There was a very long pause.
"Could you possibly elaborate on that." Cora said faintly. "Because, you know, I'd hate to have to choose between death and wiping dog doo off of a giant shoe."
"What the fucking hell are you two idiots talking about?" Salven was angry. "You come in here and drag us around. We're a pharmaceutical company, you say. So that's why you're taking convicts to your 'bases' and have them, as Merandez said, do your dirty work?"
Before anyone else in the room could stop him, Mr. White had a gun pressed against Salven's right temple.
"I believe that your scheduled date of execution is November 18th, 2006. If you are impatient, then I can easily bring it to August 10th, 1997." "You need me more than I need you." Salven sneered. Mr. White laughed.
"Every day, some bright young lad commits a crime, and one of them is going to have a cleaner mouth and a smarter head than you, El Tiburón." Mr. White said the name mockingly. Salven looked like he would hit the man, if he was the type of man to hit his only way out of Hell.
"Then do what Merandez says and elaborate."
"Right. We need bright young men and women to come to Paris. We'll give you a college education, a proper life - food, boarding, ect. There will also be a heavy training program. Umbrella does need extra man power at times."
"I'm in." Cora said without hesitation. Salven stared at Cora.
"Are you mad, American?"
"It appears that El Tiburón has met la requine." Mr. Turn laughed. "Which one will smell blood first?"
Cora ignored their sly digs and suave talk.
"This is my only chance to see the world. If I can't go to law school, then I'll go to Umbrella's school."
"So honorable." Salven said, shaking his head sadly.
"If it's dishonorable to want to see my little sister again, then fine, I'm a coward and a fool. But I'm not going to die just so I can hold my head a little higher in some other world."
"I was hoping that it wouldn't come to this, but Miss Merandez's wise words remind me. We have both the Merandez and the Salven family right in check. Luckily, Amelia and Laine Merandez are safe from harm from now, but as for Lydia Salven, well I can't promise her safety."
"You bastards! If you touch my wife, I'll kill you!" Salven snarled.
"Hopefully, it won't be an option." Mr. White said blandly.
"If you touch Lydia... Lydia! Where is she!"
"We found her in your apartment. Don't worry, she is waiting for you. It would be a shame to hurt a fine young woman like that. She keeps to her word. She's very confused right now, though. She doesn't know why she's being forced to stay in the room."
"You..." Salven looked too angry to speak. His face was red and his eyes were aflame.
"Oh , don't worry. We'll put her corpse to some good use. We're not picky about dead women. Morals are optional, you know. Quite useful to use on others, but really not necessary for yourself."
"You won't hurt her if I agree." Salven said cautiously. Mr. Turn nodded and Mr. White grinned.
"You're getting the hang of it now!"
Salven stood still, exhaling deeply. Finally, he nodded.
"You treat Lydia well, and I'll grovel as low as any mangy American dog." he glanced at Cora at this. Cora gave him a flat look back. Better a half-American than a bigot and a jerk.
"Your words may agree, but Cora, you're often referred too as the Serpent of the Streets. How do I know that you won't slip away."
"You don't." Cora said. "I know that I won't though. As long as you hold Amelia and my Mother -" she suddenly paused, frowning. She studied Turn and White with her big blue-gray eyes as though looking for any hint of a lie or an emotion that they would rather they hid away in their minds, then she exhaled through her mouth.
"Something bothering you, Cora?"
"Yes. You mentioned Mother and Amelia, but you never mentioned my father."
"Your Father is dead."
"Oh!" Cora gasped. She felt suddenly lightheaded. She hated the man with a passion, but she wouldn't list death upon him. He had always been rather kind and intelligent, even if he was vain and empty headed.
"Yes, he should have not been so pompous. It was his downfall."
"How did he die?" Cora demanded. "I am his daughter, and if you don't let me know..."
"Good, you have some temper too." Mr. Turn said.
"Tell me!" Cora shouted.
"He died in a car crash."
"A car crash?" Cora said skeptically. "Honestly, I trust you two as far as I can throw you. And my father was an excellent driver. Besides, how would pompousness be his downfall?"
"Lord Spencer was very kind to your father. He offered him a high position. Your father drove around to tell all who would listen. It lead to his demise, he was driving too fast and his mind was not clear. He was too happy, and that lead to him crashing into a tree. He died on arrival at the hospital. We did all we could."
"Right." Cora was still rather skeptical, but she figured it would be smarter not to argue. She had her way out and she was seizing it with both hands.
"Right, Merandez, Salven. No more delay. A media frenzy will go on if we are discovered, so we had better move, now."
"Right." Cora said. Her stomach protested loudly - it was pained, it didn't want to go on a trip. Cora didn't care. She was going to be free.
"Could you possibly elaborate on that." Cora said faintly. "Because, you know, I'd hate to have to choose between death and wiping dog doo off of a giant shoe."
"What the fucking hell are you two idiots talking about?" Salven was angry. "You come in here and drag us around. We're a pharmaceutical company, you say. So that's why you're taking convicts to your 'bases' and have them, as Merandez said, do your dirty work?"
Before anyone else in the room could stop him, Mr. White had a gun pressed against Salven's right temple.
"I believe that your scheduled date of execution is November 18th, 2006. If you are impatient, then I can easily bring it to August 10th, 1997." "You need me more than I need you." Salven sneered. Mr. White laughed.
"Every day, some bright young lad commits a crime, and one of them is going to have a cleaner mouth and a smarter head than you, El Tiburón." Mr. White said the name mockingly. Salven looked like he would hit the man, if he was the type of man to hit his only way out of Hell.
"Then do what Merandez says and elaborate."
"Right. We need bright young men and women to come to Paris. We'll give you a college education, a proper life - food, boarding, ect. There will also be a heavy training program. Umbrella does need extra man power at times."
"I'm in." Cora said without hesitation. Salven stared at Cora.
"Are you mad, American?"
"It appears that El Tiburón has met la requine." Mr. Turn laughed. "Which one will smell blood first?"
Cora ignored their sly digs and suave talk.
"This is my only chance to see the world. If I can't go to law school, then I'll go to Umbrella's school."
"So honorable." Salven said, shaking his head sadly.
"If it's dishonorable to want to see my little sister again, then fine, I'm a coward and a fool. But I'm not going to die just so I can hold my head a little higher in some other world."
"I was hoping that it wouldn't come to this, but Miss Merandez's wise words remind me. We have both the Merandez and the Salven family right in check. Luckily, Amelia and Laine Merandez are safe from harm from now, but as for Lydia Salven, well I can't promise her safety."
"You bastards! If you touch my wife, I'll kill you!" Salven snarled.
"Hopefully, it won't be an option." Mr. White said blandly.
"If you touch Lydia... Lydia! Where is she!"
"We found her in your apartment. Don't worry, she is waiting for you. It would be a shame to hurt a fine young woman like that. She keeps to her word. She's very confused right now, though. She doesn't know why she's being forced to stay in the room."
"You..." Salven looked too angry to speak. His face was red and his eyes were aflame.
"Oh , don't worry. We'll put her corpse to some good use. We're not picky about dead women. Morals are optional, you know. Quite useful to use on others, but really not necessary for yourself."
"You won't hurt her if I agree." Salven said cautiously. Mr. Turn nodded and Mr. White grinned.
"You're getting the hang of it now!"
Salven stood still, exhaling deeply. Finally, he nodded.
"You treat Lydia well, and I'll grovel as low as any mangy American dog." he glanced at Cora at this. Cora gave him a flat look back. Better a half-American than a bigot and a jerk.
"Your words may agree, but Cora, you're often referred too as the Serpent of the Streets. How do I know that you won't slip away."
"You don't." Cora said. "I know that I won't though. As long as you hold Amelia and my Mother -" she suddenly paused, frowning. She studied Turn and White with her big blue-gray eyes as though looking for any hint of a lie or an emotion that they would rather they hid away in their minds, then she exhaled through her mouth.
"Something bothering you, Cora?"
"Yes. You mentioned Mother and Amelia, but you never mentioned my father."
"Your Father is dead."
"Oh!" Cora gasped. She felt suddenly lightheaded. She hated the man with a passion, but she wouldn't list death upon him. He had always been rather kind and intelligent, even if he was vain and empty headed.
"Yes, he should have not been so pompous. It was his downfall."
"How did he die?" Cora demanded. "I am his daughter, and if you don't let me know..."
"Good, you have some temper too." Mr. Turn said.
"Tell me!" Cora shouted.
"He died in a car crash."
"A car crash?" Cora said skeptically. "Honestly, I trust you two as far as I can throw you. And my father was an excellent driver. Besides, how would pompousness be his downfall?"
"Lord Spencer was very kind to your father. He offered him a high position. Your father drove around to tell all who would listen. It lead to his demise, he was driving too fast and his mind was not clear. He was too happy, and that lead to him crashing into a tree. He died on arrival at the hospital. We did all we could."
"Right." Cora was still rather skeptical, but she figured it would be smarter not to argue. She had her way out and she was seizing it with both hands.
"Right, Merandez, Salven. No more delay. A media frenzy will go on if we are discovered, so we had better move, now."
"Right." Cora said. Her stomach protested loudly - it was pained, it didn't want to go on a trip. Cora didn't care. She was going to be free.
