With White calmed, and Black satisfied with her recon, Ada and Alice were relieved to find the two sisters chatting away in Japanese while they ate, seated apart from everyone else on a fair sized rock situated at the very edge of the water.

Alice, however, being one for any sort of amusement she could find, quickly noticed that Black's position was just a simple shove away from a total soaking. So, with a huge grin plastered to her face, she gave Black a swift Telekinetic push, causing the Neko to let out a very vicious feline hiss before splashing into the water.

White instantly screamed when her twin drenched her in water, and everyone turned in surprise to see Black's sopping head break the surface, her expression was utterly livid.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR, ALICE?! I KNOW IT WAS YOU!"

"Oh, don't tell me you just did that..." Claire facepalmed when Alice started roaring with laughter.

"She did. I saw her eyes change to blue." Ada spoke up, already prepared to witness Black's fiery reaction to Alice's prank. "This won't be pretty, I assure you."

"A soaking wet, and very pissed off cat? Yeah, this is gonna get ugly." Claire dropped her spoon into her can of soup and quickly lead Ada a safe distance away from Black, who had managed to clamber out of the water and was now marching directly towards Alice.

"WHAT, IN YOUR TWISTED MIND, MADE YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING THROUGH YOUR HEAD TO JUST LAUNCH ME INTO THE WATER LIKE THAT, ALICE?!"

"Well, for one thing, it was funny. Second, what was going through my head was Telekinesis. Like I said, I can play dirty too, Kiddo. You never saw that coming."

"ARGH!" Black growled in frustration, reaching for her M1911a1 and pulling it out, which made Alice reach for a kukri. "Fuckin' hate guns. At least my katana doesn't malfunction when it gets wet!"

With that, Black gave her gun a thorough servicing, emptying as much water from the inside as she could, then pulling the trigger on an empty chamber, testing to see if the weapon was still working like it should.

"Put it away. You're pissed off, I get it, but Claire won't be too pleased if you shoot me." Alice spoke in a level voice, still gripping her kukri as Black rammed the magazine back into her gun and chambered a round.

"Where the fuck did you get that idea?! I'd never try to do something that stupid." Black shoved the pistol back under her arm. "If anything, I won't put out for you. I think that'll be punishment enough."

"I'd like to see you try, Kiddo. I'm not the only one that needs satisfaction like that." Alice teased. "I'll give you a week, at most."

"Alright, alright, enough fighting! Alice, Black, we're moving on. Back in the Hummer, ladies!" Claire released her grip on her M4 when Black holstered her sidearm, but marched up to them and dragged Alice to the Hummer by the wrist.

"I had my fun. But both of them need a towel or something. That was an epic splash." Alice joked as Claire shoved her inside the back seat.

Claire began to lecture Alice's immaturity as she went around to the back of the Hummer and opened the tailgate, retrieving two towels for the sisters as they approached, both of them drenched to the bone. White was still shaking, but Black was silently glaring through the curtains of hair covering her face.

"Dry off, then get in." Claire handed them the towels before slamming the tailgate closed and getting into the driver's seat.

Black immediately moved her hair away from her eyes so she could see better, and began to dry White off without a word.

"Onee-sama..." White shivered slightly. Black wasn't speaking, nor was she even looking at White while she rubbed the towel over White's body. "What is bothering you? Surely the water alone would not upset you to this degree?"

"I issued Alice an ultimatum that I didn't really think through. So..." Black spoke low at first, until bringing the towel over White's head and beginning to dry off White's hair and ears. "She has countered my choice, by challenging me to a test of endurance. She thinks I can't last a week without having sex with her."

White shuddered at Black's affectionate assistance, and was oddly amused by their competition with each other.

"Onee-sama... You are still wet..." White chastised her twin when the towel was removed from her head. "Should I..."

"I'll do it. You sit with Aunt Ada, get in." Black shook her head. If White wasn't careful, she could potentially touch Black in the wrong way, and arouse the T-Virus. She shooed her clone away, then quickly - and very roughly - dried herself off before joining them in the Hummer and sitting with White.

"All finished? Let's get out of here... I have a strange feeling about that place." Claire tried to shake the uneasy feeling rising in her gut as they left. She trusted her instincts, and right now, they were screaming at her to get the hell away from that oasis.


During the afternoon driving, Black was pursing her lips in a way that clearly showed she was physically uncomfortable. The waterlogged outfit she was wearing was rubbing her in the worst, but slightly arousing way if she even moved a fraction of an inch. Not only that, but her glistening bikini was doing next to nothing to conceal her erect nipples. She bit her lip when she felt another tingle of arousal rise between her thighs.

Alice, however, was watching her every single move like a vigilant hawk. Every twitch, squirm, and shudder. Not a single movement was missed, and Alice was just waiting for the right moment to sneak in a Telekinetic caress, a poke, even a stroke of her tail. However, at that moment, Ada and White could potentially got caught in their crossfire.

"Fuck, it's really uncomfortable to be wearing soaked clothing! Why haven't my clothes dried out yet?" Black grumbled audibly, puffing out her chest as she reached behind her back to unclasp her holster, letting it fall onto her lap without bothering to catch it.

"Good question, babe." Claire commented as she realized Black was basically stripping any non-essential clothes from her body out of agrivation.

So, Black removed her duster, holster, both of her stockings, and her boots, and let out a satisfied sigh. "Ahhh~! Much better, now I can fucking relax."

Alice disagreed with Black's last statement, but said nothing as she finally got the chance she so desired to cheat at their little game.

Black had closed her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips when she felt a shiver race up her tail and back. She didn't move, but her smile flickered on her face for the smallest moment.

Alice inwardly frowned at the reaction her Telekinesis got from Black. She thought for a moment, then her gaze locked onto Black's scars and her face actually broke into a dark smile.

Black felt an icy cold hand caressing first her lower, then her upper scar, and she squirmed slightly before opening her eyes. Ada and White were napping, and Alice was servicing her kukris by hand while her Glock 17 levitated in front of her, deftly taking itself apart before Alice's intense gaze.

Black narrowed her eyes at Alice, since she was the main culprit, but then White moved in her sleep, and her hand went across Black's stomach, making her bite her lip at the coldness.

So it was just White... Black thought to herself before settling herself back down to relax, eventually nodding off to the rhythmic sounds of Alice's whetstone.

Alice waited several minutes, continuing to sharpen her blades before she started to taunt and tease Black's sleeping form. Not even a few caresses into her attempt, Black moaned softly in her sleep and visibly bit her lip, cheeks starting to blush. Alice had forgotten that Black ALWAYS had heated dreams, so this might actually work.

With a touch more confidence, Alice Telekinetically emulated her hand tracing down Black's spine, starting from her neck all the way to the end of her tail, which caused Black to arch her back and flick her tail to attempt escaping the hold.

Alice knew she had the capabilities, but she was directly refraining from going near Black's breasts or clit, since any touch to those would instantly wake her up. Guaranteed to cause a fight... again.

So, for the rest of the drive, Alice tormented Black in her sleep, making her writhe, twist and squirm to the relentless invisible caressing, licking, and squeezes. But no matter what, Alice's minstrations never allowed her any release. They just weren't... Enough.

So, because of that, when Claire lead her faithful convoy to a small motel that was half buried by sand, she woke up with a crimson face, and her body was beyond hypersensitive. Just moving made her either bite her lip, or minutely wince.

"Alright, ladies, who wants to check us in for the night?" Claire quipped as she indicated the half buried motel.

Without hesitation, Black said. "I'll go. Didn't sleep very well, so I'll also take watch for the night."

"Alright, get to it, babe." Claire gave a nod, and out of the corner of her eye, noticed that Alice's expression in her mirror was struggling to keep a straight face. Alice might have had a hand in her poor rest...

Black grabbed her katana, tossing the scabbard back into the Hummer before closing the door. She then - very carefully - entered the motel, the only sounds were her calming breaths and her near silent footsteps.

Sensing nothing in the immediate vicinity, Black silently stalked down the unburied side of the building, finding almost every single door boarded, locked, or barricaded from the inside. Only one was able to be opened, and she sensed nothing inside. But, knowing that she should check anyway, she slowly turned the knob and poked her head inside.

Hanging by a noose from the ceiling was clearly another suicide she'd stumbled upon. Unlike the last time, though, it was a woman.

A look around the room revealed that she'd been clearly staying in the room for at least a few days. There were several dozen food cans piled on a dresser, a box that had been crudely labelled 'Ammo' sat beside the bed, and across the mattress were four guns and - surprisingly - a sheathed katana.

Black snatched the katana from the bed without a second of hesitation, lashing it to her belt as she examined one of the guns to see if it was worth taking back to Claire.

As her eyes scanned the side of the weapon, she came across a model number she'd never heard of before.

"PLR-16... huh? Interesting." She muttered to herself as she grabbed the PLR-16 and removed the short magazine, finding the gun topped off, including a round in the chamber. "At least she expected to be found..." She commented on the preparation the woman went through for her suicide.

The other three weapons, consisting of a pump action shotgun, an M9 pistol, and a lever action rifle, were likewise prepared in the same way, fully loaded, rounds chambered.

As Black gathered the PLR-16 and her new katana, her ears suddenly shot up as she detected the sound of footsteps - faint ones, but she definitely heard them - approaching the motel room she was in. Without thinking, she raised her katana and stood in a defensive stance as her hypersensitive feline hearing detected the sound of a gasmask filtered set of breaths in the hallway.

From in the hall, the footsteps stopped, and something about their position on the other side of the nearly closed door made Black tense even further.

Suddenly a faint beep reached her ears and something was rolled inside the room. It clunked against the wall before it rolled to a halt at her feet, and she instinctively took a small step back.

"Motion sensor. I know you're in there." The mask filtered voice spoke from the other side of the door. "Drop your weapon, or I'll use lethal force."

Why didn't she detect this fucker?! She didn't even sense their heartbeat! What was going on here?! Black scowled as she switched between staring at the motion sensor at her feet and towards the door, where the person was apparently standing.

Then an idea struck her, maybe this person only understood English?

"Who's there? Identify yourself!" Black spoke in Japanese, hoping to throw them off with the language barrier.

"Lupo; It's Vector. I think I've found one of the cats. Requesting use of force." The voice spoke, clearly into a radio. "Language changed... Japanese, most likely."

Black knew she was trapped. With this Vector guarding the door, and the motion tracker at her feet, she could only stand stone still as Vector tried - clearly trying his absolute best - to repeat what he'd heard Black call through the door.

"Four-Eyes... Confirm?" Vector spoke into his radio again after a short pause. "Understood. Relaying."

Black's eyebrows shot up, but a smile stretched on her face. Was this Vector person going to try speaking to her in Japanese? This should be good...

"Wat... t-tashiwa... Vector. Kon... Konichiwa, Shooter-san." Vector's broken Japanese was proof that the Four-Eyes person was translating.

Black grinned. The problem with Four-Eyes translating for Vector over their radio meant the conversation would be slow. If she could confuse him, or even just buy some time, then Claire would worry and likely send in Ada or Alice to assist. Now that she had a plan, she just had to keep talking to Vector...

"Shooter-san? Who are you speaking to, Vector-kun?" Black grinned wider as he repeated her response. "My name is not Shooter. I am called Mato... Mato Kuroi." She added right away, overloading him with more Japanese to translate.

Four-Eyes must have managed to keep up, because Vector started responding quicker than she'd thought he would.

"Well, Kuroi-san, do you have any information about a mobile convoy in this area? We're looking for a girl named Black Rock Shooter, her twin, and a blonde woman named Alice. Do you have any information or have seen such persons recently?" Vector managed to stumble his way through the explanation - with severe difficulty - and seemed to shuffle his feet on the floor.

"No. I have never heard of such a convoy, nor such people. I travel alone." Black replied, a bit quicker paced than previously, hoping that the door and Vector's radio would make him have more trouble than he was already experiencing. "I cannot speak any languages beyond Japanese, so even if I met them, they wouldn't understand me."

Vector relayed the message, and while Four-Eyes formulated his reply, Black sensed several zombies coming from the buried side of the motel. They seemed neutral at the moment, unaware of Vector's presence - or maybe they were being drawn in by his voice - but they were coming, and he might be taken by surprise...

A glance at his toy at her feet gave her an additional idea. If he wasn't watching the sensor and solely trying to talk to her, then what was stopping her from letting Hell loose and shooting the ball with the PLR-16 held in her hand?

"Mato-san, how did you arrive at this location? My team has secured this building, there are no tracks in the sand outside, and only you were detected inside." Vector spoke up, and Black noticed he was grasping some of the words more easily as he spoke the language.

"I've been here for several days. My footprints would have been covered during the windstorms last night." Black replied as she very slowly aimed the PLR-16 at Vector's motion sensor. She had only one chance; shoot the sensor, and run out the door.

As Vector relayed the - hopefully - final response, Black finally had the motion sensor lined up with the PLR-16, and was holding the gun steady as she tensed to run.

"Spectre, were the winds high enough to cover any possible tracks last night?" Vector spoke to another teammate, making the total four, so far. "But...! Understood, Lupo."

"Mato-san, kick the motion sensor towards the door, I'll leave you in peace." Vector pushed the door open slightly, and Black caught a glimpse of a red and white octagon on his shoulder as she obeyed his request, knocking the ball-like device towards the door. He took it, and simply added. "Sayonara, Mato-san."

His footsteps faded away, leaving Black to finally relax. So Umbrella sent this team after herself, White and Alice... This wasn't good news...