Hissing between gritted teeth and sinking down against the elevator's wall,he looked up at Redfield with distaste. How they had gotten themselves in this mess was stupid. Wesker had gotten shot,usually this wouldn't be a problem at all,but the bullet was special,wouldn't get out of his skin,let it heal. He had stumbled across Chris while running,and the elevator they had gone in was now stuck right in between floors. The wound didn't phase him much,but he couldn't use his arm now.

"Chris."