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Chapter 10
The renegade S.T.A.R.S. group stood in a large moving elevator going down from the level marked B1.
"Where are we going?" Carlos asked impatiently.
"B2." Barry replied simply. He shifted his weight slightly and leaned up against the wall of the large elevator.
"So, how many B's are there?" Carlos leaned on the wall opposite of Barry.
"Three."
"Then why pick 2?"
"Just a hunch."
"Intuition, instinct or other?"
Barry looked over at Carlos with narrowed eyes. "Other."
Carlos smirked. "Please specify."
"I'm too lazy to reach all the way down to the B3 button; is that better?" Barry said as he un-holstered is gun and gave another narrow eyed look at Carlos.
"Si, very much thank you." Carlos smirked.
As if right on cue the soft ping from the elevator speaker let them know that they were on their desired floor.
The trip down to the elevator had been relatively smooth. After Chris finished venting they headed down a floor from a staircase in back of a small room. Chris remained silent the whole way down. They only ran into one of those black skinned things, and it wasn't too hard to take down.
Barry slowly walked out of the elevator to join the others. "Where to now?" He asked, looking down either side of the long hallway.
Carlos pushed a piece of hair hanging in his face. "We should—
"We're not splitting up." Chris interrupted. It was the first thing he'd said in 45 minutes.
"Okay." Jill said, clearing up the anger. "So, left or right?"
"I say left." Rebecca chimed in suddenly. No one opposed, to they began walking down the left side of the hallway.
Carlos turned to Rebecca. "So, why left…?"
"Where are we going?" Sara asked as the two opened the door to the level marked B3.
"The lowest level we can go." Leon replied. "I figured if I'm ever going to find Woodrow, that's where he would be."
"Oh, I see." She said, nodding her head.
"Sara?" He asked, stopping suddenly. "Can I ask you something?"
She stopped next to him. "Sure." She looked up into his eyes, and for a second he thought he was looking into Claire's eyes. So pure, so care free. They could have been sisters.
"You don't mind me killing Woodrow, do you?" Okay, that came out all wrong. "What I mean is—
Sara laughed. "No, I don't. But when we do find him, shoot him in the leg once for me.
Leon laughed as they started walking again. "His leg is already taken; you'll have to pick a different limb."
"In the nuts then." She said, looking straight ahead.
Leon turned to her with a funny look on his face. "Remind me never to piss you off." He grinned.
"I don't think you'll have to worry." She winked at him. "As long as you're good in bed, you'll be safe."
The last part took Leon by surprise. "What?" He asked, making sure he heard her correctly.
"You heard me." She said pursing her lips. "You'd better be a good fuck, otherwise I'll get angry."
"Wait a minute." Leon said, stopping again. "So you—wait a minute…" He stumbled over his words.
Sara touched his arm softly. "Leon, sweetie." She looked into his eyes. "I'm fucking with you."
Leon sighed loudly. "Don't do that!"
She ran her a fingernail across the underside of his chin. "But it's so fun!" She laughed then turned towards one of the five or six doors on the floor.
Heh, I'll get her. Leon thought evilly as he walked up beside her. "So sweetie where do we start?" Leon reached back and grabbed her ass.
"That one." She said, pointing to one of the doors; seemingly un-fazed by Leon's move.
She walked to the door and turned to Leon, who was standing in the same place with a dumbfounded look on his face. "Well? Come on!"
Wesker stood in the B1 main hall with Ada by his side. He watched the large elevator go down slowly and caught a slight glimpse of Chris.
"Well, I guess we can't take the elevator." Ada said, turned around towards the stairwell. "I hate stairs."
"Stop complaining." Wesker spat. "We need to get the job done as quickly as possible." He started walking towards the stairs; taking note of the obvious suicide victim. Probably Hunk, Wesker thought. From the look of the many Alpha Cerberuses littering the corridor he guessed Hunk must have been infected.
"Wesker." Ada called, getting his attention. He turned around only to see her gun pointed directly at his forehead.
He sighed loudly. "And just what do you expect to accomplish?"
"It's all about the money, you understand." She smiled. "Nothing personal, just business.
"So you tell the Company I was killed, and for a measly 250,000?" Wesker huffed. "Pathetic." Ada kept her smile plastered on her face. "And just how do you plan on killing me?"
"Like this." Ada pulled the trigger but hit nothing but air. Wesker had already ducked below her line of fire. When he looked up for an opening to attack, Ada was gone. What?
"Behind you." Ada laughed. Wesker spun around and was again face to face with the barrel of her gun. "You're not the only one who's had some work done."
I don't have time for this. "Quit stalling, you'll never kill me." He said angrily.
"And what makes you say that?" She asked.
Wesker moved as fast as he could behind her, holding her in a full nelson. "That's why." He smirked. "You're not strong enough. I'm going to enjoy killing you." He tightened his grip on her arms.
Ada suddenly went limp. She shouldn't be out… That's when he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his left shoulder. The first pain he'd felt in months. He stepped back and felt the wound. Warm, sticky blood stuck to his fingers. Looking up at Ada he realized what had caused it.
Three long bone spikes had shot out of her back into his shoulder. She has a stronger virus. "So, who did your work?" He asked through gritted teeth.
Ada laughed. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She turned to face him. Both of her eyes were now completely white, with no retina or pupil.
E… Wesker couldn't believe it. The Company must have used her for testing. He knew he couldn't stand up to that type of power; he pulled out a small compact grenade from his pack. "Well, it's been fun." He smirked as he pulled the pin and dropped the grenade.
"No." Ada's now deep voice boomed.
"Yes." Wesker's smile grew wider as a bright flashing light filled the small hallway. He opened the stairs door and jumped down a whole flight of stairs in one leap. Dammit, I don't need this…
No. Stop. Can't breath. I can't breath.
Can't—"Breath!!" Claire yelled as she shot up in the small cot she'd been lying on. She rubbed her head where Woodrow had hit her, and came up with blood on her fingers. Great. Not only had the psycho cut her hair short, but he had abused her to no end. Bruises lined her arms and legs, as well as her stomach. She winced slightly as she slid her feet to the cold floor.
Woodrow had also taken most of her clothes; all that was left was a thin black undershirt and her underwear. She shivered at the bitter cold of the all white cell, and wrapped her arms around her body. God damned pervert. He'd said something about her having a great cunt, whatever that meant.
Tears started to form in her eyes as she thought about what might come. Woodrow had completely ignored her for the past few hours, but that didn't mean she was home free. Please Leon, get here soon…
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I hope you guys liked the chapter. It's about time I cleared up the whole Claire thing huh? If you still have questions-don't worry, they will be answered in time.