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Phone Booth at a truck stop
The Communist stood in a phone booth. He dialed in a number that would get him Jill Valentine. He wasn't under Wesker's jurisdiction as far as he could tell. He was disposable. Just like everyone else. He checked the slip of paper and couldn't believe he had actually done research on all of the S.T.A.R.S. members. It wasn't like him. He was able to find all the basic info. Namely phone numbers and adresses.

BSAA Outpost: Outisde/Medic Room
Claire unboards the craft, taking Dave's hand to get down. "Thanks Dave!" she stands looking at Dave, Chris had told her about him, that he was one of the guys on his side in Africa. She was about to talk to him when a medic runs up to them, "I'm going to need to look at Claire." Claire nods realizing that her leg was aching as well as her muscles that probably needed attending to. "I'll talk to ya soon Claire" Dave says as he walks away. "Ya let's talk again soon, thanks for rescuing us!" She waves bye. She follows the medic to the wing. "Go ahead and take a seat on the table, Claire" a medic with a name badge reading Peter. Claire sits and Peter starts to examine her wounds. She grimaces as he cleans her leg up, he notices and gives her a sympathetic smile. "Well it looks like you got here just in time, your leg is pretty bad, I suggest that you take it easy and that you walk with crutches to relieve your leg of pressure. I'll be back, I'm gonna track some of them down for you" He smiles again and exits the room. "Great, now I'm stuck here with crutches," Claire sighs "I need to track down Wesker and his mindless thugs." She is scheming to herself when Peter returns with a pair of crutches. "Here ya go Claire take it easy, ok?" she smiles and takes the crutches adjusting them under her armpits then exits the room.

BSAA Outpost: Visual Data RM
Claire walks down a hallway, inspecting the outpost when she bumps into Dave. "Oh hey!" she smiles. "Oh hay claire told ya I'd talk to to you soon. So what was the good doctors diagnosis?"Dave asks. "Well I'm pretty good, just need to take it easy." She spots a visual data room on the right. "Uh, I think I'm just going to check out some junk on the computer. If you want to come you can," she offers. She turns and grasps the door knob as she enters a man walks towards her putting his hand out in a stopping motion. "Ah, Miss this is restricted area." She takes her landyard off and shows him her temporary badge reading she was S.T.A.R.S. "Oh, sorry Miss Redfield, it is my job to check." "I understand,"Claire smiles and walks toward a nearby computer. Setting her crutches against the table she sits and pulls up the data records. She types in Albert Wesker hoping for information S.T.A.R.S didn't already have. "Damn, nothing new!" she says quietly in frusteration. She then types in 'The Communist'. Although there was not much on him, she did find a couple of addresses of spots he had been spotted at in Russia. She jots them down on a pad of paper, then stuffs it into her pocket. Then she types in William Birkin, an old friend she remembered well. BSAA reported that their sources say that he had been affected by a virus he created. However, they had no new information on him. "Hmm...so Birkin is MIA, Communist travels frequently, Wesker also MIA. There has got to be some kind of connection. Wesker would not just disapear off the face of the earth, he thrived on face time, and I need to figure out where and what is his next move." she leans back in the chair, rubbing her temples, trying to figure out her plan of action.

BSAA Outpost: Visual Data RM
Claire hears the door shut and turns to see Dave. "You wanna see something cool?" he pulls up a chair beside her, hooks up his PDA and types something in on the computer. She looks bewildered, wondering what it was Dave wanted to show her. She wheels her chair closer to his to see the screen. The monitor was soon cluttered with information about the uroboros project. "I know what some of it is I was hoping you would know more and theres a few restricted files I can't hack into are you able to get into these 5." he points out some file icons. He then turns and looks at her. "You understand why i'm showing them to you right?...Help me Claire." Claire can see the desperation in his eyes. "Oh Dave, I know how you must feel. I don't know if I could forgive and trust BSAA either. I sure can try to hack into these for you, can you link it to my PDA?" Claire pulls her PDA from her pocket. "Wherever did you get this information anyway?"

BSAA Outpost: Visual Data RM

"Thanks a million Claire. What did the BSAA do to you?" Dave uplinks all the files to her PDA as the data streams onto it. Dave looks down at the thought of what he had to do to get the info. "Well regarding the data I had to do things im not proud of." a tear biulds up in his eye. "I can still see the kids face...."

Outskirts "Russia"
The Phone begins ringing. Right away Leon knows it's Claire from her soft voice. "Hey Leon, how dare you just leave! Where are you and are you alright?" Oh hey Stephanie it's me Randy sorry i know i have Leon's phone he lent it to me well i'm touring around Russia, ya i got ur map of the town thanks well i'll be home soon take care, tell Vince i say hello bye. Just as leon hangs up the phone men in dark tactical clothing surround him, knocking him to his knee's. They begin to tie him up and put a black bag like mask on him. Knocking him out in the process.

BSAA Outpost: Visual Data RM
"Oh hey Stephanie it's me Randy sorry i know i have Leon's phone he lent it to me well i'm touring around Russia, ya i got ur map of the town thanks well i'll be home soon take care, tell Vince i say hello bye," Leon replies and then she hears a scuffle before the phone disconnects. "What the ********>?" Claire thinks to herself. Figuring it must be some kind of code, Claire puts it aside on the back burner of her mind. She looks at Dave. "Damn that sucks. he says. "I shot a mother and father right in front of their son and then I had to blow up the building with the kid still in it." She sees that he is crying now, but trying to whipe his eyes. She grips his hand. "What does Leon need?" She knows he is changing the subject, but respects his privacy and goes along with it. "Well it was a weird call, he was talking in some kind of code, then I heard a scuffle and some people talking in Russian. So who knows with Leon. I just hope he is ok."

BSAA Outpost: Visual Data RM
"In here the security breach came from in here. THIS IS THE BSAA OPEN UP OR WE WILL USE DEADLY FORCE." "Damn, Claire those files I have were to secret BSAA material. We can be killed for having it. Claire out the window there and down the fire escape I have a car there we need to get out. ill be right behind you. Go.... GO!" It was so sudden Claire could not believe it. One minute she was talking to Dave and the next BSAA was turning on them. "Dave, wait! What the hell is happening?" Her head was spinning with questions. "Why was BSAA against them for having the info? Why was Dave not going to give it up?" She knew she had a big decision. She could do what Dave wanted to and be wanted by the BSAA or she could betray Dave and give the info to them. She then remembered the brave and courageous things she heard about Dave Johnson. "Right! O.k Dave, but please hurry behind me!" she shouted as she climbed out the window. Quietly but with a quickened pace she climbed down the fire escape and ran towards the SUV, climbing into the passenger seat awaiting for Dave to accompany her.