel, a startled scream escaped her throat, drawing the attention of all the Lickers there.

The Lickers ran fast, as fast as if they were on four legs. The decision had to be quick.

He had orders to follow... but at the same time, he wasn't cold enough to simply turn his back on an unprotected child.

He clicked his tongue and raised his rifle. He pulled the trigger as he began to move quickly toward the Lickers. Four in total.

He alternated his shots between the last two, since he heard firing coming from behind the metal plate. One survivor.

As he walked, he picked up a concussion grenade and threw it toward the Lickers closest to the girl.

"Close your eyes!" He shouted, just before the grenade exploded. He couldn't tell if the girl closed her eyes or not, he just concentrated on shooting at the stunned Lickers.

The Lickers closest to him turned in his direction and started running towards him. The agent kept moving closer as he held the trigger, hitting the shots between the chest, neck and head.

Apparently they were as tough as regular Lickers too.

The first Licker approached and attempted a diagonal attack with its claws. The agent dodged by ducking and throwing his body to the side, firing at the second Licker.

As the clip emptied, the second Licker threw itself towards the agent in an attempt to pierce him with its claws.

However, Ghost threw himself forward and rolled on the ground.

Before he could even get up, he pulled his desert eagle from his holster and raised it again.

The first Licker attacked him again. However, Ghost threw back his torso and shot the creature in the head, which staggered a few steps, but didn't fall.

The Licker tried another attack, a horizontal slash. However, the agent was faster and dodged again as he crouched, and finally he shot again at the Licker's head, exploding the exposed brain.

The second Licker attacked again viciously. The creature attempted a vertical attack. However, the agent deflected, shot at the monster's right leg, which knelt on its stricken leg, and finally finished it off with a head shot.

Ghost quickly turned around and quickly approached the situation ahead. A blonde woman stood with a pistol raised firing at one of the two Lickers she was facing.

The closest one attacked her with a piercing attack. However, she threw her torso back and counterattacked by sticking her knife at the base of the creature's neck. Then she forced the Licker down and used its back as a support to shoot at the second creature that was now running toward her.

The woman kicked the Licker forward and began to move backwards until her back hit the wall.

By her clothes, a member of TerraSave. Unlike most of those he had seen, she had training, that was clear. Not just anyone could go against two Lickers at the same time.

Realizing that she had run out of ammunition, she grumbled loudly. One of the Lickers attacked her, trying to get its claws into the girl, who dodged, but her pistol was destroyed in the process.

As trained as she was, however, she could not go against the two with a simple pistol with no bullets.

Before the Lickers could get to her, he fired at both of them while still moving.

His bullets hit the heads of the creatures, who soon fell to the ground.

He sighed briefly and stopped moving. His eyes went to the frightened man who was staring at the whole thing with wide eyes.

Ghost stared at him for a few moments. He recognized the man. Senator Ron Davis... one of his possible targets. If it was confirmed that he was indeed involved with those allegations, then he would also become a target.

His eyes then went to the little girl he had spotted.

She still looked frightened, but was approaching slowly. Her dark eyes stared at the bodies of the Lickers on the ground, apparently not even caring about his presence.

"Hey, Salina, are you okay?" The blonde woman asked, approaching the girl, who only then looked away from the bodies.

Ghost followed the woman for a few moments. There was something about her that made him... uneasy. She looked strangely familiar and it made a strange feeling run through his chest.

It was then that the woman turned towards him, and her two blue eyes stared into his.

This is when the strange feeling in his chest strengthened, his heart began to beat faster, and his eyes widened. If it hadn't been for the mask, she would have seen his incredulous expression.

How could he not recognize her? The blond hair was a little longer, the expressions were more mature, and her body more grown-up. But those eyes, those features were unmistakable.

"Fucking hell..." He whispered softly, watching Sherry stand up a little suspicious, confused, but grateful.

Memories began to invade his mind. Memories that at first he avoided thinking about, but as time went on, he simply didn't want to see them anymore.

At one point during those years, he simply accepted that he would not see them again. He decided that he would move on and embrace his reality, he didn't need to see them, as long as they lived their lives the way they deserved. It was one of the reasons he didn't see them on William's monitoring cameras.

He looked away. He lowered his head and reached for a full clip to reload his desert eagle. He didn't want to look at her... no.

He couldn't.

"Ahm... thanks... for the help." Sherry's matured voice echoed loudly through his ears, and he remembered the time she thanked him for saving her. Of when she said she was lucky to have them.

He didn't answer, just looked around as if looking for some other creature.

Sherry, in turn, knew him. Or rather, she had heard about him. Black military clothing and a skull mask on his head. Highly skilled, proven by the fact that he killed those Lickers.

The same man who had helped Chris and Jill. The same man they had so many doubts about.

Maybe she could take some information now that he was there.

"Ahm, can you-"

"¡Es él!" The girl exclaimed, practically screaming, drawing the attention of the three adults. She hugged her own body and looked at him with wide eyes.

"¡Es el fantasma!" She shouted again.

At first, Ghost was briefly confused. But after a few thoughtful seconds, a snap echoed through his mind.

"El fantasma..." Of course he would remember when he got his nickname. He couldn't remember the girl exactly, but it was safe to assume that she was among the victims who were kidnapped by that group associated with Veltro years ago.

Sherry stared at the girl for a few moments, a little confused by her sudden scream. But soon, she turned to the agent, and everything connected.

He was there... he was responsible for the freedom of the kidnapped victims. In other words, he was responsible for the elimination of that group.

Considering all the little information she knew, it was no wonder that no one had found out until that moment what had really happened.

Before she could say anything, however, the warped door of the wrecked plane was suddenly destroyed.

From the same spot where the agent had left, several Lickers appeared. And in a matter of moments, the terminal was once again filled with biological weapons.

"... We can't stay here." He said, his deep voice catching Sherry's attention. He approached the girl and, from his holster, took out his silver pistol, handing it to her.

The girl looked at the gun for a few moments, her eyes running down the silver barrel that seemed to glow, and at the writing on the side.

"Silver Ghost..." She muttered to herself as she picked the gun up, just before looking at him again.

He reloaded his rifle and turned around, nodding to Sherry before starting to move toward the corridor ahead.