Hullo/WAH and welcome to the long awaited Chapter 7 of Living Like A Disaster. We promise, true to our manifesto as wrtiers, a plethora of maturity, philosophical revelations and cool shit with guns and violence. Fuck yeah!
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Shak and Claudia
Dr Albert Wesker
As always, Wesker's subordinates required his presence, as would his dearest new protege, Jonathan. It was his operation after all. Still, when presented with the opportunity to call on his current quarry, such tedium could be procrastinated from awhile. It had amused him greatly initially to watch the STARS Captain and her second in command as they patrolled, utterly unaware of his presence despite their extensive military training. The only clue they had seized on was his low growl in the corridor, otherwise completely oblivious to the hulking voyeur in the shadows. It had been a deliberate bait, designed to draw her out, to watch her reaction times. While he was more than aware that over the years her physical attributes had not declined, it was still extremely tantalising to test out old ground.
It had come as a mild surprise that they had stumbled across Dr Graham so quickly and in such a fortuitous manner, but the real element of the unexpected was in the sheer magnitude by which things thereafter degenerated.
I knew you were incompetent, little one, but congratulations. Your level of ineptitude has surpassed even my expectations.
It was with an idle interest that he eavesdropped on the discourse that took place between the two police officers and his operative. The infantile exchanges between the two females were so completely devoid of intelligence that had he been capable of feeling pain, it would have given him a headache. The only noteworthy point of interest was that Shakahnna had developed some form of attachment to the male with her, the results of which were very predictable, he thought to himself with a smug smirk. This broke into a wry smile upon his countenance when Shakahnna proceeded to make demands upon Claudia and then turn her upside down by her ankle.
So playful...
It would have vexed him, should events have required him to intervene so early in the day, even if indirectly. There would be time enough for that, he reflected, eyeing Pierce cooly from his vantage point.
How unfortunate to be in Miss Taylor's affections. I wonder, boy, would you die for her. He bared his teeth slightly, A pity you will never be given the option.
Thirty Minutes Later
"Come on, Shak, I think she gets the point," Pierce was saying in a soothing tone, "Now give me the keys, yeah?"
"Won't," the captain replied childishly, folding her arms across her chest, before sighing and rolling her eyes, "Oh, fine then. Only because we're busy, not because I don't think she should be..."
"Let me GO!" Claudia screamed, the past half hour in cuffs having done nothing to calm her fury as she persisted with her struggling.
"Well then," Shakahnna thrust her face into the livid scientist's, drawing out each word slowly, "Stop screaming..." her voice became normal paced again, "It's annoying!"
"Well you threatened to kill me, dangled me upside down and put me in handcuffs!" shrieked the still-hysterical Claudia, "AND...you called me Ice Maiden! I HATE people calling me that!"
"You're not understand the 'You be Quiet' part of this stipulation, are you?"
"I'll be quiet when you LET ME BLOODY GO!"
"Okay, let me explain something to you slowly, so you can understand. I have the keys, Thus, what I say goes," Shakahnna smirked, "It's not just the violence I like, it's the authority."
Yeah, we'll see how tough you are when my boss sorts you out.
Claudia bit her lip sulkily, glaring daggers at the officer's shoes, "Fine," she mumbled furiously, "Now let me go."
"Okies," Shakahnna's mood switched in an instant as she reached round and deftly removed the handcuffs.
The scientist stood there, rubbing her wrists and scowling murderously, before sniffing. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to be going to the labs."
"Oh, you're not going anywhere," Pierce told her, watching with a degree of concern at the fact that every time the OCRC scientist opened her mouth, his captain's hand twtiched over the gun at her hip. Shakahnna nodded in agreement.
"I have to protect you, else I'll fail a mission, And that would be terrible."
At this, Claudia snorted in spite of herself, "Well you've done a bloody good job so far," she spat.
"Thank you," the redhead completely missed the stinging sarcasm, "I thought we'd got off to a rough start, but you're not so bad." She patted Claudia's head, who looked as though she was seriously contemplating homicide.
Clenching her fists with trembling hands, the highly-strung OCRC captain's last vestiges of temper snapped and she threw a punch at the irritating face of the woman who had cost her career. Shakahnna's response was merely to bat the younger woman's hand out of the way with minimal effort.
"So you wanna sort this out like men then?" Shak's face lit up as she began to take off her gloves an hand them to the long-suffering Officer Fischer, "Excellent!"
At this, Claudia let out a frightened squeak and dropped to the floor, covering her head with her hands.
"Not this again," Shak sighed in dismay, "Does that be your reaction to everything?"
"Yes," came the muffled growl from the floor, "Can I go to the labs now?"
The older of the two women shrugged, "I'm gonna go radio the others and get status reports. Pierce, keep an eye on her."
"I'm sorry, Doctor," he stressed the girl's title sarcastically, "But we just don't have the time, especially not when you're such a liability."
"Wh...what? How can there not be time for the labs?!" The concept was completely alien to Claudia, "I have to get there! I HAVE to!" Her bottom lip began to quiver, "You can't tell me what to do!"
Pierce, being slightly more mature than his captain, opted to ignore her as he waited patiently for Shakahnna to conclude her radio conversation. When she was finished, she sauntered back to the duo.
"Well it looks like your man Timothy isn't dead after all," she told Claudia, "Fitzpatrick's just patching him up."
"I really couldn't care less," she cut in, "I just want to go to the labs..."
Shakahnna continued talking over her, addressing her partner, "The guys we left on the bottom floor found around twenty survivors, apparently HQ can only spare one truck so they're going to have to load them in shifts. But it's good cause the first floor's almost clean, if we can just stop anything from this floor spilling down then we'll at least have the hospital under control by the end of tonight," she turned to the doctor, "Also, we weren't aware that there were labs in this facility. Suspected, but now that it's confirmed, you're going to be evacuated with everyone else."
"I don't bloody think so!" the girl's voice was utterly desperate.
The redhead lifted a warning finger, "Before you start, if the next words out of your mouth are...anything, then I AM going to punch you hard enough to knock you out, put you over my shoulder, cuff you and carry you downstairs. Now this will put myself and my colleague in a certain amount of danger, but it will be worth it not to have to listen to you. So you can act like an adult, or you can be punched in the teeth. In fact..." Shak leaned in closer, "Maybe you should speak..."
Claudia's jaw dropped, aghast. It was true that she was terrified, but at the same time, nothing was more important to her at that moment than reaching the labs. "You...you..." she stammered, scowling, "You can't do that! I'm in OCRC and...and...I'm your intellectual superior...!" She folded her arms across her chest as though having explained this to Shak, the situation would suddenly miraculously improve.
It did not.
The STARS captain turned to Pierce, "Actually, I've got a MUCH better idea," she told him, pulling out her gun and leveling it at Claudia, "Ok, I'll use my gun on you out of respect,because you're an OCRC captain," she shot the girl a bloodthirsty leer, "But I'd be's lying if I said I wasn't really gonna enjoy this..."
But it's ok, cause she got her whole team killed.
Claudia turned ashen as she stared down the barrel of the Dessert Eagle, her bottom lip trembling. As Shakahnna's finger curled round the trigger, something surged to the forefront of her mind for a split second, a re-emergence of something long-forgotten and deeply troubling. Her scarred face creased in confusion as a flurry of conflicting thoughts made themselves known.
I...know...you...
"Captain!" Pierce took advantage of her momentary lapse to attempt to diffuse the situation, "If you do this, you won't just get demoted, you'll get fired. And probably sent to jail too! She's not a criminal, and you can't shoot someone just for being annoying!"
Well it wouldn't be the first time. Although, to be fair, I don't normally kill them. Why's she gotten under my skin especially...?
"Shak, I don't normally question your orders, but she's just a civvy. It's not like you to murder someone who's innocent."
He would have gone on, but by this point the panic that had been building up in the back of Claudia's throat has progressed from scared sniffles to full blown sobs, and she had completely crumpled in the face of Shakahnna's gun. The redhead paused for thought, her weapon still raised.
Yeah, guess new orders haven't had time to sink in yet. And we'd be failing the mission if I shot her. And I suppose there may be other methods to keep her quiet.
Shakahnna patted her on the shoulder and she let out a strangled yelp. "It's ok, I wasn't really gonna shoot you," she began reassuringly, but trailed off contemplatively, "Well, actually, I was but I'm not now, so it's ok."
Too shaken to speak, Claudia simply squeaked and nodded dumbly, her eyes wide in horror.
It'll be worth it. It WILL be worth it. I'm going home.
