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He didn't want to leave Claire alone, again, but he had to. Things needed to be done, Sherry and Molly needed to be taken care of, he had to go to work. At the least, he was confident that he convinced her to Not Do Something Stupid, at least for the immediate future. But what now, though?

He almost didn't want to see her again. Every time he thought about the current situation, there was this constant pit of dread in his stomach. When his father died, his mother and his sisters began to push him out of their lives. He never could understand why they did that, or what it was that he did that drove them to that. It never made any sense to him. Now, with Claire, it was like the same thing was happening all over again. She was convinced that she lost Chris, and now, for whatever reason, she was pulling away from him. Sure, she never said it, but he could feel her slipping away. Little by little he was losing her, and he knew he'd break if he lost her.

If it were damn near anyone else in any kind of situation, he was virtually unbreakable. When it came to her, though, he had no defense against her. She could always see right through him. There was no hiding from her, and no lying to her. She was the only person alive who could destroy him heart and soul, hurt him in ways no one else could even come close to... and up until now, he was ok with that.

He trusted her, completely, without question. He didn't care that she could break him, he knew she wouldn't.

Now? There was a question, and that terrified him in ways that no B.O.W. ever could. He'd rather go through a thousand Raccoon Cities than to lose her. He was scared of her, but even more importantly, he was scared for her. If she was willing to leave him, then what would she do next? He didn't want to know.

Worst of all, he had no idea how to stop her. No clue what to do, what to say... he was lost. He knew he couldn't avoid her, though. She may not be going anywhere right now, but if he gave her a long enough window, she'd leave.

So, he went to go look for her. He had to face this head on. If he was going to lose her, if this really was going to be the end, he wasn't going let it happen without a fight.

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"My forcefield belt, the one with the strength thingy," Claire said, shrugging into her shoulder holsters. She was carrying her two Brownings, Hips's laser pistol, and the bizarre voltage gun she'd gotten from Ether.

Then she picked up one of the shotguns and racked the slide. "Yes."

"That's somewhere in Becky's place, along with the rest of the gear I took off you." By the time he was done, he had his 9mm, his .45, and his knife, all three of which had been in holsters in the small of his back. He also grabbed one of-- ......she's saying 'yes' because because she likes that shotgun... right?

...

He didn't have time to worry either way and took the other shot gun, and slung an M-16 over his shoulder.

No rockets, though.

"Tell me you have a rocket launcher or five stashed somewhere in the building."

"Sorry, I don't live here."

She paused for a second.

"You wouldn't believe what's stashed in that little cabin I bought, though. There was a Barrett light fifty in Umbrella's Dallas facility..."

"Best not tell Kevin, he'd kill to get his hands on a rifle like that." Leon made his way towards the door.

"How long would it take you to get some heavy artillery from the cabin, or from Eiko's armory?"

Judging from the noise outside, they'll need some serious firepower.

"Give me a PINpoint and a minute," Claire said, following him. "I had the rifle on standby in case I needed it."

She was planning to use it to ventilate Krauser, actually.

He held his out for her to take. "Use mine. I'll go hold the tyrant off."

Claire took it. "Be right back."

A moment's hesitation. "Love you."

Then she's gone.

He smiled a bit, then headed downstairs. He had Tyrant stomping to do.

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