The Showdown

"TEAR THAT BITCH APART!" cried Ada

Spectre, Four Eyes and Bertha yelled a chilling battle cry as they charged towards her.

There was clash of metal as Claire dodged and deflected their attacks. She exchanged blows with each one until all three of their swords fell and their bodies dropped silently to the floor.

Claire looked up and saw Vector watching. She backed away slowly to give herself more room.

Claire had heard about his skills. He had trained extensively with Japanese masters and his martial artistry was impressive. During his stint with the Umbrella Security Service he had trained with Hunk and was considered a close second when their skills were compared with one another.

Hunk was Ada's commander of her private army….and Claire was thankful that he wasn't around.

Vector and Claire rushed forward, locking their swords briefly before exchanging blows. Vector went on the offensive; his strikes were strong, precise, his movements instinctive and smooth. Claire struggled to deflect his combination of attacks.

Surprisingly, Vector paused and stepped back, allowing Claire to catch her breath. Claire narrowed her eyes at him. He winked at Claire, twirled the sword in his hand, rushed in and attacked again.

Claire quickly dodged and aimed her sword low. Vector stepped back, evading the blade. Vector spun around and aimed his sword at her head.

Claire sidestepped, but not quickly enough; the blade nicked her arm-tearing through her jumpsuit leaving a clean cut on her tricep.

Frustrated, Claire swung her sword again. Vector blocked her blade and parried it away. Before Claire could react, he turned, stepped in and threw a hard elbow into Claire's sternum followed by a back fist into her face.

Claire was stunned, allowing Vector to deliver a spinning roundhouse kick to her jaw.

The blow forced Claire down, knocking the wind out of her. Coughing, she struggled to breathe.

Don't give up now!

Claire looked up at and found Ada watching her.

Despite the pain, she forced herself up. She held the sword in front of her; the blade shined back.

"Let's finish this" she spat.

The two went back and forth exchanging blows, striking, slashing and deflecting. Vector could tell from the speed Claire was delivering her strikes, that she was tired.

Eager to finish the fight, Vector rushed at Claire again, catching her off guard. She managed to block the first strike but the second knocked her sword out of her hand. A swift kick to her stomach forced her down on the ground again.

Tasting victory, Vector stood over her with his sword raised.

"I should have killed you and that cop back in Raccoon City" he said as he brought the sword down over her head…

Reacting without thinking, Claire caught the sword between both of her palms and using his momentum, deflected it to her side, causing him to fall sideways on the floor.

With the blade of the sword gripped firmly in her hand she thrusted it into his chest.

Vector looked at her in disbelief and then at the sword protruding from his body.

He squirmed before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Claire slowly stood up and retrieved her sword from the ground. She was breathing heavily and she was in serious pain, but she didn't mind; there was no one else to stand in her way…

..And Ada had no choice but to face her in combat.

Ada clapped her hands. "Impressive" she said and then added in a mocking tone "Silly Caucasian girl likes to play with samurai swords"

"So Ada…" said Claire with a smirk. "Any more subordinates for me to kill?"

Ada smiled as she looked on. For a minute, Claire was confused until she heard the roar of motorcycles and vehicles revving and then suddenly coming to a halt outside.

Claire closed her eyes slowly and she breathed in and then opened them as she exhaled. "Is that what I think it is?"

"You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you Claire Bear?" asked Ada

Claire sighed, "You know, for a second there…yeah, I kinda did.

Ada shook her head, "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk…silly rabbit..."


Claire's lips curled into a smile as she slowly opened her eyes. She was beginning to wake up when she felt was wrong.

Claire's hand instinctively went to rub her eyes when suddenly she found that she couldn't move her hands they felt bound by something…

Claire's eyes flew open. She was in a small cell with a bunk. In the corner was a metal bucket.

Claire tried to think but was distracted by the bruise she felt on her cheek and the painful bump on the back of her head.

Think Claire!

Claire closed her eyes and tried to focus. The last thing she remembered was a B.S.A.A. agent giving her a gun.

Don't let them take you! He said to her right before leaving her.

Suddenly Claire remembered where she was.

Claire let out a sigh before softly saying "shit".