"Best, as soon as we find a way out of here, you are so dead." Cora threatened the scrawny man.
"I could have sworn that ..." Best rubbed the back of his head, confused. Cora considered hurting him, but he did seem to have a reasonable knowledge about the locations of such facilities as the bathroom. He seemed to be steering them into concentrations of thick HCF guards.
"I thought we were heading away from the action and to the Finance Minister?" Cora asked.
"Shut up." was Best's only responce. Cora followed him just because he was a familiar face, an extra gun, and he had more knowledge than Cora did. Cora knew that she was basically screwed no matter what she did, but she was still fairly confident that they would come across Scythe or another Team Biohazard member. Then they would take care of everything, Cora would escape, Hulio would be impressed at her skills, ect.
They had reached the end of yet another hallway, and from the distance they had walked, Cora was willing to bet that they had reached the other end of this enormous house. Why would one man need all this? Oh right, Umbrella had probably paid for it all.
Cora and Best both creaked open the door at the same time and bursted into the room. It wasn't empty. Only one man stood in the center of the room, speaking quietly into the radio.
He was perhaps a bit shorter than average height, but the presence he was emitting made up for his lack of height. With blonde hair that was slicked back. Shades were hiding his eyes, he was clothed in less protective gear than the rest of the Team Biohazard or HCF units.
"Oh, this is a surprise." he drawled.
Wesker. Cora thought, unclipping her radio.
"Hello, I've encountered Wesker and I'm calling for back-" Cora didn't finish her sentence as Wesker's slid the glasses slightly enough to reveal golden eyes, shot though with red - and slitted like a cat's.
Cora froze on the spot. All the training that she had had was completely out of her mind. Her brain was blank. The radio fell from her hand, bouncing and rolling to a stop somewhere between Cora and Wesker.
Cora turned around. Best was gone, but the door was wide open and footsteps were pounding away. Jonas had bolted. Cora turned back round to face Wesker, who hadn't moved. His face had shifted slightly to show a bit of amusement. It was the expression of a cat who knows that he is about to have a bit of fun with a mouse.
One frantic thought entered her mind. If she radioed, then Best and Scythe and Tweek and Foxx and the others would come save her. Without another thought, she flung herself at the radio, literally diving for her salvation. Before she could grab the radio, Wesker pratically blurred over and picked up the radio.
"Looking for this?" he said softly. Then his fist clenched and the radio cracked and was totally destroyed. Cora whimpered and scrambled to her feet, backing away.
"I'm armed." she fumbled out her Glock. "Get away from me!"
There was another blur, and then the gun was knocked out of her hand. Cora drew two of her daggers. They were knocked away. She drew two more. They were knocked away.
"Maybe you should just give up?" Wesker asked.
"Get away from me!" Cora repeated frantically. He grinned maliciously, then seized her by the collar with both hands and slammed her against the wall. The breath came rushing out of her lungs, and she had to struggle to keep her vision straight.
"Now, you had better listen carefully." Wesker hissed softly. "Don't think that you have any protection because I need you?"
"What?" Cora asked, feeling dizzy. "Please, this is only my first mission. I don't want to die, please!" She was begging for her life with a monster. Best is dead. Cora decided. DEAD!
"Ssh." Wesker said. "Calm down. You're no use to me unintellegable." He released Cora, who slid down the side of the wall to sit cross-legged and try to rally her wits. Wesker watched her carefully.
"Alright then." he finally said. "What's your name?"
Cora stared at Wesker. Her name?
"What's your name?" he repeated, a note of irritation entering his voice. Cora squeaked.
"M-my name is C-Cora. Cora Merandez." Cora drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around her legs as a measure of protection from this man.
"And you're part of the Umbrella Special Forces team that was sent here. Team Biohazard?"
Cora hesitated, then nodded.
"How many people came here?"
Cora didn't trust herself to say no to this man, so she simply shook her head. Wesker tsked.
"You don't seem to understand." he said quietly, but before he could explain what Cora didn't understand, she struck. Sliding out one of her remaining daggers, she struck. The knife slipped smoothly into the breast bone. Wesker stared at Cora for a moment.
"Take that." she panted.
"You do have balls, I'll give you that." Wesker's voice was unstrained, his face showing nothing. He yanked the dagger out without ceremony and threw it back over to the others.. "However, it doesn't seem that you have much else?"
"Huh?" Cora drew a blank. She had stabbed him.Stabbed him! And he was acting as if she had simply flicked him. She stared at him, then swallowed.
"Miss Merandez, it is in your best interest to cooperate."
There was shouting in the distance, and Wesker scowled.
"Do you know who is making that racket? Rescuers, perhaps?"
"I ... I don't know."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Fine. Then we move again." Wesker seized Cora again, swinging her over his shoulder. He paused. "You may feel a bit queasy."
Cora hammered her hands against his back as hard as she could.
"You let go of me!"
"Sorry, doll. I have orders."
Cora opened her mouth to scream, but she lost her breath as Wesker was suddenly moving so fast that her stomach jolted. What was going on?!