Ada made her way out the door, only to find no one there. Nothing. Where was she? Amusement filled her. Wesker had always been a clever bastard, but this took the cake. Even Simmons wasn't this clever. Bright sunshine greeted her and she raised a hand to her face to block out the light as she took in her surroundings. Wherever she was, Wesker hadn't been. He'd only observed her.

The air smelled of smoke and a lot of it.

The real Wesker had returned. There was no room for any more doubt. Ada inhaled deeply remembering all she'd been through to double cross him. The details, she put out of her mind. What did he know? The man was undeniably brilliant, but he'd kept her alive, more than once because she'd been useful. Even when she didn't follow orders as directly as he would have liked.

He always seemed to treat his assets like useful toys, discarding them when they no longer amused him.

This was a reminder. Her hand balled into a fist and she moved out into the forest. The white tennis shoes were nothing like her usual footwear. The bright colored scrubs were definitely outside her normal attire.

First, she needed some real clothes, her weapons, and maybe she'd figure out where she was.

Two helicopters roared overhead and she ducked back into the building. Making a quick decision she headed in the direction they were flying in. She was either going to get help or figure out her location.

The reading material provided had been interesting enough. It was a message to her personally. They'd made another clone of her. The documentation was a description of the work of Carla Radames, a brilliant scientist turned into the original clone of Ada.

The last document was a photo of herself at an helicopter landing pad with Leon and Jake. The dates listed were impossible. Not that she could tell how much time she'd lost necessarily but she was fairly certain she'd been in Wesker Jr.'s care that day.

But Leon would have known that.

She wondered what else she had "done."

Jill sat wedged in between Chris and Claire. The helicopter ride had been uneventful until a wildfire had scoured the area. Black ashy patches with smoke still rising in some location obscured their vision. She had a fist of fear in her stomach at the prospect of facing Wesker again. Part of her looked forward to it, to see what she could do. The other part of cowered at the thought. What if he took her again? Jill wasn't someone used to backing down from her fears.

"There!" Chris's voice popped through the headsets they were all wearing. She immediately looked to the right, his side, and spotted what he was talking about.

It was a black helicopter lying on its side. The blades were, one side looked melted, the glass was shattered inside of it. US. Government in faded lettering could be seen.

"Probably what Leon rode in on." Jill looked over at Claire who had paled considerably. She reached over and grabbed her hand. "I'm pretty sure you need to find his body first before I'd believe he was dead. He has more lives than a cat."

"I've got his signal," Chris answered before Claire could respond. He's definitely not there. Both his and Jake's signal are about a mile into the city." Claire nodded at him. She remembered the last time she and Leon were here. Her grip tightened on her seat. So many people over the years they'd lost. And yet things kept swinging back here. Claire didn't believe in any higher power but in this moment she couldn't help but think of the irony of those who were here.

"Earth to Claire." Claire glanced over at her sister-in-law. Jill had her attention and pointed to open window. "There," Jill's voice filled her headphones. "Set down there."

"We should be right on top of them." Chris said straining to look out of his side of the air craft.

"We are." Claire stared at Leon's prone form below them.

Jake came to see Sherry around noon. He'd been poked and prodded long enough, and even the Ustanak wasn't enough to keep him quiet. He'd been blindfolded after he'd gotten off the helicopter but he simply counted his steps and turns. He'd been running through alleys half blind in the dark amidst gunfire since he was a kid. A blind fold wasn't going to keep him lost.

They'd kept Anja with Sherry but kept them both locked up in a comfortable room. She was guarded by Andrew Hardy the pilot who'd originally taken her but Andrew made sure to stay out of Jake's path. He knew if it came down to it, Jake would pound him to a pulp, he wasn't stupid.

It was also the only way to insure Jake's "good behavior."

Jake stared at the door for a moment. He wasn't sure what he was going to see, but he knew the fact that they were both in there meant he'd failed somehow. They'd all failed Sherry again, just like before. He pushed that thought out of his mind. They were both alive. Leon was still out there, hopefully. They had a plan... of sorts. All Jake had to do was keep his cool.

If he could just start by going through the door and seeing his own wife, he'd be off to a great start. He put his hand against the steel and took a deep breath remembering Sherry's expression when he'd punched Leon. He hoped she'd at least hear him out. There was no time for an explanation to a plan he and Leon came up with at the last minute.

He glanced down the hall and spotted Hardy staring at him. The man's face still sported the telltale bruising of the punches Jake had given him. He kept his distance but he was also carrying a weapon that would work faster than Jake could move if he tried anything. He gave the man who as supposed to be his brother a smirk. Whatever kept the man on edge. He couldn't believe the man was supposed to be his half-brother.

He turned the knob and went in. The door would open and close from the outside but on the inside, it was locked. The room was cast in a warm light and was in stark contrast to the surrounding buildings. Outside this room they were very much in a lab... complete with the lab coats Jake hated seeing, the exam tables, etc.

But here, it was almost homey. There was a crib in the corner, a diaper table, a huge bed on one side of the room. There was a private bathroom off to the side. It was one of the most comfortable prison cells Jake had ever been in. There was even a small bookshelf with children's books off to the side. Jake shuddered. He hadn't planned on being here that long.

In fact Sherry was standing in front of it and when she heard the door closed she dropped a book and ran to him throwing herself in his arms. His arms automatically went around her and he squeezed her tightly to his chest in relief.

"Jake?" Sherry almost couldn't believe it was him.

"You didn't think I was going to leave you alone here?" Anja was snoozing in the crib provided. It was a beautiful carved white wood with soft sheets and a mobile. He couldn't imagine how much was spent on everything in this room. He moved closer to stare at Anja, she seemed for the most part to be ok. He put a hand on his daughter's head while keeping a firm grip on Sherry.

"No," She whispered into his chest, trembling. "They've already been here and drawn blood from both of us. What is happening?"

"Leon said to do what I had to," Jake started explaining. "So right now I'm blending in. Until--"

"Take Anja and leave." Her voice was muffled into his chest.

"I'm not leaving you here."

"Please Jake, I'm not like the rest of you...I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't have the C-virus antibodies. Sooner or later they'll be done with me. You two have a better chance."

"Not like me?" Jake recoiled like he'd been slapped. He dropped his arms and stared at her. Up until that moment Sherry was the only person he considered like himself. Certainly not Wesker and his ilk. Even if they shared the same DNA. He repeatedly told himself he wasn't his father. He would never do what his father had done.

"I didn't mean you were just like them." Sherry said stepping toward him holding her hands out. "Please Jake, I'm not going to survive whatever they've got planned. I'm just an experiment here. They are using me. You and Anja though, you have to get her out."

Jake stared at her. The phrase "not like the rest of you," was still ringing in his ears. Sherry had to know how much that hurt. She must have seen something he hadn't yet. There must be more test tube baby Wesker's besides Hardy boy out in the hall. His fists clenched.

He backed away his back hitting the wall. Just then the door opened and Wesker's head poked in. "Ah, knew I'd find you here." Jake and Sherry both paused and turned to stare at him.

"What do you want?" Jake bit the words out. He was glad for the interruption though.

"There is something I need you to see."

"And?"

"And it's not a request." Wesker's voice hardened and Jake found himself moving to the door. He glanced back at Sherry apologetically. Looking forward he was greeted with three gun barrels and the Ustanak himself. His had been removed upon arrival, even his Glock would have been handy.

Jake emerged into the hallway. "How did you find your accommodations?" Wesker fell into step next to him. The others, followed behind with the large frame of the Ustanak taking up the entire hallway and bringing up the rear.

"Those are mine?"

"I figured you'd want to share a room with Ms. B—I mean Mrs. Muller." Wesker spread out his hands. "We aren't the enemy here Jake. I just need Sherry's DNA. She's free to remain in the facility. But I need both of you." He was different. This Wesker, Jake couldn't quite figure him out.

"Where's the other clone."

"Other clone?"

"The one who injected me with Sherry's G-virus sample." Jake was still walking. The long tunnel reminded him of some of the bomb shelters they had in Edonia. There were many underground systems in use just for getting away. He remembered joking about half the country living underground.

"I'm him."

Jake stopped. He pushed the man against the wall. Wesker didn't fight back, but he signaled the other men to stay back.

"You..." His voice was low and he was so close to losing it.

"I have my memories back. That was kind of the point of the project." He stared at Jake.

"Project Resurrection." Jake breathed out, relaxing his hold on Wesker.

"You have been paying attention. Good." Jake stepped back from Wesker.

"So you think you're actually him."

"Yes."

"You're just a cheap copy of a bastard that should've stayed dead."

"You wound me, Jake." Wesker's voice dripped sarcasm. But he turned and continued walking as if Jake hadn't just pinned him to the wall. After a moment Jake followed him. Wesker had wanted to show him something.

"We've been working on making the virus stronger," said Wesker turning away from him. "And we did it, but we can't replicate Mrs. Muller's sample."

Jake's curiosity was piqued. "Why not?"

Wesker's expression remained placid. "I don't know. I was hoping she could tell me, maybe she knows something her father did. But for now, we'll just have to keep studying her and Anja."

Jake tensed. "She's not your guinea pig."

Wesker held up his hands. "No but right now she is the key unlocking the original G-virus. Her father out did himself there."

"You tried bringing him back?" Jake was being sarcastic, but something crossed Wesker's face before he smoothed it over again. Jake caught it. "You didn't...."

"Follow me, Jake." He turned on his heel. They went on a long path into another facility. Jake glancing around memorizing every detail. Through an open door a long hallway into a lab.

A man in a lab coat stood there. He stood gazing into a cage where a J'avo stood. He turned to Wesker.

"Albert, you found this? This is incredible," he stopped when he noticed Jake, who tensed.

"It is," agreed Albert. "Have you gotten the samples of the G virus I gave you?"

"Yes, I did, I still don't understand how it was lost. How long was I in the hospital? Was all of our work destroyed?"

"No, but we've come a little ways while you were out." He put a hand on the clone of Sherry's father's shoulder. "I'm sorry about Annette and Sherry, William."

William Birkin, or rather his clone studied Jake before turning back to Wesker again. "I wish I knew who was responsible...."

"We'll find them." Wesker said. "I was just showing one of our newbies around."

William again turned to Jake looking up at him. "Are you a scientist?"

"Mercenary," Jake responded shortly. He couldn't believe this was Sherry's father. Or what he looked like.

At 'Mercenary' William dismissed Jake and turned back to Wesker. "You want me to combine the samples?" He was completely involved in his work. Jake despised him already.

He couldn't be Sherry's father. She was nothing like him. Jake studied the light brown hair that reached William's ears. His lab coat and gray pants underneath. It all screamed scientist to Jake.

"First work on replicating the sample."

"I know you said it was the G-virus, but it's different," said Birkin.

"It has mutated." This time it was Wesker who tensed slightly.

"Can I see the host?" Birkin's excitement level was rising.

Jake felt his anger growing with each word. He glanced over at the tank with the J'avo inside. The J'avo that used to be a man. It stared out of its cylindrical cage and Jake knew that if released and ordered it would fight him to the death. Mutating the whole way until it was no longer recognizable as human. It's one eye right in the original place but it's other eye on the forehead, and a myriad of small eyes all thanks to the new C-Virus.

Birkin had no problem with the fact that this was once a man. Hell, Jake thought, he probably injected the virus into the man himself and then stood there and watched.

Jake suddenly had a flashback to the argument he'd had with Sherry when they were escaping an underwater Neo-Umbrella facility. I'm not my father, he'd told her vehemently. And I'm going to make damned sure that it stays that way. We're getting out of here, and you're going to save the world. He'd meant every word and it had been a game changing speech to Sherry who'd been adamant about rescuing her friends. Friends that she was so sure she and Jake could save. It was the first moment she truly realized he was on her side and maybe not in it for the money. At least not anymore.

So what was he doing here in this lab, upset at her for what she had said earlier. He knew she would never think she was truly like Wesker. Shame washed over him when he remembered how he'd reacted and left her trapped in that room with Anja. He should be finding a way out of here. Not standing here speaking with the ghost of her father. The ghosts of both of their fathers.

His eyes flicked up to catch Birkin staring at him. He had been deep in thought and was not paying attention to their conversation. Way to go, Jake, he thought. Supposed to be figuring out what was going on.

"I said are you a relative of Albert's?" Jake was taken back and wasn't sure how to respond. Albert grinned at him.

"He is," said Albert lifting an eye brow at Jake.

"Distant." Jake said at the same time. He still couldn't figure out what to do with this information.

"We won't disturb you any longer," said Wesker. "I'll have plenty of C-Virus antibodies at your disposal soon."

"And the G-Virus host?" Birkin voice was hopeful. Jake clenched his fists together. He himself was carrying the mixed C and G viruses.

"I'll work on getting it." Wesker nodded. William nodded, looked at Jake again and returned to his computer. There were samples everywhere in this room, not just subjects. Jake shuddered. It, he means her. Jake's expression was dark as he followed Wesker out of the labs again.

"Do you think Sherry will cooperate once she's seen her father?" Wesker asked once they were outside. He was still walking in front of Jake, and all the pent-up rage Jake was feeling spilled over. He grabbed Wesker from behind and shoved him against the wall again.

Wesker held up a hand to a guard who tried coming to his rescue even with Jake's hands pinning him to the wall. "What was that?" Jake snarled into his face.

"William Birkin, he was truly a genius, another mind gone too soon. I'm glad we decided on the memory overlays even if he spent most of his time obsessing over the G-Virus." Wesker's composure did not waver.

"And you are just going to let him take Sherry." It was a statement.

"Not if she cooperates willingly," Wesker said. "Birkin may be the only mind who can figure out a way to replicate the virus. The original host, unfortunately, is long dead."

"Things that are long dead should stay that way," Jake responded stepping back. He released his grip on Wesker and strolled up the hallway alone. He didn't want anything else but Sherry and Anja right now. The J'avo in the cylindrical container flashed in his mind again. It had been moving, beating its fists against the glass on occasion. There had been no sound coming from the tube. It was completely soundproofed he realized. Sherry could sit in there and yell at her father for hours and he would never hear her. Worse, he'd be the one to experiment on her.

He moved to the room, but no one followed him. He had no escorts this time. Perhaps Wesker wanted to give a moment in good faith.

"Sherry—" He skidded to a halt. She was asleep on the bed with Anja lying next to her. He stared at them. How did he tell her?

Your father has been cloned.

He's working on the G-Virus again.

They're not going to let you go.

He moved closer and noted her cheeks were streaked with tears. Those were his fault, he remembered fleeing the room earlier. He reached out to touch her arm but hesitated. Did he even deserve her?

Sherry opened her eyes suddenly seeing Jake and reached for him with a speed that surprised him. "Oh my god, Jake!" She pulled him down and hugged herself into his chest as his arms automatically wrapped around her.

"Sherry," he whispered her name into her hair. "I saw someone...and..."

"Who?" She tensed against his chest.

"They made a clone of..." He hesitated. He really didn't want to say it out loud.

"Who is it?" She pulled back and looked up at him. Her eyes told him she was already suspicious. "It's my father isn't it."

Jake nodded, catching her as she slumped against him.

"Why him?" She gasped. "Didn't he do enough damage for one lifetime?"

"His research killed him," Jake said, remembering what Sherry had told him before.

"Yes," She whispered as he held her. "Only after he injected himself with it, and then me. The only thing that mattered to them, him was that Virus. He can't be..." She stopped herself and simply sat there trembling as Jake's arms tightened around her.

Here they were back at the Arklay laboratory. Jake hoped that Leon was coming with some sort of plan. He was starting to see exactly what Project Resurrection was. A knot of fear sank into his stomach.

Who else was out there? Who else had Wesker brought back?