Sherry was watching from another roof, she could care less about the blond she couldn't remember, even if her mind was screaming at her she should help the woman, instead she was watching the devil she was now in debt to. Though for a while longer she wouldn't have to worry too much about her shots. She still had one extra, hidden away just in case. Something made a sound behind her.
Did she forget to close the door? No, this wasn't one of the animals, the sound was more human, one of the poor bastards. Sherry took the brief moment to make a clean head shot then turned again to where Wesker was. That's when she heard the crying.
Sherry growled, She'd deal with him later, maybe this time she'd be able to shoot him, or at least get him to tell her why the red head and the male voice over the radio had known her.
God help them if they were part of the reason I can't remember anything past eight months ago clearly. She scowled to herself turning to go back in, if she hurried she might be able to catch the blond. And find the voice. Wesker might not give a damn, but like hell she was going to be a monster like him and her own father. If that meant breaking his toys, so be it. She hated competition anyway.