Resident Evil: Catalyst

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"Come on", Jacks said as he held Scott up. Jacks had Scott's arm over his shoulder as he assisted with helping Scott move through the hallways. Although his pace seemed to be too quick for the still-recovering agent, Scott was stumbling along beside Jacks. He was still slightly confused and weak. Scott was relying heavily on his robotic leg as he walked, which managed to keep him somewhat upright but was slowing them down.

Before they left, Jacks and Chris had managed to find some first aid medicine, the same medicine that had saved him from bleeding to death back in London.

Guessing a rough timeline of when the medicine started to make Jacks feel better, it would not take long before it started affecting Scott. Not giving Jacks a lot of time to work with.

At one point as they moved down the corridor, Scott tripped over his feet, causing him to fall down and almost bring Jacks down on top of him. Jacks managed to prevent him from falling to the floor. "Shit come on", Jacks said through gritted teeth as he heaved Scott back onto his feet so they could continue. Scott's hand gripped on to his shirt as he forced himself to stand up. "Fucking leg", Scott hissed out.

"Come on", Jacks prompted.

"If there's ever a next time, it's you who's doing get help, then you can see how it feels being dragged along", Scott complained.

"I'd rather get thrown out a window again", Jacks replied.

Turing a corner he spotted what he was looking for. A group of guards walking down the corridor. Raising his hand Jacks flagged them down. "Hey!", he shouted at them. Instantly they became hostile at seeing him. "Whoa, I'm on your side!", Jacks quickly stated as he held his right hand up, stopping just short of the guards.

"I work for Ivan...", just saying those words made Jacks taste bile in his mouth at the thought of both working with Ivan, as well as remembering the picture he had been given by him. "... We were attacked. Leon freed Chris and they attacked us, we barely made it out", Jacks explained. "Sam wants him alive; he's wounded we need to get him help".

As if on cue, Scott began to fall to the ground slightly, whether intentionally or through actual blood loss, Jacks wasn't sure. He managed to hold Scott up, so he didn't sink to the floor. The guards soon lowered their weapons and raced over to assist them. One of them began to talk into a radio, informing someone about the apparent attack that had just happened. A guard came over and took Scott's other arm to help support him. The guard on the radio finished the call with a nod, before putting the radio down and addressing them, "this way".

When the guard turned and began to lead the way down the hallway. The guards led them straight to Sam Fox. He was standing in a second office; it was a similar design to the office were Jacks had killed, Ivan. The only difference was that this one was much bigger, with no furniture at all and seemed to be more of an observation room than an office. On one side of the room was a similar window to the office, only this time. What Jacks could see on the other side scared him to the bone.

Lines of rockets as far as the eye could see, awaiting their orders on the other side of the glass. 'That's how he's going to destroy the world', Jacks thought as his mouth ran dry. 'And I've just given him the final thing he needs'.

Sam was standing looking out of the window as if admiring what he had created, or what he planned to do. He didn't even turn to look at them as the guards escorted Jacks and Scott inside. Tris was in the room as well, watching silently from the corner of the room. Jacks helped to move Scott over to the side of the room so he could lean against the wall. Out of the corner of his eye Jacks watched the guard who had radioed in, talking to Sam. Jacks couldn't hear what they were talking about until Sam threw a glance behind him, "leave us", he ordered. The guards who had escorted them there turned and left without a word. "All of you", Sam then snapped at the other guards there.