“Son of a bitch!” Wesker shouted. He cautiously felt the back of his head and examined his fingers for blood as he stumbled around the room. “What is wrong with you?!?”

Surprisingly, he threw my bat back to me, and I caught it midair.

“Can’t you see that I’m trying to help here?” he hissed as he crossed to me and got in my face. “Or didn’t they teach you that anyone attacking your enemy is anally?”

I looked at Faisal spread out on the floor. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. I picked up the manifest from where it lay next to him.

“You knocked him out cold!” I said.

Wesker glowered at me. He moved to Faisal, squatted down, and examined him. “Could you stop stating the obvious and do something useful? It’s only a matter of time until he comes around. And we’ll need to be out of here when he does. Check your woman there, would you? I need to secure our prisoner.”

I had forgotten Jane in the heat of the moment, but I did as Wesker instructed and checked on her. She was unresponsive as I scooped her up, and I stopped for a second as something dawned on me. I turned back to Wesker.

“Wait a minute,” I said. “Prisoner?We’re taking Faisal with us?”

Wesker sighed. “You don’t miss a word, do you? Yes. Look, I honestly don’t knowwhat we should do with him, but I know I don’t want to just leave him here. We’re not sure if he saw me hitting him with the bat from behind or not, so we take him in until we find out what he recalls. We’ve got nothing we can technically detain him for, but at least if we take him in to the D.E.A. like we are arresting him, maybe we can find out if my cover’s been blown. Now wake her up.”

“Did you see what he did?” I shouted. “He punched her!”

Wesker jumped up from where he knelt and crossed to us. “You act as if that matters, Simon.”

“Are you telling me that hitting a woman doesn’t matter?”

He squatted down next to Jane and produced a tube from his own pocket. He removed the stopper and waved it under Jane’s nose. She began to groan and sputter as she turned her head away from it.

Wesker gave me a look of contempt as he stood. “I’m telling you to see the bigger picture here, newbie. Ideas like ‘a man shouldn’t hit a woman’ don’t ultimately matter in the fight between good and evil. You hold on to these archaic notions and these cultists will kill you while you’re still processing which chivalrous deed to act on first. I’m as sorry she got punched as I would be foranyone being punched, equal rights amendment aside, but you want to know what I’m most sorry about? That this woman here is actually relying on you to save her.”

I looked at him, and all I wanted was to smash his face in. “Why are you helping me if you hate me so much?”

“It’s not about you, newbie. Again,think of the big picture! You think I’m going to let my personal dislike of a snot-nosed upstart like you distract me from my purpose here? Think again.”

I pushed him away from Jane as her eyes fluttered open and I helped her to her feet. “You okay there, Janey?”

“Owie,” Jane said. She was trying to play off the pain. She winced as I stood her upright. “You sure we’re not dead yet? It sure feels like I’m dead.”

“I’m afraid that’s just wishful thinking on your part,” I said.

She smiled, but it faded as she caught sight of Faisal Bane lying on the floor. “My God, did you do that?”

Before I could answer, Wesker snorted. “Him? Please! He couldn’t fight his way out of a fifth grade choir practice!”

“Who’s he?” Jane asked, eyeing Wesker suspiciously.

“Wait,” I said. “You both worked for the Sectarians and you don’t know each other?” Of course, their paths had crossed the night Wesker cut Jane’s line-but with a rare show of discretion, I decided not to bring that up right now. We had some pressing things to accomplish right now.

“It’s a big organization,” Jane said. “There’s a lot of skulking that goes on. There was even an official Lunch and Learn: Skulking 101, but no, I haven’t had the displeasure of meeting him.”

“Oh, believe me,” Wesker said snidely. “The displeasure is all mine.”

“Well, you’re awfully unpleasant,” Jane said with a look.

“Yes,” he said. “I know. It’s part of my mystique. Look, I’d love to stand around and chat all night with you and Prince Harming here, but I do believe we have more pressing matters to attend to.”

“Such as getting out of here alive?” Jane asked. She must have been feeling better because she seemed to be back to her feisty self. Wesker ran to the door, peered out, and then shut it. He turned to Jane.

“Faisal’s been talking about you,” Wesker said. “Do you know that the Sectarians set that corporate headhunter-Jason Charles-after you? We don’t want to make it easy for him to find you now, do we? I don’t think it helps that we’re hanging around in your old office. We need to get out of here.”

My guilt rose up at the mention of Jason Charles, and thoughts of vengeance over Tamara filled my head.

“I already know he’s looking for me. I’ve been evading him for days,” Jane said proudly. Score one for Team Petty Victory!

It didn’t last long, though. Wesker snapped out of whatever state he was in and looked the two of us up and down. “Why the hell are you wearing matching outfits?”

“It’s how we got in,” I explained. “Delivery people.”

“Classic,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“Hey! It worked, didn’t it?” I fired back.

“Ahem…guys?” Jane said. She ran back to her desk and began to pack the last of her things. “I really hate to get in between the two of you verbally assaulting each other. It’s very macho and all-thanks for the effort-but we really need to come up with a plan and quick. I don’t see how we’re going to get Faisal out of here.”

Jane was right. We were falling apart here. Connor would have been disappointed. Lock picking our way into Irene’s apartment was one thing, but I knew he wouldn’t have approved of us breaking into the Sectarians’ office. And the petty way I was losing focus of our objectives by letting my emotions over Tamara and my dislike of Wesker rule the situation went against everything Connor had trained me for.

“Look,” I said. “I’m sorry. For everything. Thank you for saving us.”

“Finally!” he said with exasperation. “A little gratitude!”

“You know,” I said, “you’re really not making this easy.”

He shrugged and said, “Why don’t I make things real easy for all of us then? I think I know how we’re going to get our large European friend out of here without drawing too much attention on ourselves.”

Thaddeus Wesker smiled with the perverse pleasure of one who relished the role of leadership. “You two dress-up playmates should be tickled pink about it. I’m promoting you.”

I had a sneaking suspicion that I wouldn’t like what he was about to suggest.

“Welcome to the world of professional carpet cleaning,” Wesker said.