Jake stared up at the gap in the ceiling wondering for the umpteenth time how he was going to get back up there. How he was going to get out of the cell. He tore off of his shredded shirt and tucked his gun into his pocket. He was starting to feel better already as the healing process took over. Normally he wasn't a fan, but this time, anything that got him back to Sherry was a plus.

"Was it just the one?" He shouted up, not caring if another creature was in the cell with him.

He could make out the silhouettes of those standing above him, just not which they were. A rope dropped in front of him.

"Climb up," Chris's voice floated down to him.

"Well," Sherry hesitated. "Jake went for weapons with Wesker...and we are waiting for them to come back."

"The facility is on lockdown." Anna offered.

Leon could see it, Jake's coloring, his eyes, those were all from Anna Muller. This was the woman who'd run. Well, not this one, he corrected himself. He wondered how Jake had taken it. By the look on Sherry's face, not too well. She clutched Anya, in her carrier, to her chest, her lips tightened as she shook her head. Sherry knew him long enough to know what he was asking with a look.

Leon faced Anna again, holding the baby bag. His head still ached, at some point, he was really going to need a doctor, or a shot of whiskey, or both.

"Chris and Claire are both here." He finally got out. "I don't know where they are now, we kind of got separated."

"Are they sending a team?"

"I'm not sure," Leon responded looking at Sherry. "It's one thing to send one man in, it's another to admit the problem is big enough to send in a team. And it's on our soil so there's some arguing over who has the right..." He stopped. "It's neither here nor there. The biggest issue is getting everyone out. Keeping the witnesses alive..."

"Witnesses?" Ada spoke behind him. "They are hardly innocent." She moved next to Leon, still managing to look sexy to Leon, even in nurses scrubs. The sniper rifle still looked dangerous in her hands, even if she looked like a woman in pajamas. It was a ridiculous combination. He would have to ask her about it later. If there was a later.

"Biggest issue is getting us all out." Birkin interrupted Leon's thought process. The man looked sick, and Leon wondered if he'd been infected again. The odds seemed high considering what he'd the last time he'd encountered the man. And the clones? They seemed damned determined to repeat the mistakes of the originals.

"So," Leon looked at him. "What is the fastest way out. Anything that says go down, I'm not really up for."

"No, it's all upstairs." The man could not hide his dislike of Leon. And Leon studied him in return. Every movement, squint of the eyes, rise and fall of his chest the way his clammy hands fisted and released spoke that Leon had interrupted whatever plans the man was about to undertake.

"That thing goes in front."

"Agreed." Birkin looked at the creature who stalled for a moment, there was a battle of wills and the creature with a growl moved to the front. Leon couldn't help but inhale as it moved past with the deadly grace of a predator. Considering how close he'd gotten to being killed by one earlier, Leon wasn't liking his chances at encountering another. These weren't dumb like lickers. Lickers were basic predators, this creature could hate, it could think, and it could plot.

Birkin was not as in control as he thought he was. Birkin knew it, Leon knew it. No one said anything.

"Now you." Ada was taking Leon's lead in this. Leon wondered how long it would be until she ditched. She worked alone, fought alone, and did her jobs mostly alone. But she wasn't completely heartless. She eyed the baby in Sherry's carrier with some sympathy and moved to stand behind Birkin with a glance back at Leon. "Ready?"

He gave a look at Sherry and Anna who both nodded. They were leaving the "safe room." If Leon owed Jake anything at this point, it would be to get his wife and child safe. There had to be a way to leave a message. Jake's healing ensured that he'd survive just about anything besides being hit with a bomb.

"Move out." He said as they started forward. Two women loaded down with baby gear and a baby, a mad scientist, a DSO agent, and a, well he wasn't really sure what Ada was...

He didn't like their odds.

Jake hauled himself over the edge of the hole feeling it catch against his skin, tearing him places. It wouldn't matter. It would be healed over before he stood. The sting had already faded. He stood and shot a glance at Wesker before glancing back down at the hole he'd just climbed out of.

Titbag's body lay stretched, looking deflated in the flickering lights, liquids leaching out of the pile of "breasts" that made up the creature. Jake shuddered again by reflex. His eyes met Wesker's.

"Why?" He rasped before coughing. Guess I'm not over the fumes yet.

Wesker shrugged before turning away. Jake reached out and grabbed his shirt yanking him around again to face him. In an instantly the Ustanak was behind Wesker growling menacingly, all three of the Redfields had their guns up. Chris and Claire pointed at the Ustanak, Jill's pointed at Wesker.

"What answer would satisfy you, Jake?" Wesker calmly replied, straightening out his shirt. Both men stood eye to eye. Disgust rolled through him, and the idea that he shared DNA with this man sickened him. He stepped back, towards the Redfields.

"Why don't you tell me what it was that you did, that made my mother run away all those years ago?"

Silence. He wasn't his father, wasn't the same man necessarily but if he wasn't lying... He still had the memories of a dead man in his head.

Wesker swallowed, his eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.

Jake wondered if he even knew the answer. It didn't matter. Wesker may have brought her back, but he needed her research, and she was a tool to him. That was it, whatever she thought.

She had to have known, he thought to himself. At some point, she had to have realized what he was.

He turned away facing Redfield, Jill, & Claire. Damn, things must have been bad if Redfield felt more like family than his actual DNA relative. He shook his head. "We need to get back to that safe room."

He was missing his shirt, covered in his own blood, still wielding his 9mil, and an earpiece. He'd managed to get this far with a broken chair leg and being speared by a Neman. His partner was possibly dead, but his wife was still down here. He closed his eyes against the pain and moved back up the tunnels they'd come from.

He'd gone five feet when the tunnel ceiling collapsed down in front of them.