I had so much trouble finishing this chapter simply because I forgot mostly where this was supposed to go. I am so lazy and unmotivated with my stories lately and I'm sorry I'll try to post more. ANYWAYS heres the next chapter sorry if it isnt that good.

Wesker silently followed the path of destruction caused by the helicopter crash with his gun drawn, Chris and Frost at his heels. The three of them were on the alert, eyes searching the place as they kept their guns in front of them, using the trees as cover. Wesker stopped when he thought he heard something, Chris and Frost stopping and listening eagerly. After a moment of intensity, Wesker nodded for the two to continue, deeming it safe enough to move on, for now. Wesker couldn't help but feel something was wrong, very wrong. It was too quiet. Not even the sounds of the insects and small animals could be heard, only the sound of their footsteps, and it bothered him to no end. He also noticed Barry and Jill have yet to check in with him.

Pushing a gloved finger to his com device, he silently ordered. "Report."

After a moment of static, Jill's voice came in. "So far, clear. But it's too quiet in here, it's creepy. Can me and Barry split up? It will make searching this place faster."

"No!" Wesker hissed. "It will make the both of you easy targets. We don't know how many there are, and they will most likely outnumber the both of you. There is strength in numbers. I don't care how long it takes, you two will stick together. Understood?"

"But-"

"They were able to take out most of Marini's team. You will stick together. Is that understood, Valentine?" Wesker spoke with authority. Jill sighed on her end, even though Wesker couldn't hear it. She turned to Barry to see him give her a reassuring nod.

"Yes sir." Both Barry and Jill stated.

"Good. Now, keep me posted if anything was to occur. We are nearing our destination."

"Understood, sir. Over and out."

With that, Wesker's hand returned to the hilt of his gun. Once Wesker deemed them close enough, he hid behind a tree, Frost and Chris following suit as they dodged behind their own trees, Frost across from Wesker and Chris somewhere in the back. From behind the tree, Wesker examined the damage.

There was a trail of overturned dirt that lead to the wreckage. The helicopter was reduced to nothing more than a mess of smoke and metal, mixed with broken trees and dirt. The smell was bad and Wesker wrinkled his nose in disgust. Based on the way the metal was burned and destroyed beyond recognition, Wesker could easily tell it was a rocket launcher.

There was no sign of Vickers.

As he predicted.

Wesker swallowed and exhaled sharply out of his nose, immediately regretting the action as he started coughing due to the smoke. Dammit, one down. Vickers was always the most frightened of the group, and Wesker would be lying if he said he didn't see it as his downfall. If it wasn't for Frost, Wesker was sure Vickers would have been dead a long time ago.

Wesker looked back at Chris. When Chris nodded his clear, he glanced at Frost, who nodded too. He made 'move in' motions with his hands as he came out of his hiding spot with his gun drawn, Chris and Frost following. The three looked around, making sure no one would ambush them, as they slowly made their way to the ruckage. Wesker looked around from behind the barrel of his gun. Once he deemed it safe, he lowered it and walked closer to the damage. Wesker stopped when he felt the heat of the flames hit him, making him sweat even more than before. No one said anything for a while. There was nothing left to be said. It was clear. Vickers was dead. It would be near impossible for him to survive the crash and escape the flames and ruckage.

Wesker turned to look at Frost, knowing he would be taking this the hardest. Frost was watching the flames with a dark look in his eyes, his hands balled to fists at his side. Chris joined Wesker's side, creating space and allowing Frost to mourn in peace.

Frost just stared at the flames, his heart clenching. He wanted to shout Brad's name, franticly looking for a sign, anything, that could indicate Brad somehow pulled himself out of the ruckage. But he couldn't call him, fearful they'd be spotted if he did. And it didn't look like anyone could walk away from this. Those bastards were going to pay...

Wesker watched Frost's inner turmoil. And as much as it saddened and upset him to lose a valued team member, he couldn't dwell on it, he couldn't mourn. He was the captain, and he had to keep the team together. Pressing his finger to his com device, he called it in to Jill and Barry.

"Barry, Jill, we found the chopper...well...what's left of it..."

After a minute Jill came in. "What's the status, is Brad alive?"

Wesker sighed, slowly answering. "There's no sign of life. Doesn't look like he made it."

There was silence on the other end for a while. When Jill finally answered, her voice was shaky. "Hows Frost taking it?"

Wesker spared a glance at Frost. "Like anyone else in his predicament would take it."

There was another long pause before Barry answered this time. "Captain, looks like I found something. It's Richard...he's dead."

"Looks like he managed to kill one of our enemies though." Jill continued, her voice drained of emotion. "They're wearing gas masks and are dressed in black. Heavily padded and looks like he had a few guns with him. They're heavily armed. Be careful."

"Copy that, Jill. Keep a look out for Marini and Rebecca. We're on our way."

After a moment Jill responded. "Copy that. Take care of Frost...over and out."

With that, Wesker turned his attention to Frost, who was still watching the flames. Wesker shook his head and composed himself.

"Frost, it's time to move." Wesker's voice was empty of emotion, unreadable to almost everybody. When Frost didn't move or respond, Wesker tried again. "We will end up like him if we do not move. We're open targets out here."

"Let me try, Captain." Chris said, not bothering to let Wesker respond as he took a few steps closer towards Frost.

"I'm sorry, man. I know it hurts but the captain's right. If we don't stick together we'll-"

"He was my best friend Chris! Look what they did to him!"

"I know man, but-"

"I won't rest until I have the sonofabitch that's responsible for this." Frost hissed, balling his hands into fists. Wesker decided he had enough of this.

"Frost." His voice rang out. "You cannot let your emotions interfere with your thinking. You must keep a level head."

"But Captain-!" Frost was silenced by Weskers sharp words.

"Those are my final orders Joseph, now lets go."

After a tense moment between Frost and Wesker, Frost turned and left, pushing past Wesker as Chris just watched from behind them.

"You think he'll be okay?" Chris finally asked. Wesker shook his head and started walking, Chris following close behind.

"He has to be if he wants to stay alive. He can't let vengeance blind him."

They walked for a few moments in silence. It wasn't long until Wesker felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Something was wrong...very wrong. Wesker stopped, Chris nearly bumping into him. Before Chris could complain Wesker silenced him with a hand. He peered around from his sunglasses, hand gripping his Samurai Edge tightly. Frost didn't notice the sudden stop as he continued walking, huffing in anger. Movement caught Wesker's eye not too far from Joseph somewhere in the trees.

"FROST GET DOWN!" Wesker shouted as he pointed his gun in said direction and opened fire. Frost didn't need to be told twice as he narrowly dodged bullets and ran behind a tree. Chris quickly pointed his gun and fired at the person, sparing glances to make sure no one snuck up on them. The enemy ducked behind a bush. Chris spotted more figures and shouted for them to take cover, ducking behind a tree with Wesker.

Frost felt a stabbing pain, clutching his arm only to realize it was bleeding. He knew what it meant.

"Captain! My shoulder, I'm hit!" He hissed into his com device. The blood was steadily bleeding out, making his arm slick and sticky with blood. He switched hands and held his gun tightly, worried it would slip. Wesker spared a look in Frost's direction, gritting his teeth. It would be tough to get close to him without getting shot. Sighing, he turned to his sharpshooter.

"Chris I need you to back Frost up, I'll be fine on my own for now."

"Sorry to break it to you Captain but I can't really move without getting my head blown off!"

"I'll distract them, don't die."

"I try not to." Chris said bitterly as he braced himself. Wesker rounded the tree and fired a few test shots, taking note of his opponents positions. Chris tool the chance to dive and roll next to Frost behind the tree. He readied his gun as he stood, back to the tree.

"Good to see ya in one piece." Frost joked. Chris huffed.

"Yea. Looks like you got what you wanted." Chris risked a peek around the tree, only to flinch back as bullets lodged into the tree and flew by him.

"Yep. Time to make those fuckers pay!" Frost growled. Chris snorted.

"Newsflash, how are we supposed to take them down when we can't even pinpoint their locations without risking a bullet to the skull?"

"Based on where your bullets are coming from I'd say they're right across from you, alittle to your left. I know where my target is." Wesker spoke up, rolling his eyes. "Maybe if you paid more attention you could figure it out for yourself, Chris."

"Hate to break it to you captain, but not everyone on this team is as smart as you are." Chris muttered.

"Well some just so happen to be dumber than others..." Frost mumbled, a smirk on his lips.

"Exactly! ...HEY!" Chris yelled defensively when he realized it was an insult. Frost burst into laughter.

"As much as I like to see you returning to your old self, we have a dire situation at hand." Wesker hissed. "On my mark, get ready to take them out. With proper aim it should be no trouble."

"Yes sir." The two stated, readying themselves and getting serious, Chris wearily looking at Frost's arm. When Wesker gave the signal, they rounded the tree at the same time. Frost shot the first enemy twice in the abdomen. Chris shot the other once in the head and took out the other one that Frost was dealing with in the same manor. Wesker also made quick work of his enemy with one precise shot between the eyes.

"You don't disappoint, Sharpshooter." Frost said, a smirk on his lips.

"Of course not, I'm sharpshooter for a reason. Though I'm still working on being as precise as the captain." Chris said with a smug grin. Wesker rolled his eyes from behind his glasses and suppressed a smile.

"Alright alright," He interrupted, getting back to business. He pressed the button to his com device. "Jill? Barry? Come in."

Static. Wesker grunted and tried again. "Jill. Barry, report at once."

Again, nothing. Wesker grunted. "We need to get back and find them. They aren't responding."

"You think they encountered the enemy?" Chris asked.

"Appears so. Although I'm sure they both have the skills to survive." Wesker sighed to himself. Chris nodded, looking a Frost, who nodded in return.

"Let's get going. I'm not losing any more friends today." Frost growled, turning in the direction back to the mansion and leading the way. Wesker and Chris were following close behind.