Ghost calmly watched the helicopter land a few meters in front of him. The strong wind ruffled his blond hair, now uncovered. His mask was in his hand, dirty and torn.

The agent stared at his coach with fixed eyes. The red eyes of the mask he wore seemed to glow from the sun, and when the helicopter landed, Hunk got down and waited for the agent to approach.

"... Still with that hair?" Hunk's muffled voice showed a bit of humor, and a sideways smile appeared on Ghost's lips.

"William hates it." They both laughed a little and greeted each other amicably. It had been a while since they had last seen each other. Hunk's spy work was difficult and time-consuming, and on the rare occasions when one of them had a few days off to rest, the other was on the job.

"So, how's the situation?" Hunk asked, watching him reload his weapons inside the helicopter, pick up grenades, ammunition, herbs and, finally, a spare mask.

"Pretty bad. Every second it's at least two people dead. That thing ingests mass with no apparent limit. I have no idea how the infected is doing at the moment, but I can tell you that it's bad. Who knows how many victims it's claimed or will claim?" Ghost replied, putting the mask on his face shortly afterwards and looking at a cloth covering two suitcases still inside the helicopter.

"This was something planned. We monitored the airport via satellite. There are infected all over the airport area, and just like this infected, they're prowling the city right now." Hunk said, once again checking the rifle in his possession.

"The BSAA takes care of the common infected. Our priority is the type G infected. Are those the weapons?" He asked, and watched as Hunk approached the cloth and pulled it away, revealing two large guns, similar to a Barrett sniper rifle, more accurately, a model M107. However, the barrel was not only more reinforced and, as a consequence, thicker, the gun was much heavier and had a huge ammunition clip, similar to the hundred-round clips on LMGs.

"Yes, they are. Strong enough to kill any threat known to humans and even more. The ammo capsules contain a strong chemical made from your blood. Any infected tissue will self-destruct on mere contact with it, no matter how small. And a direct hit causes a small explosion that releases the corrosive agent." Hunk said, lifting one of the ammunition capsules in front of Ghost, who looked at it curiously.

The capsule was reddish in color and had a familiar symbol of a snake swallowing its tail.

"Jörmungandr." He said, more to himself than to Hunk, repeating only the name of the mythological creature.

" Too, but William prefers Ouroboros, or rather Uroboros." Ghost looked at him with an arched eyebrow, and although he couldn't see it, Hunk noticed the curiosity in his eyes.

"One of Albert's plans that I discovered on my last mission. We need to get this over with and get to William. Let's go." Hunk explained quickly, picking up one of the guns and resting it on his back.

Ghost soon did the same, catching a glimpse of Hunk signaling for the helicopter pilot to stay there until they got back. The weapon itself was quite heavy, perhaps close to 20kg.

Both men stared at each other for a few moments, and after a nod, they walked towards the city. They knew where the creature was, they just had to follow the roars.


The infected bit the head off one more of its victims as it moved down the street. Cars stopped at the sight of it, or were violently overturned as they tried to escape. Its tentacles grabbed any target in its line of sight, caring only about its large mass consumption.

It didn't matter if it was just any human, or other infected trying to get a taste of flesh, taking advantage of its small rampage and feasting on its carrion, only to be used as food too.

Its instincts were primitive, to a certain extent. It only thought about eating to survive, conquer territory and reproduce, of course. However, its intelligence was considerably greater than that of ordinary infected, like the ones it devoured.

It had chased a prey earlier, and to its misfortune, the prey had escaped. Then it tried to devour another prey, while at the same time trying to protect one of its own kind. That prey was too strong, and stood in its way in its attempt to conquer its territory.

It needed more mass, it needed to get stronger to eliminate the threat that had almost killed it twice.

Shots were heard coming from its side. The creature turned and its many eyes were fixed on three more prey firing in its direction. Three policemen, two in one car and one in another, two of them with a rifle and one with only his service pistol.

Cops brave enough to buy time for civilians to escape, or too foolish to think they could do anything about it.

The monster roared and ran towards the officers, who stopped shooting and turned around in an attempt to escape certain death.

One of its tentacles grabbed one of the cops, taking him into its mouth and quickly consuming him. Its arms were reinforced with a layer of bones that served as a kind of exoskeleton, just like most of its body. Its claws were even bigger, its body even more robust.

Two huge arms protruded from his back, arms that resembled bat wings with claws at their tips. Similar to William Birkin's mutation years ago.

The creature threw its arm forward, its claws piercing the other policeman's body and pulling him towards it, devouring him as its eyes watched its latest prey hide in a restaurant.

Calmly, the monster approached. Its body so heavy that it felt like the ground was shaking with every step it took, and in one swift movement, its arm crossed the concrete of the restaurant with extreme ease, its fist closing around the body of its prey, accidentally crushing it, but still consuming its remains.

That area was perfect. Lots of prey nearby, no other apparent predators, perfect for staying.

However, its eyes focused on a familiar presence, and the creature turned its huge body towards the figure not far away.

It recognized him instantly. It looked like just another prey, but it was another predator, responsible for his near-death. The pupils of its eyes clenched in a predatory manner, and an angry growl echoed through the now almost deserted streets.

Ghost was lying on the ground, ignoring the people running desperately around him. In his hands was the G-gun, resting on the asphalt, with the aim centered on the creature's chest. Two shots was all he needed, no matter where he hit. One to kill, the other to make sure the thing was dead.

The creature growled and began to move towards the agent, increasing its speed with every step. The noise was massive, each step seeming to break the concrete beneath his feet.

A smile appeared on Ghost's lips, and he pulled the trigger. The gun went off, the kick so strong that it almost flew out of place, the noise so loud that if the agent wasn't wearing protection, his hearing could be damaged.

The bullet penetrated the creature's robust body, the capsule exploding in its system. A hole formed in its enormous torso, and blood practically exploded from the wound.

The creature roared loudly in pain, its roar echoing through the destroyed streets, frightening the nearby survivors and making the team of reporters recording the whole scene wonder whether they should stay there any longer or get out of there as soon as possible.

The creature knelt down, leaning on its huge arm to avoid falling face-first to the pavement. Ghost, for his part, stood up, reloaded his gun and picked up the capsule that had fallen to the ground. His eyes watched the component act on the monster.

Its grayish skin was turning red, its exoskeleton was slowly breaking apart, with small parts falling to the ground one after the other. Blood began to ooze out of its huge eyes, which were gradually exploding.

Despite this, the thing was resilient, as it was still trying to get up. Its regeneration was activated and it was fighting bravely against the component that was corrupting its body. The monster was going to die anyway, but to put an end to it, another shot was heard, this time from an unseen location on top of a building nearby.

Hunk moved away from the edge of the building and reloaded his gun, also picking up the capsule that had fallen and watching for a few moments as the creature's body fell to the ground. He then turned and walked away.

"Come on, agent. I'll help you go after the target." Hunk said over the radio.

Ghost watched as the creature's body attacked itself, destroying itself from the inside out, and then, like Hunk, he walked away, into an alley where the eyes of the media could no longer see him.

"What an honor, sir." Ghost said, putting the G-gun on his back.

"Stop that sir, we're comrades now." Hunk said over the radio, and in response, Ghost just smiled.

"Ghost to HQ. Threat eliminated. Going after Frederick now." The agent said, meeting Hunk at the back of one of the buildings there. They both watched as the BSAA trucks moved towards the monster's location.

"Roger that, Ghost. The target is twenty-three kilometers west of the city. And he doesn't seem to be alone. The helicopter is waiting for you." After that, the two looked at each other and nodded, before starting to run towards the helicopter.


Claire and Sherry ran through the wreckage. The destruction caused by that creature had not only killed many people, but had also attracted unwanted attention. All the infected who had been at the airport were now wandering around. The two decided to intervene, to help the BSAA deal with the situation.

To try their best to prevent that city from becoming another Raccoon City.

"What's the plan?" Sherry asked as she saw some zombies walking ahead. The area was stained with blood. But not far away they could see some BSAA vehicles.

"Do what we can to prevent this from getting worse. Do you have your gun?" Claire asked, glancing at the girl next to her.

"No, I lost it at the airport. I only have my knife." The girl replied, and Claire crouched slightly, lifted the hem of her pants and took out a small pistol with a capacity of only seven bullets.

Sherry picked up the pistol and checked it quickly, taking an extra clip that the woman held out towards her.

"You know what to do." That was all Claire said, just before she started shooting at the zombies.

Sherry followed a few steps behind, shooting at those Claire couldn't see. Her shots were long, for greater precision and to save ammo.

Her eyes soon went to the huge hole in the wall, created when that giant infected escaped from the airport. There were a few more zombies approaching, but apart from them, she also saw some Lickers.

"Claire!" She called out to the woman, who immediately looked in the direction of the characteristic roar of those things.

Claire looked at Sherry over her shoulder and nodded in silent agreement, and soon, they separated.

Claire ran towards a zombie ahead while Sherry ran to the left, heading towards the side of the huge hole in the wall.

Claire shot one of the zombies and grabbed another by the neck. The Lickers roared and advanced towards her, as did some of the other zombies who began to run.

One of the Lickers flicked its tongue at Claire, who pushed the zombie in front of her, using it as a shield.

Seeing this, Sherry fired at the zombies nearby and at the Licker who now had a zombie on its tongue.

Claire dodged to the side as one of the Lickers leapt towards her. Taking advantage of the momentum of her movement, she turned her body and landed a kick to the head of one of the zombies that ran towards her at the same time as turning her body and firing at a second Licker, who jumped to the side in an attempt to dodge the shots.

Sherry moved away from the wall when one of the zombies tried to attack her and quickly countered with a kick to the back of the knee, causing the zombie to kneel on its affected leg, and turning her body, she finished it off with a straight kick, causing the zombie to hit its head hard on the concrete and fall to the ground, motionless.

The Licker she had shot earlier ran towards her and raised its huge arm to attack her. A vertical sideways attack from below. The girl dodged by throwing her torso to the side and countered with shots to the creature's head, until she ran out of bullets.

The monster, in turn, stood upright on its hind legs and tried another attack. However, Sherry was quicker and, turning her body, landed a kick to the Licker's head, causing the creature to fall backwards onto the ground. Without giving the Licker time to recover, she leapt towards it and plunged her knife into its chest again and again, until the creature was motionless.

Claire pulled her knife out of another zombie's head and turned around when she heard a noise behind her. As she did so, she reflexively dodged the tongue of one of the Lickers, but grunted as she felt her forearm being pierced by the tongue.

Ignoring the pain, she grabbed the Licker's tongue and, in one swift movement, pulled it towards her, sending the creature hurtling towards her. Something no ordinary woman could do... or any other normal human being.

Quickly, the woman kicked the Licker in the head and shot the creature until it remained still.

She heard the last of the Lickers approaching behind her, as well as Sherry's shots at the creature. She turned and fired at the creature too, which leapt towards her in an attempt to decapitate her.

Claire dodged while crouching and quickly turned around, unloading her clip into the Licker, until the creature fell to the ground, also motionless.

She gasped a little and stood up, reloading her weapon. A slight grunt escaped her lips and she looked at the wound on her forearm. It was a large hole, she could see through it and it looked like her bones were slightly separated. It was at times like this that she wished she had Sherry's regeneration.

"Are you all right?" Speaking of Sherry... Claire looked at her with a small smile and shook her head in response.

Before they could decide to move, they heard a loud noise coming from somewhere in the direction of the city. They turned towards the noise, it sounded like an explosion, mixed with a shot from some very strong weapon.

Claire could hear it clearly, the noise was perhaps coming from an area close to the town center, maybe some kind of sniper rifle, it wasn't unfamiliar to her. It sounded a lot like a .50.

Shortly afterwards, they heard the same noise, and the din of chaos faded. Claire blinked a few times. The creature she had faced before meeting Sherry was large and strong, it would certainly take a large group to finish it off.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a low cry, and she turned suddenly, causing Sherry to look at her startled and attentive.

"What is it?" The girl asked, but all Claire did was walk over to an overturned car next to the destroyed wall.

Both girls approached, and the sound of crying became even louder. They bent down and could see a man trapped in the wreckage and in his car.

"There's someone down here." Claire said, standing up quickly and looking around. There was no one looking at them, no zombies or Lickers sneaking around. With a slight sigh, she crouched down slightly and put her hands on the car.

With effort, the woman began to lift the car. She grunted with some difficulty, but managed to lift the vehicle above her head as Sherry pulled the man to safety.

The man grunted in pain as he was pulled, his leg had apparently been crushed, but at least he was okay.

As Sherry pulled him away, Claire lowered the car again and looked around, checking to make sure no one had seen.

"Are you all right?" Sherry asked, right next to the man, who was nodding somewhat frantically.

"Yes... yes... thank you very much... but my leg..." Claire looked at him sympathetically. His leg was in pretty bad shape. But hopefully they wouldn't have to go as far as amputating it. He just wouldn't be able to walk any more without at least a slight limp.

"Come on, we'll get you to safety." Claire said, putting the man's arm around her shoulder and helping him up. She controlled herself not to lift the man or pull him too hard. Another attribute that had developed over the years.

Or perhaps it had always been there, she just never noticed it.

They led the civilian to an area ahead. The BSAA had set up a small area to the north of the airport, there were a few tents dotted around and a few vehicles parked, ready for the operation they would have carried out if it hadn't been for the monster that had escaped.

They arrived just in time to see some trucks leaving in the direction of the center, and were soon attended to by some members of the BSAA and taken with the man to one of the medical tents. Well, Claire was taken, Sherry just accompanied her.

The night soon came and Claire finally left the medical tent after confirming to the doctors that she didn't need a t-virus vaccine. As a member of TerraSave (and the sister of a very protective brother), she took doses every ten months for prevention. Like a flu shot.

The woman sighed deeply as she left the tent. All she wanted at the moment was a shower and food in bed. But she knew she would have to go back to work the next day, since she hadn't finished everything she had to do that day.

The thought alone gave her a headache.

She ran a hand through her hair and walked towards the tent where Sherry was said to be. As soon as she arrived, she entered the tent and the first thing she saw was Sherry sitting in a chair in front of a table, her arms in front of her body and a curious expression on her face.

She looked like a child caught doing something she shouldn't have. And the moment she looked away, she realized why, and ended up making a similar expression.

Sitting on a box in a far corner, next to one of the beds present, was a Chris Redfield, still dressed in his BSAA tactical outfit, a bag on his back, one hand resting on his thigh and a not very friendly expression. And she couldn't help but cringe a little when he looked at her.

Considering he knew she was there on business, she'd say it was Barry who'd told him Sherry had gone along... or someone from the BSAA, maybe TerraSave itself... nah, it was definitely Barry.

"Hi, Chris. Surprised to see you here." I said sheepishly, and Chris grunted a little as he stood up, his posture rigid, as was his face.

"You said you were going out on a TerraSave mission. Something simple, easy to do and that you'd be home soon. I believed you. Now, imagine my surprise when Barry called me to say that there had been an outbreak at the airport, and that Sherry had come with you." He walked a few slow steps towards the table, standing right next to Sherry, who was looking at Claire with a look that knew they were in trouble.

"Not only did you hide it from me, but you also lied when I asked exactly if Sherry would go with you." Claire walked slowly towards the other side of the table, leaning on it with a sigh.

"Look, Chris... both my job and hers were supposed to be easy. We'd be home before you even got back from the BSAA. For what it's worth, I would never have put her at risk if I'd known I had the remote chance of-"

"I know, Claire." He cut her off, making her stare. The anger was there, of course, but so was the tiredness. "What annoys me isn't that she came. She's almost an adult, and she's more mature than anyone else her age. I trained her, both of you, exactly for situations like this, I know what you're capable of."

He also leaned on the table, alternating his gaze between the two women.

"What annoys me is that you didn't tell me. What, did you think I'd be against it? I've said it before, the fact that I don't like it doesn't mean you can't do it, if that's what you want. You don't like what I do either." Claire ran her hand down the back of her neck, and silence prevailed for a few moments.

"Sorry." She apologized after a while, and Chris took another deep breath, taking a single step away from the table.

"Next time, at least let me know. And answer my calls, what happened to your phone?" He asked, and as if they had only just remembered, they reached into their pockets for their devices. "Jesus, the airport was attacked, not the city, there's still a signal."

"Sorry, it's just that in the middle of the attack, I didn't even think about it." Sherry said, only then realizing his missed calls. "My mission was a complete failure."

This made Chris look at her sharply, and Claire gave her a friendly look.

"What happened?" He asked, crossing his arms.

Sherry put one hand on top of the other and fixed her eyes on the table. There was a look of sadness on her face.

"The girl I was with, Salina, she died in the attack. That... monster, killed her." She ran a hand through her hair and lowered her head.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Unfortunately-"

"I know." She interrupted Chris. "I had no control over the situation. That sort of thing happens, but that's the point. It wasn't supposed to happen. She was one of the victims kidnapped by the group that had a relationship with Veltro years ago. She survived all that only to die here. It's not fair." Chris sighed again and sat down in a nearby chair.

"None of it is." Claire said, also sitting down in a chair next to Sherry, facing Chris.

"So, how did you two manage to get out of the airport?" Chris asked, leaning his arms on the table, and arched an eyebrow when both girls exchanged a look. "What?"

"That masked man was here." Sherry said, and Chris widened his eyes a little. He moved his torso away from the table and leaned back in his chair; he was serious, but didn't look surprised. "He's the one who helped me out of there. I was fighting some Lickers, Salina was close, but I couldn't get to her, and some of the Lickers ran up to her. He saved her, and then he helped me."

Chris crossed his arms.

"Why is it that every time there's an outbreak, he's involved?" He asked no one in particular.

"Do you think he's responsible?" Claire asked.

"... I don't know, I don't think he is, not directly. But he's always involved. It's suspicious, to say the least." He replied.

"Well, he's not against us. He's not an enemy." Sherry said, drawing the attention of both Redfields.

"Have you found out anything?" Claire asked.

"Well, yes, but not much. He goes by the codename Ghost. He works for a secret organization, away from everyone's eyes, practically. From what I found out, he works on eliminating biological weapons and everything related to their creations. You know all those we've arrested? His job is to kill them." Both she and Claire watched Chris take a laptop from his backpack and place it on the table.

"That explains why all those suspects went missing. They're dead." Claire said, and Chris snorted with some disdain.

"Good fucking riddance by me." He said, typing something into his laptop, to the curiosity of both of them. "Here, while you were in the medical tent, this happened earlier today."

He turned the laptop towards them, and they watched a reporter's footage that captured the moment Ghost fired at the huge creature standing in the middle of the street. The creature had mutated significantly, and they both immediately recognized the resemblance, much to their chagrin.

"What kind of weapon is that?" Claire asked after seeing the man shoot at the creature and the monster drop to its knees. They watched as its body began to break down and the creature struggled as if in agony.

"I don't have an exact idea, but look how quickly it immobilized that thing. Not only that, but it killed it. It looks like a corrosive effect or something. The ammo was made of some kind of substance, maybe." Sherry said, leaning her arms on the table.

"Whatever organization this guy works for, they're obviously very well armed. And it looks like he wasn't alone." Chris said after the second shot, coming from the monster's right, but still from an unknown location.

"He mentioned another agent. Someone called the reaper. And he also mentioned for his team to bring G-type weapons." Sherry said.

"So they have specific weapons for specific types of infected..." Claire said, more as a form of questioning than an actual statement.

"Well, I don't know, but he uses larger caliber weapons than usual. Maybe that's the case." Sherry said.

"I don't know how to feel about all this. I mean, we've had a lot of information thanks to him but... why are they hiding? This kind of weaponry can be used by everyone... imagine how much easier the missions would be." Chris asked himself, and Sherry swallowed a little as she remembered the agent's harsh words. Harsh, but true.

"He said it's because we're limited by the government. All the laws we have to obey, all the rules and bureaucracy we have, they don't." She said, and Chris just shook his head as he looked once again at the video on his laptop. "And I think he has access to all our data." Her words caught the attention of the two Redfields.

"Somehow, he knew confidential information. He mentioned the BSAA meetings, he mentioned Lansdale's relations with Veltro. He mentioned our meeting with the African government because of an old intrigue. This is information we don't release to the public." Chris ran a hand through his short hair.

"But that's great. Now we have an unknown organization with access to our systems. But how the fuck is this possible?!" Chris asked no one in particular.

"I don't know. But it answers the question regarding those emails." Claire said, noticing Sherry lost in thought.

The girl was a little reluctant to say more. If he really did have access to TerraSave's system, then it made sense for him to know her name. However, those scars... those marks, in the exact places she remembered... perhaps it wasn't just a coincidence.

And the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. He disappeared without a trace one night. And then anonymous emails began to appear, secrets began to be revealed and terrorists began to be killed.

And she still hasn't forgotten that it was in one of these anonymous emails that Chris found her and Claire while they were wandering from town to town just after Raccoon.

But it couldn't be... could it? It made sense and, at the same time, it didn't.

"Sherry?" She looked at Claire. She remembered how much the woman had suffered in those days, both from the nightmares, the trauma and her superhuman "attributes".

She was afraid of saying something and making her return to that state.

"Yeah? I'm sorry, I just... I was just trying to remember something else." Sherry made up an excuse, even though she knew that both Redfields could read her very well. To her relief, they didn't insist any longer.

"Did you see anything else? A symbol? A tattoo that might indicate something? Any clues to guide us." Chris asked, and Sherry ran a hand down the side of his neck.

"Ahm... he calls his gun the Silver Ghost, if that helps." Chris shook his head. "Well, no. Nothing unusual apart from the fact that he's incredibly skilled, Chris. I saw him fight four Lickers at once, and he fought this giant monster face to face. If all the agents in this organization are as skilled as he is, then I dare say it's an organization as dangerous as Umbrella itself." Sherry said, and although she realized that Chris certainly thought she was exaggerating, she wouldn't go back on what she said.

What she saw, she hadn't seen anywhere else. The only people who came close to it were Chris himself and Claire.

"Well... I guess it could be worse." Claire said after a while in silence.

"Worse than an unknown group with unlimited access to all our information? How, exactly?" Chris asked, lowering the screen of his laptop.

"I don't know, they could have used it all against us." She said, shaking her head.

"And he knows the secrets of our government." Sherry said, interrupting a small argument that was sure to ensue. "He said that our government is a loyal customer on the black market. He must know something that even we don't."

"It's not exactly a surprise. Not after Lansdale." Chris said, crossing his arms after putting his laptop away in his backpack.

"But how far does it go? What else is in our government's possession? They could very well be the cause behind some of the outbreaks." Claire said, watching Chris get up from his chair with a tired expression.

"Look, I haven't rested since I left home. I'd rather talk about it another time, with one or two other people, preferably. Get some rest, we'll talk more tomorrow." He said, stretching as he walked towards the tent door, being watched by both girls.

"Are you staying here?" Claire asked, and Chris turned around with a neutral expression.

"Of course. I have to look after my idiot little sister and her offspring. Seriously, sometimes you two are too much alike." It was the only thing he said before leaving the place.


The two agents were walking along the deserted road. Their attentive eyes scanned the dark place at night. An unusual area to park a car, it was very close to the highway and there was nothing there.

Ahead was Frederick's car. The driver's door was open and the headlights were still on.

Ghost and Hunk looked at each other and began to approach the car from different sides. Ghost from the right, Hunk from the left. Guns pointed at the vehicle.

As they approached, they both looked in surprise at Frederick's body lying on the ground. Blood was oozing from the bullet hole in his head.

The two agents approached the body, and their eyes surveyed the state of the scene.

"Someone cornered him and killed him. But before that, they were talking. There are heavy footprints coming from the passenger side." Hunk said as he analyzed it, kneeling next to the body.

"And whoever did it, they're gone. The footprints go towards the forest." Ghost said, sighing slightly. "Well, someone did us a favor."

"Yes, but at what price?" Hunk asked as he pointed to the open suitcase on the hood of the car. The mark on the case was something small and cylindrical... like a bottle of some substance.

"Ghost to HQ. The target is dead. Someone arrived before us and took the contents of a briefcase. It could well be a virus sample." Ghost said over his radio, looking at the surrounding forest for a few moments.

"Roger that, Ghost. If the target is dead, then get back to HQ. William wants to proceed with the Wesker plan." Ghost arched an eyebrow slightly in confusion, this being the first time he had heard of such a plan.

"I found out on my last mission where the hideout is that Albert used for a few years. There's a chance he's there, although I doubt it. And even if he isn't, we could get some important information." Hunk explained as he noticed his partner's confusion, and Ghost nodded in understanding.

"Understood. Ghost, out." He said, gripping the handle of his rifle. "Let's get to the helicopter. We'll worry about that later."

Hunk nodded in confirmation, and both agents walked towards the helicopter.