If You Look For Truthfulness You Might Just As Well Be Blind

Title is from Honesty, from Billy Joel, what an absolute legend. I'm very sorry, I'm much later than I expected due to being very busy and having computer issues. Sorry. I've made it up to by finally including Leon again, bahaha.

To those I can't thank. Alex? Hmmm, nope the name doesn't ring a bell. I jest! It's good to see you back, I'm glad you like the story, you should really try again to get an account, hope you enjoy the rest. 'Wow' thank you very much, I'm glad you like Jake and co. Jane, thank you, very kind. I'm glad you like Chris and Jake, I also would love Jill but I don't think they'll be in re6, but a reference would be nice. C. Redfield 86 no need to apologise, I'm glad you liked the chapter and hopefully your ps3 can be fixed, I don't know the first thing about them unfortunately! Hope you all continue to enjoy.

Jill walked with purpose, keeping her eyes firmly glued to the ground. The benefit of wearing her baseball cap, she could shelter her eyes from others. Proved much easier than either Claire or she could have ever imagined, one flash of Jill's BSAA card and they were granted immediate access into the camp on the outskirts of Lanshiang. Of course it helped that Jill was one of the founding members of the BSAA. Nevertheless she wished to keep a low profile, if any agents knew her personally they would know she was no longer an operational agent and undoubtedly question why she was there.

Jill figured so long as they looked busy and appeared to know where they were going, no one would stop to ask. Besides the camp was brimming with people, although it was set up by the North American Branch, the place was full of BSAA members from all around the world. Jill was glancing into each military tent she passed, hoping to find the armoury tent, she just prayed whoever was manning it wouldn't recognise her.

Claire followed Jill, amazed by the sights. She couldn't take her eyes off all the equipment tents, and officers walking by. It was completely alien to her. Each time she heard a new accent, her head would spin around to take a look, she'd heard German, Italian, French, hell even Welsh. The BSAA base was completely international, all men united together to take down the threat against humanity.

The younger woman was definitely apprehensive, she wasn't a warrior. And honestly, she wasn't particularly willing to throw herself back into a situation like Racoon City. There was a reason Claire wasn't a member of the BSAA. But Jill explained to her about Chris' photo, obviously giving Claire no choice but to accompany her. The fate of her nephew depended on them. She would never sacrifice that.

Jill stepped into the tent, swiftly followed by Claire. The older woman let out a sigh of relief, there was makeshift desk in the tent. And standing behind it was a young boy, looked no older than eighteen. She knew she would have no trouble getting weapons off the inexperienced member.

"Hi, we're about to go on a mission, we need to check out two handguns, whatever ones you have, and a good amount of ammo." Jill stated the young boy. His eyes flicked up from the sheets in front of him on the desk. He quickly stood from his position, running a hand nervously through the short blonde hair.

"Uh, what mission are two a part of? Operation Overlord?" The boy flicked through the notes, trying to see what operations were leaving today. They had strict security, couldn't hand out weapons to just anyone. Claire's eyes popped open as he asked, she was a terrible liar, and began to panick, she knew their plan would never work.

"No actually, we're part of a private mission, strictly covert." Jill spoke calmly, face barely changing. She had a perfect poker face. They were just lucky the boy didn't move his gaze to Claire, as she wasn't quite so subtle; she looked like deer caught in headlights.

"Oh….Okay," The young blonde flicked through the scattered sheets, he couldn't remember reading of there being another mission being deployed today. Getting to the end of the many pages, no information was left on this covert mission. He brought his hand up to scratch his head, "Well, I'm going to have to check with superiors before-"

"Listen to me boy." Jill interrupted him, pulling onto the collar of his grey vest tugging him closer to her, so he was awkwardly leaning over the table. Fear was embedded into the young boy's eyes. "I'm Jill Valentine, one of the original eleven founders of the BSAA, so I am your superior. Do as I say."

She paused momentarily to move her other hand into her pocket retrieving her pass card, she flashed it into the younger man's face who nodded quickly. He knew who Jill Valentine was, he just had never met nor would have recognised her.

"Get us the guns. And do it quickly." Jill let go off him, the force sending him stumbling backwards, he had to latch onto the desk so not to fall.

"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am…." He mumbled almost inaudibly and began to cower away towards the back of the tent.

"Wait." He turned timidly as Jill called for him once more. Her voice as stern as ever. "Call communications and get the exact location of Alpha Team, being lead under Captain Redfield. Don't ask questions, just do it."

As the boy nodded and moved away to the back of the tent, the frown on Jill's face melted. A small smile appearing on her lips instead.

"Wow, Jill. You're a bitch." The auburn woman whispered, a small giggle escaping her mouth.

"Shut up. It worked didn't it? With being a mother, I've mastered the art of discipline and faux-anger…" Jill let out another sly smile; she knew full well how intimidating she could really be.

"So whenever we find Chris, what exactly do you plan to do?"

"Hmm, I'll kick him in the balls, or just chop them right off. And then go find my son." There was no denying it, Jill was furious that Chris kept something so important from her. But it went beyond anger. The anger was a front. She was petrified. And Claire knew this, she placed a hand on Jill's shoulder.

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"You're scared, aren't you?"

"He's selfless at the best of times Claire. And he is devoted to Alex. Don't get me wrong, I love him for it. But I'm worried he will throw everything away to try and save our son… I can't lose him as well…" Jill barely whispered her last sentence. To describe Chris Redfield in one word, selfless. Jill couldn't help but worry for him; she knew he would sacrifice himself for their son.

Claire was about to speak, but the young BSAA member came towards them, two pistols in hand and boxes full of ammo.

"Here you go. I also brought these." The boy passed two holsters to each of the women along with the gun. He slid a note along the table towards Jill. "Here's the location of Alpha Team, whether they'll be there for long who knows."

Jill nodded, placing the note into her pocket, and gun into her holster. "Thank you."

Sherry was in one of the busiest areas of Lanshiang. The streets were flooded with people, some living some not. It was absolutely hectic, she was shoved from side to side, as civilians screamed while running past her. BSAA members stormed the streets alongside the city's police force, both shooting those infected. Though in the haze of people, Sherry could have sworn they slain those uninfected as well.

She stumbled to the side as a car passed through the streets. As if the street wasn't busy enough, they were occasional vehicles passing. Sherry was frozen in the moment. It felt like she was her twelve year old self again, reliving Raccoon City. Except this time she was alone.

A bloodcurdling scream tore her from her daze. She was surprised she could hear it over all the other screams, groans, engine noises and gunfire was swarmed the streets. Her eyes were torn to a young girl who cowered next to an abandoned car, as an infected zombie made his way towards her. She barely looked older than ten.

Immediately, Sherry retrieved her handgun and fired one round into the head of the infected making it drop backwards. The girl was of Asian descent, and Sherry guessed she was a native. Her tearful eyes met Sherry's, and she immediately saw herself in the young girl. Her heart ached for the child; she should never have had to see such things. Humans truly were evil creatures, creating such monstrosities.

The young girl unfroze and ran into the arms of her worried mother, who quickly picked her up and ran with the rest of the civilians.

Sherry began to run down the street, realising she had wasted enough time. There was a swarm of zombies walking along the street, and a BSAA member threw a grenade into the crowd in an attempt to stop them. It meant zombie and humans alike were scattered into pieces, and thrown across the city.

The explosion sent Sherry off her feet and threw her like a rag doll into the middle of the street. Opening her eyes, her head was spinning, her slight clouded and hearing muffled but for a ringing sound penetrating her ears. Her inability to see or hear little meant she didn't realise as zombies stalked towards her. She attempted to stand, but was wobbly on her feet. She was about to stumble over once more, but something grabbed at her arm.

She was pulled up and thrown onto a seat of a motorcycle before she could even catch on to what was happening. As the bike began to drive off at speed, she felt herself lose balance and slip off the seat. Shaking her head, she tried to regain her composure and her senses. She quickly moved her arms around the mercenary in front of her, latching her delicate hands onto his chest as the vehicle sped away from the destruction.

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The motorcycle came to a halt, the ignition was quickly turned off and key removed. They were in a small park in the back streets of the city, so it much quieter. The noise of the bike engine would only attract more living dead. It was near sun rise in the city, there was a glimmer of light, however much was still covered in darkness. The trees of the park and buildings surrounding created more shadows in the darkness.

The man kicked the stand down and rested the bike against it. Sherry took her cue; using his shoulder as leverage, she carefully jumped off the back of the bike, swiftly followed by the mercenary. Still shaky, she stumbled ever so slightly, but a strong hand quickly caught hers, keeping her from falling.

"Thank you." She whispered lightly, removing her hand from his. She began to pat down her cargo trousers, trying to remove the debris embedded on them. "Are you okay, Jake?"

"Fine. You were the one needed saved, remember?" Jake moved back to the motorbike, opening the side compartment and retrieving ammo for his handgun. He began to load it carefully.

"Where are the other mercenaries?" Sherry ignored his comment, and asked the obvious. Jake Muller was a mercenary since the day he turned eighteen. His father abandoned them, and his mother needed the money to survive. Turned out the one thing Jake could do successfully was fight, it seemed like the perfect job for him.

"We were infected. It's just me left, kid." There wasn't a hint of sadness in his voice. He wasn't a team player, never had been. It was a selfish world; he had to look after himself and himself only. Could never fully trust another person, it was one for all.

"I'm sorry…" And there lay the difference between Sherry Birkin and Jake Muller. Sherry cared. Something he couldn't relate too. Her heart went out to those who died, but it never seemed to affect Jake. He would never become emotionally attached like she would. They first met a year ago, and more recently they were together at the outbreak in Serbia. Apart from the occasional bicker, they usually got along well and seemed to care for each other, Sherry did however wonder if he would even notice if she died.

"Don't know why you're here, Sherry. Turns out I'm immune to the C virus too." A slight humourless laugh left his lips, as he passed a couple of clips to the blonde woman. He was injected with the virus along with the rest of his men, yet he was unaffected. "I'm pretty much invincible."

"You may be immune but not invincible. I'm here to protect you, Jake." He was the only hope the world had. Sherry was put on to protect him as soon as news hit the government that Albert Wesker supposedly had a son. If the case was true, he would have the blood type containing antibodies which were capable of withstanding these viruses. Sherry may have known who his father was, but she was sworn not to tell him, in fear it would stop him from cooperating. The world depended on his blood. And it was Jake's decision if he chose to use his blood for good or evil.

"Well I'm pretty certain I was the one who protected you back there, not the other way round." A smirk played on his thin lips. Sherry just rolled her eyes, she was always uncertain if he was joking or not.

"Who infected you? And are you sure it was the C-virus?"

"As I said to the BSAA, a sexy bitch did it. I guess it was the virus, certainly I hadn't seen it before."

"Do you know who she worked for?"

Sherry wanted to find more information on the new strain of virus. She had to protect Jake, but she also had to find out more on this new virus. Problem with it being new, the government knew little about it. Sherry had virology knowledge and was a good fighter, perfect candidate for her job with Jake. He appeared to be immune to it, but Sherry knew she would have to gain samples of the new virus and the different strains of it, to be certain.

"No idea, probably the people who started this. I know where she went though... I'm guessing you want to go get more information on this virus, huh?" Jake knew the drill, he knew Sherry had her other missions as well.

"Yeah, but my first objective is to protect you."

"Well then, I better come with you." A smirk played on his features, and this time she smiled back at him.

Alpha Team had found a safe resting position, there was an abandoned car park a few metres from the building that the mysterious woman was said to have gone into. The car park proved a safe place, only one entrance, and gave shelter to the weary men.

"Seriously I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me." Chris complained once again, as the team medic, Corporal Bryce, made his way towards the older man, needle and thread in hand. Chris hated fuss, especially if it was him causing it. But the wounds that spread the length of his arms were more severe than he originally thought. The adrenaline seemed to curb the pain, but now it had dulled, he felt the full effect of the J'avo's claws.

"Captain, it's best to get the wound treated to now. If I can close it up, and cover it, it'll prevent further infection." Chris nodded regrettably, moving his arms up to show to his soldier.

The medic began his work, cleaning the wounds first, and then beginning to stitch up the larger more gaping sores. Chris winced as the needle pierced the skin, but refused to let out even a whimper of pain.

He glanced up to see Piers make his way towards the Captain. The younger man sat on the ground next to Chris, watching the medic quickly work.

"I'm sorry, Captain."

"You did nothing wrong." Chris's reply was short, and exactly to the point. He could tell Piers would be beating himself up about failing to save Chris. But the older man knew it wasn't his fault and never would he hold it against him. "The Jake guy was far too arrogant, don't listen to him."

"In a place like this, he could get himself killed with his cockiness…."

"….Yeah." Chris seemed to trail off. His mind was still on the mysterious mercenary. Perhaps he was reading far too much into the situation. But he just couldn't seem to shake a horrible feeling. The mercenary was the spitting image of Chris' former Captain. And if Chris' fears were true, he figured there could be a much bigger danger to humanity than just these recent outbreaks.

"What's on your mind?" Piers asked, seeing his Captain seemed distant. He worried for Chris. Piers more than anyone on the team knew what Chris was really going through. He just hoped Chris' worried mind wouldn't get in between his focus and take him off guard. As Piers saw in their recent fight, he wouldn't always be able to protect his Captain.

Bryce left momentarily to go to other side of the building to grab more supplies to treat Chris.

"Alex. And that Jake guy, he…reminded me of someone." Chris was resistant to reveal his true feelings to Piers, scared if it was just a mere coincidence.

"Wesker?" The younger man whispered, making Chris snap his head around. Piers never had the pleasure of meeting Wesker, but he knew what the man looked like. And it wasn't until Chris asked Jake if they had met, that he saw the resemblance.

"Yeah…" Bryce made his way back, stopping the conversation between the two. He place a light bandage on top of the stitched wounds, helping the Captain as best as he could. Chris continued, " I just pray it's not true…"

Leon and Helena got into China as quickly as possible, and by avoiding the crowded main streets they were able to get across the city with little trouble. Director Wilson gave details of a supposed Headquarters in Lanshiang, and with haste they made their way to it.

On arrival into the building, it was clear the details weren't completely correct. The directions lead them not to an HQ but to underground laboratories hidden deep within the city. They were thankful the place was deserted; two agents against a group of men would not end in their favour. However Leon was put slightly on edge. It was strange for it to be empty. There were no security as of yet.

They had gone through silent rooms upon rooms of offices and labs with various notes thrown across them. The notes gave away very little, some had information on some sort of virus, which Leon assumed would be the C-virus. Though with little applicable knowledge, he couldn't decipher it. The micro slides seemed to show something, but again meant little to them. Of course, it was useful, but not for finding those behind the attacks.

Leon opened the door the next door they came upon, it lead into a spacious white tiled room, with many doors leading from it. It seemed in stark contrast to the other rooms, the others were dull. This however was blindingly white, and looked completely sterile. In the middle of the room, various cryogenic cylinders sat in the middle. Leon thanked God they were empty.

While Leon investigated the tubes, Helena made her way towards the various doors. Some had palm scanners and retina readers; she knew this wouldn't be easy. As she came to one of the doors, it immediately slid up, opening the way for her. She looked around and cautiously stepped in. The minute she was on the other side, it shut quickly after. She went back to the door, attempting to open, swearing when it seemed to be firmly shut.

"Helena?" Leon heard the door closed, and jogged towards where she went.

"Leon, I can't open the door." She spoke hastily over the headset.

"Yeah neither can I." He tried to bang the white door hoping he could break it, but to no avail. "Listen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Helena looked around the room, it seemed to lead into a deep corridor, but without her partner she was cautious to head down it.

"Good, okay just stay where you are. I'm going to try to find a way to get to you, okay?"

"Okay."

Helena sounded nervous, and Leon couldn't blame her. The lack of any sort of presence scared him too. And now to be separated from her, he was just as worried.

"Not the best partner, eh?" Leon spun on his heels, a feminine voice echoing through the large room. He immediately retrieved his handgun. His gaze was led over to a figure leaning up against one of the cryogenic cylinders.

He moved cautiously closer, so able to see the figure more clearly. He could have guessed. Wearing a revealing blue dress, with a trademark red scarf, Ada watched him, a small grin on her face. Leon placed the gun back its holster without even thinking.

"What are you doing here Ada?"

"I could ask you the same thing…" She pushed herself elegantly off the tube, and glided closer towards him.

"Why do you think I'm here? To track the people behind this, so that's why I wanted to know why you're here." He found it difficult to believe Ada wasn't on his side, but she always seemed to do things which would scream otherwise.

"Maybe I'm doing that too…" Leon scoffed at her comment.

"Ada, who's doing this? Who are the ones behind the outbreak?" He sounded like a broken record; it seemed to be all he would say to her. But she never answered. And bit by bit, he began to trust her a little less. Something he never thought would happen.

She walked closer to him, so they stood in close proximity. Her eyes never left his. He seemed to plead for the truth, she could tell beneath his eyes he was being torn apart. He had become weary of the fighting and mistrust. She merely winked at him. Immediately he retracted her eye contact.

Why Ada Wong had such a control over him, Leon would never know. It seemed to not make any sense. It didn't make sense to other people and it didn't make sense to him. But it just seemed to feel right. He had a feeling for Ada that he could never quite pinpoint, ever since Raccoon the feeling just always seemed to ache within him whenever he gazed into the green eyes full of lies and deceit.

"And what of Chris' son? Did you send him on a wild goose chase, or was the information true?" Leon spat at her, his voice angrier than he expected. He had no reason not to trust that information she gave, but he was just frustrated.

"Alex is still alive. How come you doubted me?" Her voice was soft, teasing almost. And yet again the feeling ached in Leon's chest. Maybe he didn't have any reason to doubt her after all.

"Because you don't tell me anything…"His lips twitched into a frown, and Ada let out a slight laugh. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, with a message, she ignored in briefly.

For split second Ada felt almost a twinge of guilt. For a man who had witnessed many horrors, his eyes had no malice or hate, they were completely innocent. She brushed her fingertips lightly against the slight stubble which dotted his chin. He gently closed his eyes, savouring her sweet touch. Carefully she reached in and caressed her lips gently across his. She quickly removed them, a sly smile forming over her face.

"Trust me." She whispered into his ear, and turned to walk away from Leon. He was left frozen. She retrieved the phone from her pocket to glance at the message which came through,

The BSAA are close, remove them.

Leon called for her as she continued to leave. He could never see Ada as a villain, but perhaps he was wrong.

Fun fact, history buffs should pick up that Operation Overlord was in fact battle of Normandy, eseentially D-Day. Again, my apologies. Also sorry for the chapters which seem to be fillers, I'm just very lazy.

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