"You're ugly but I'm starving
He cuts you down from the tree
He keeps you in a box by the bed
Alive, but just barely"
-Jennifer's Body (Hole)

"Subject suffering multiple fractures, severe head trauma, severing of two major arteries, punctured or ruptured organs- lung and kidney. Subject remains stable after being put into stasis. Major surgery will be conducted when proper facilities are reached. Doctor Albert Wesker, 3:00 hours August 29th 2006."

September 30th 1998

"Ó meu bom Jesus perdoai e livrai-nos do fogo do inferno, levai as almas todas para o céu e socorrei as que mais precisarem de vossa infinita misericordia."
Carlos knelt at the altar, the only illumination in the church was the flickering of prayer candles he had strewn about. The man had lived the last 30 hours off of communion wafers and wine. He saved the remnants of his canteen for the woman he'd placed on the altar.
Jill was still now. He sighed in relief and wiped the condensation that had gathered on his brow, His eyes traced the woman's frame, she was beautiful but looked toxic at the moment. His eyes found themselves fixed on the bonds he had nailed to the wooden altar.
"Jesus. I feel like some kinda sick fetishist." Carlos laughed bitterly.

Just as he admitted his embarrassment at the situation, Jill's convulsions started up again. The bound woman keened and took to gnawing at the restraints with fervour. Carlos sighed and stood. He felt helpless as he watched her mouth froth and glassy, dead eyes loll about in her skull.

22:34 hours August 28th 2006

"Fuck! She tried to bite me!" Ada jumped back clutching her hand.

"Put something in her mouth then while I tie her down." Wesker commanded.

Ada gave the snapping woman on the table a reproachful look before rifling through the various cupboards and drawers that lined the sides of the jet.

"I was thinking you could just use a shoe or your jacket or something." Wesker suggested quietly as he kept Jill in a headlock.

"Are you kidding?! I thought you'd at least understand that these shoes are Gucci and this jacket is Kenneth Cole. I am not letting your ex-employee-turn-enemy gnaw on my designer clothing." Ada scoffed.

Wesker rolled his cat irises behind his shades as he watched the slender mercenary tut irritably as she searched.

"Aha! Success." Ada held up her find.

A jar of pickles.

"She could choke, Ada."

"You did a pretty good job of that already. Another strike against Miss Valentine's mortality is the least of our worries. Our current worry is..." she grunted as she unscrewed the cap, "these pickles are probably stale."

Jill stopped trying to eat her captors and stared almost warily at them.

"Is she conscious or something? She looks like she can hear us." Ada asked.

"Medically speaking, she's a cadaver. Her pulse stopped about 45 minutes ago. Which is why you need to help me subdue her and get the bloody glass out before decomp sets in. Then, we can get her pulse going again." Wesker replied, taking the pickle from Ada's slippery hand and jamming it in Jill's mouth.

"Just pretend it's Redfield's." He muttered.

Zombie Jill seemed to be glaring at them.

"Can we put a bag over her head or something? She's really creeping me out."

"Alas. I need to see the flush return to her face." Wesker said as he strapped Jill into place on the gurney.

Performing surgery on a military-class jet is no small feat. Especially when the patient cannot be subdued, the surgeon has been the equivalent of retired for the past twenty years, and said jet is currently experiencing turbulence.
"Do we have anymore alcohol?" Wesker asked from his back alley surgery station.
"I thought you were removing glass, not embalming her." Ada snarked back.
Wesker snarled at her, "Now. Wong. I tire of your constant insubordination."
Ada knew when to play and when to 'shut the hell up because your boss is a superhuman bio-weapon'. She removed her jacket and rolled up her sleeves.
"Here." She handed him the bottle.
She watched Wesker cut away at damaged flesh and glass. Jill's clothing had been cut off prior to starting surgery by Ada. Wesker liked to give his victims as much respect as he felt necessary.
Ada 'tsked', "Not fair. Even after falling ten storeys she has better tits-ballistics rather- than me." She shook her head and chuckled at herself.
Wesker didn't look up from his work but she saw his lip twitch in either irritation or amusement.
"Can we keep the commentary to a minimum please?" He asked.
Wordlessly she passed him a pair of tongs to grab the largest piece of glass. Wesker latched the tool onto it and pulled with no avail. He sighed and put a little more strength into it, only to have the glass break and the pieces land on Jill; whom in turn gave a mournful groan.

"Okay. Done. We need a container." Wesker said whilst wiping his blood-soaked hands.
"Like one of those T-Virus tubes? I'm pretty sure you made Nicholai dispose of the last ones on the jet the last time we used it."
Wesker's shoulders sagged a little in what appeared to be exhaustion.
"What do we have then?" He asked.
"I'll check." The mercenary replied and exited the room.
"Anything that can fit a human body!" He shouted after she had left.
"'the hell're you two doing back there?" Came the muffled voice of HUNK from the cockpit.
"The usual. Playing god and using the T-Virus to bastardize his creations." Wesker answered in his usual brutally honest manner.
"Uhh... okay. We'll be arriving at destination in about fourty-five." The transmission ended.

"We have... a Tupperware tub." Ada announced lamely.
"Any contents?" Wesker asked as he cleaned his sunglasses.
"Sherry."
"Sherry's here?" He furrowed his brow.
"Yes, your Goddaughter just ninja'd herself onto our stealth plane because she felt like hiding instead of just asking to come along." Ada brandished and shook the bottle of liquor in front of his face.
Never tease a predator.
Ninja isn't a verb.
His leather-clad hand reached out and snatched at Ada's arm with his hand. His face draws closer to hers in a snarl.
"Miss Wong. I have had a very long day. As you may or may not know, falling from a fourth storey window off a cliff is not a fun experience. However, if you continue with your childish behaviour, you shall try it sooner than you expected to."
The mercenary avoided his gaze and instead brought her attention to the sewn-up Jill Valentine. Ada looked around, "How do we plan to resuscitate her?"
Wesker held up a pair of paddles.
"Where did?!" She titled her head.
"You should be grateful of these lucky paddles. Stopped you from flat lining in '01."
"Aren't they a little... old?"
"Get me the adrenaline from that cupboard please." He ignored her question.
She followed the orders like a good dog.
Jar of adrenaline. 21 gauge syringe. 1 milligram needed. Inter-venous, applied every 3-5 minutes while performing CPR.
"You see, the T-Virus' effect manages to keep brain activity firing. Otherwise, this wouldn't work this long post-mortem." Wesker narrated as he warmed the paddles.
"I need you to ready the Tupperware box." He added.
"Are we still planning on pickling her?" His hesitant assistant asked.
"When we get to the lab, yes. For now we'll just stuff her in."
Ada winced and brought the bin. The woman then began searching the room for something a little more 'comfortable' for the naked, dead woman to slip into.

23:14 hours

Jill gasped and sputtered on the remnants of the pickle as her heart restarted. Her beach glass eyes whirled madly around at her surroundings.
Blonde. Sunglasses. Oh god no. Dead. Should be dead. Window. Chris!
"Motherfucker." She choked and heard a feminine chuckle from her left.
Jill's vision went blurry and she lost consciousness, but not before hearing, "You could start a business in Tijuana if you keep this up."

Wesker picked up Jill bridal style. He made effort to wrestle her into the emergency blanket Ada had found tucked under a seat before placing her into the Tupperware bin. The pair stood in silence for a moment, neither quite believing the past hour had happened.
"I'm going to check on our time." Wesker finally said, then added, "Stay here and keep an eye on our patient. Monitor her breathing."
Ada shuffled the Jill-box over to one of the bench seats so she herself could collapse. The woman rubbed her eyes and laughed weakly.
"I need a fucking vacation." Ada's eyes moved to Jill, "Just a little less than you do anyway."
Jill gave a mournful groan.

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There it is, the longest chapter I've written of a fanfic. Hopefully I'll actually finish this one. Creative crit and Reviews are always appreciated.