Ada lifted her gun but Leon put a hand on it and pushed it down. The creature made no move towards them but he could feel the hatred radiating off of it.

"Ok, so we hear Birkin and you don't want me to kill it. Did you hit your head that hard?" Ada snapped.

"I don't think it can attack us." Leon said. "Do you remember the plaga sample you picked up?"

"Vaguely," Ada studied the creature wondering what Leon saw that made him hesitate. It could have been the tattered clothing still attached to the powerful torso, in a gross parody of Tarzan. The way it crouched it could leap at them at any time with a huge leap if it wanted. They'd both be dead.

But it just sat there, staring at them.

Ada had had enough, she lifted her gun again, but as she did so a door opened and Birkin himself stepped out in front the creature, exactly as she remembered him, white lab coat and all. He looked like he'd gotten a good dose of food poisoning, he was pale, his eyes were red rimmed, and he was sweating heavily. 

Leon recognized the symptoms of plaga on both man and creature, having spent a lot of time with a certain rebel school teacher in the Easter Slav Republic when it all went to hell. 

Birkin stared at them not recognizing either. "Who are you?"

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Sherry had paced the room waiting for something in her gut to tell her when too long of a wait was too long. Anna had watched her, eyes filled with sympathy. 

Birkin had egged her on, but in the end, and for some odd reason she'd been automatically assumed to be the one to make a decision. She was the prisoner here, they made no sense but she realized both of her parents had been followers, not leaders. She had the same traits, but when it came to Jake... She'd do anything to find him.

She had to find him.

Sherry do this for me. His voice played in her head. God, she felt her lack of patience as she paced. This was usually what Jake did. He paced in front of her, whenever he was restless, whenever he thought they were making a bad decision. Anytime, she recalled, he was thinking. She remembered when she'd first met him, he paced around every corner of the room checking for danger, never really looking at her. She wasn't a threat to him so he ignored her.

"Open the door." She turned to Birkin. Birkin had been waiting for this moment. In his own mind, his own plans were formulating. Ways to get Sherry out of here.

He'd failed her on so many levels, and yet he knew given the choice to do it all again, he probably would end up in the lab. Given the choice now he was going back, there was too much work to do. Sherry didn't understand but he would at least do this one thing for her. He would separate her from Jake if he had a chance. It would be one gift he could manage. A chance for her and Anja to start anew, fresh without that kind of taint.

Sherry picked up Anja and strapped her in. The infant laid her head down and fell asleep. Jake's voice played in her head again. She's such a smart kid, almost knows she needs to be quiet right now.

She pushed him out of her mind. Anna held up the diaper bag. Sherry shook her head. "We need a back pack. That one will be awkward if we run into anything." She left out the part, that it would be awkward if they ran into ANYTHING period.

"There's actually one here." Anna moved past the bad picked up a black military styled backpack, she zipped it open and dumped the contents of the diaper back inside and then put it on herself.

"I can carry it," Sherry offered.

"We're both weaponless," Anna said donning the backpack turning to Birkin. "What's not awkward about this?"

"We have the Neman." Birkin said from the door. Anna was a liability. He was having trouble believing that this woman had created the overlays that allowed him to be here. She seemed...

He had trouble putting his finger on it. Not into her work. Not as much as he and Wesker had been. But here she was and she and Wesker had a child. Wesker had actually loved a woman? Loved anyone?

"Ready?" Sherry nodded and moved to the door. Birkin opened the keypad, typed in the code and the door slid open.

He stepped outside and saw two people he didn't recognize out there in front of the Neman.

"Who are you?" He was about to order the creature to attack, they didn't need any extra baggage when Sherry flew past him, faster than he could stop.

"Leon!" Her arms wrapped around him and Birkin held back at the last second. Just what he needed, another set of eyes to stop him. At least it wasn't Wesker returning with weapons. While this guy was armed and ready, he didn't have the tools Wesker kept for such situations.

The woman eyed him with all the subtlety of a cat stalking a mouse. He wasn't sure what to make of her but she wasn't going to be easy to fool.

Leon released Sherry looking down at her. "Where's Jake?" He noticed

"He went for weapons with Wesker." Leon frowned at this, noticing a red headed woman standing behind Sherry.

"Oh, this is Anna Muller." Sherry said it without thinking and Leon stumbled a bit over the last name. It was too much to be a coincidence. Not with everyone else here coming back from the dead. He briefly wondered how Jake had reacted. His partner was a bit of a hot head and this would have been quite a blow to him.

Sherry gave him a knowing look. Anna extended her hand to shake his. "Nice to meet you."

She doesn't hide her accent like Jake does, he noticed.

"So," Leon paused and looked at the Neman. "Anyone want to tell me what that thing is? Why it's not killing us?"