Jake stood looking at an orange sunset. The air was chilly, but he didn't mind the cold. It reminded him of Edonia, the last winter he spent there. He was back in his own shirt again, it was slightly stretched nothing he cared about fixing. His mind was too occupied with the chase. There was an awful suspicion in his mind. Wesker had been ahead of them this whole time. The guy was dead, and yet he still seemed to win. How was that possible?

His entrance into Jake's life had been post-mortem and yet he wouldn't stay dead, always in the shadows leering at him. You'll never escape my legacy. Jake shook his head against the thought. Son of the world's most notorious killer, he had better things to do than worry about whether or not his father was going to leap out at them like a boogeyman.

He turned his thoughts toward the Ustanak. The creature could have easily tracked them. This one was probably no different than the last one he'd faced. It had been everywhere shadowing them, out maneuvering them, and finally capturing them. Not to mention it had been nearly impossible to kill.

Beside him Sherry was doing her own fuming. She was pacing back and forth. It was growing dark and they had started to head back north, now were looking to spend the night in another barn. They'd stolen a long sleeve plaid shirt that fit her well enough, taking it off a clothes line. Jake had used the clothespin to tack up a 5$ bill to the line in its place.

She'd made a crack about being an official country girl and he'd just stared at her not understanding the joke.

Sherry didn't say anything for a minute. The sun was going down and it was getting colder again. Jake wouldn't say it out loud but he was simply looking forward to hiding out in a barn and getting close with her again. Even if it was just snuggling all night. He'd slept in worse, it was in his job description. Trenches, bombed out cities, a barn was a slice of heaven compared to those. "Barn it is," Jake had said glancing at her. Now more than anything he wanted to find this Wesker kid Jr. and put a bullet between his eyes.

To do that they needed to go back towards New York to where they'd first encountered the Ustanak.

"Listen..." whispered Sherry suddenly.

Jake paused. "Is that...a-?"

"Yes!" Sherry grabbed his hand. "Train."

"Uh, Sherry."

"What is it?"

"That thing is going to be going an excess of 50 or 60 mph, you going to just catch it?"

The exuberance died on her face. "Something like that...maybe it won't be going that fast when it gets to us?"

"We could hope Super Girl." He was listening. Depending on how far out of the station it was would determine how fast it was going. "Going back," he gazed at her. "You sure you're up for it?"

She shot him a look that would have skewered him dead on the spot. "Of course I am, if I have to walk the whole way there." To prove her point, she started walking North along the tracks.

"Might have to if we don't catch that train," he muttered walking behind her. He glanced around them, the tracks were starting to head into a wooded area. "Hold on," he said. "Climb a tree and jump on..."

Sherry turned around and smiled at him. His heart fluttered. God, I never knew how romantic jumping onto a fucking moving train was going to sound to her, we are both crazy.

"Maybe not a tree," Sherry said pointing but that rock ledge might work!" It was a rocky outcrop that had been carved away just big enough for a train to fit through. The tracks ran right through it.

"Hurry!" Jake started climbing, keeping her ahead of him.

Sherry climbing up as fast as she could with Jake right behind her. They made it to the top just in time to see the engine go screaming by.

"Ready?" He yelled.

"Not really." She replied back and closed her eyes for a moment. Deep breathes. She told herself. This is no worse than that motorcycle ride you took in China. And Jake was driving at the time.

"Jump!" They both leaped into a coal car. It was sheer luck that it was a coal car that happened to be passing underneath. Coughing they managed to climb towards the edge together.

"I'm going to be feeling that all night." Said Jake reaching out a hand and pulling Sherry to him. They were both covered in black dust and Sherry rubbed her face leaving a black smudge across her face. Jake grinned at her but didn't say a word as he probably looked just like her.

"No we're not," grinned Sherry. Jake suddenly knew what she meant. The healing ability they both now had. They would both be 100% fine in a few minutes. He shrugged. He hated the idea that Wesker had injected him with something. It hadn't been his choice. He still had not come to terms with it.

"What now?" Sherry settled down next to him trying to get as comfortable as one could on a bed of coals.

"Now we wait here." Jake grimaced as the wind whipped over their heads. "I'm not sure how well we'd do finding an open cart like we did the last time. But I don't want to hit a tunnel before we find it."

Sherry nodded settling down next to him. Under the edge of the car they were out of the wind and traveling much faster than they would have been otherwise.

"Here," he put out an arm and pulled her into his chest. At least one of them was going to be comfortable, he thought. Laying on a bed of coals again, was not the worst bed he had slept in before. But it was much better traveling than in the open air. Sherry snuggled into his side grateful for the embrace. They were both covered in black charcoal smudges.

"Just curious, do we actually have a plan?"

Jake coughed. "Well no...unless you count showing up all dirty and contaminating their lab. We've been kind of making this up as we go."

"Yeah I got that," Sherry smiled into his side. "Our weapons are gone. My clothes are back in that cabin...."

"Or your Ustanak fanboy is wearing them."

Sherry's eyes watered at that. "That's not funny."

"Yeah it is," Jake muttered staring up at the stars. "But that guy shot me in the back while I was protecting you. Don't ever ask me to feel sorry for that asshole."

"I won't," she put an arm around his chest. "But that they can do that to someone...just by injecting them. That quickly... That's scary."

"They can't do it to us." Jake felt more confident about it. He didn't know it for a face.

"Why not?"

"I don't know...I'm a merc, not a scientist," snapped Jake. "But the way I see it, I'm not a J'avo, and you're still gorgeously human as ever."

"Am I?" That she whispered to herself. Jake heard it, understood the fear in the question, but didn't reply. It didn't matter, if she wasn't...he was literally in the same boat with her. He had the same fears about himself.

"Try to get some rest," he said finally. "It's going to get colder, we may have to steal some coats when we get there."

She laid her head down on his chest and he wrapped an arm around her. It was a familiar position that they readily slipped into. He laid his head back against the coals and looked up into the cloudy sky that they were zipping under.
"How are we taking the fight to them?" She asked again in a whisper.

"We'll get some gear first," he said, "and then we have to find them."

"Before they find us?"

Jake turned his face down to look her in the face. "If they found us, it won't exactly be their lucky day will it?" She smiled up at him and closed her eyes. He looked down at her for a while and listened to the train move. They were always on the run. He began to think about how would they could disappear. Really disappear, not be beholden to any government that in an instant could retract it's protection and use them for whatever gains it could get out of them.

For all his bravado he still was not sure how to find Wesker. His dead father was still running things from the grave. God, he hated the guy.

He had no idea what they were going to do. Maybe he should get caught. He thought about just showing his face. Sherry was a competent fighter, but he still didn't want her in Wesker Jr.'s labs for any reason. The guy was just too unpredictable, too smart, and way too far ahead of them.

Jake feared that guy even more than the giant Ustanak that was tracking them. He was lulled into a fitful sleep with Sherry's tiny warmth comforting him.