Cora had been right in her prediction. There was no trial. The mayor came a
couple of days later after this was announced to get some press on the
issue. Cora was asleep on the couch when the bright lights and loud chatter
in Spanish and English woke her up.
"No more will Copley trouble our streets!" the mayor exclaimed reverently, waving his arms. "This assassin is only the first of toppling down the empire of Copley assassins!"
"Mr. Dainn, will this be a long term plan!"
"Yes it will! I refuse to let these monsters roam our streets further!" Mr. Dainn slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. There was a cheer from the reporters. "In fact, any assassin who is caught will get death!"
"What about the children! In fact, the girl who has recently been cauptured is only Nineteen years old! Will you sentence possibly misguided or innocent children to death row?!"
"I will do whatever is necessary to cleanse this town of Copley!" the mayor shouted. Cora felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Death Row? She wasn't ready to die. She wanted to speak to her family again. She wanted to see the world.
Cora tuned out the reporters' noise and the mayor's loud voice and lay back down on her cot. Death? She defiantly was not ready to die yet. She was all alone, she couldn't escape. There was no way out, unless you counted the electric chair.
"No, no, no!" Cora muttered, then sat up. The voices had faded away. Cora was alone again, alone in her living hell. She wondered how long it would take for her to be excecuted. Suddenly, the guard was back.
"Merandez, your uniform is ready. And you'll have a cellmate soon." the guard opened the door. "The tax cuts make the pairing a little odd, but we have no choice."
"Okay." Cora hoisted herself up from the cot, her mind still spinning, and shuffled off after the guard. Part of her seemed to think that this was a nightmare, that she'd wake up to find herself back in the room and her arm free of eight little red marks. The other part of her was already calculating a way to get help and coming up with nothing. Altogether, she wasn't quite aware of the enormity of her situation.
Mr. Daryl Jones sighed. His wife, Laine Merandez was in America with his daughter Amelia, but Laine was being very stubborn and petulant lately. Amelia was terrified over Cora's fate. But just because he was Amelia's father and Laine's wife didn't mean he had to let himself be distracted. This meeting with Umbrella was very important.
"Come in, Mr Jones." the head of the board called. Mr. Jones strode in, making sure that he looked properly important and dignified. Six men all faced him at their desks.
"Good morning, members of the board." Mr. Jones said. He had prepared this speech so that he could get his way. "Well, as you all know, you all owe me a favour. I've come to collect this favour. My daughter, Cora was corrupted by her living conditions and was forced to take on a job as an assassin. Even now, she sits on Death Row." Mr. Jones shook his head sadly. "Of course, you can use your pull to get her off of Death Row, gentlemen. And that is the favour that I ask for."
"Right. We can give your daughter a spot on one of our Special Forces teams." one of the board members said.
"No, I was thinking that she could become an Extra, or perhaps a Scientist."
The members of the board glanced at each other, when the one in the middle took out a pistol.
"You really need to learn to show more respect to the members of the board, Mr. Jones." he drawled, when the gun went off. Mr. Jones fell to the ground with a look of surprise on his face, and a bullet in his brain. "Give that to the scientists. They've always complaining about poor samples."
"No more will Copley trouble our streets!" the mayor exclaimed reverently, waving his arms. "This assassin is only the first of toppling down the empire of Copley assassins!"
"Mr. Dainn, will this be a long term plan!"
"Yes it will! I refuse to let these monsters roam our streets further!" Mr. Dainn slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. There was a cheer from the reporters. "In fact, any assassin who is caught will get death!"
"What about the children! In fact, the girl who has recently been cauptured is only Nineteen years old! Will you sentence possibly misguided or innocent children to death row?!"
"I will do whatever is necessary to cleanse this town of Copley!" the mayor shouted. Cora felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Death Row? She wasn't ready to die. She wanted to speak to her family again. She wanted to see the world.
Cora tuned out the reporters' noise and the mayor's loud voice and lay back down on her cot. Death? She defiantly was not ready to die yet. She was all alone, she couldn't escape. There was no way out, unless you counted the electric chair.
"No, no, no!" Cora muttered, then sat up. The voices had faded away. Cora was alone again, alone in her living hell. She wondered how long it would take for her to be excecuted. Suddenly, the guard was back.
"Merandez, your uniform is ready. And you'll have a cellmate soon." the guard opened the door. "The tax cuts make the pairing a little odd, but we have no choice."
"Okay." Cora hoisted herself up from the cot, her mind still spinning, and shuffled off after the guard. Part of her seemed to think that this was a nightmare, that she'd wake up to find herself back in the room and her arm free of eight little red marks. The other part of her was already calculating a way to get help and coming up with nothing. Altogether, she wasn't quite aware of the enormity of her situation.
Mr. Daryl Jones sighed. His wife, Laine Merandez was in America with his daughter Amelia, but Laine was being very stubborn and petulant lately. Amelia was terrified over Cora's fate. But just because he was Amelia's father and Laine's wife didn't mean he had to let himself be distracted. This meeting with Umbrella was very important.
"Come in, Mr Jones." the head of the board called. Mr. Jones strode in, making sure that he looked properly important and dignified. Six men all faced him at their desks.
"Good morning, members of the board." Mr. Jones said. He had prepared this speech so that he could get his way. "Well, as you all know, you all owe me a favour. I've come to collect this favour. My daughter, Cora was corrupted by her living conditions and was forced to take on a job as an assassin. Even now, she sits on Death Row." Mr. Jones shook his head sadly. "Of course, you can use your pull to get her off of Death Row, gentlemen. And that is the favour that I ask for."
"Right. We can give your daughter a spot on one of our Special Forces teams." one of the board members said.
"No, I was thinking that she could become an Extra, or perhaps a Scientist."
The members of the board glanced at each other, when the one in the middle took out a pistol.
"You really need to learn to show more respect to the members of the board, Mr. Jones." he drawled, when the gun went off. Mr. Jones fell to the ground with a look of surprise on his face, and a bullet in his brain. "Give that to the scientists. They've always complaining about poor samples."
