"Christ..." Cora said groggily when Wesker finally stopped. "I think I'm
about to hurl."
Wesker glanced at the pale faced girl, and then put her down none-to- gently.
"Traveling at high speeds can be ... sickening." he said without a trace of mirth in his voice. Cora sat down and took a few calming breaths. If she didn't throw up, she would be lucky. "Now, a nice quiet spot will be better. You're easy enough to handle, but the last thing I need is a pesky USF team on my tail. They've already killed more than enough of my men."
"I didn't do anything." Cora said quietly, rocking back and forth. "I don't even know who you are!"
"My name is Albert Wesker." Wesker said, watching Cora warily. "And you work for Umbrella. You killed some of my men, and you are on your way to kill the Finance Minister. I'm afraid I can't allow that."
"I'll go home. I'll, I'll..."
"The only way that you are leaving here alive is as my prisoner." Wesker said. "You could prove to be a valuable source of information about Umbrella, if only we can get you to talk."
There was suddenly footsteps coming steadily down the hall. Someone running. Cora opened her mouth to scream, but Wesker was too fast. He seized her hair, dragging Cora to her feet, and clamped a hand over Cora's mouth. Cora was furious, but she couldn't even bite Wesker.
Cora glimpsed Jonas Best sneaking around the corner, fear in every movement that he made. Wesker chuckled.
"Useless coward." he lowered one hand, and it came back carrying a Magnum. He aimed carefully, for what looked like a head shot.
"No!" Cora screamed. The noise was muffled greatly by Wesker's hand, but she grabbed Wesker's wrist and jerked it away from Best. It was difficult, like pulling on a tree trunk, but the bullet hit the wall an inch away from Best's head, instead of killing him.
Wesker stared at Cora, who was trying to tear away Wesker's hand and was screaming at the top of her lungs. Apparently, Best managed to hear enough to know that Cora was somewhere nearby and in danger, because he stared at where the bullet had come from and clearly mouthed 'Cora?'. But then he hesitated, and ran again.
Wesker gave another laugh, and shoved Cora away. She hit the ground, hard.
"I told you that you're not worth anything to me. Don't forget it." he told her, and fired once. The bullet hit her leg, and for a moment, Cora couldn't breathe. The pain was like fire, an inferno of agony burning in her leg. She writhed on the ground, her throat too tight to shriek. Finally, a throat ripping scream came from her, and she lay on the ground, trying to catch her breath and soothe the pain.
"Fuck!" she finally managed to get out, clutching her leg. The gray of the pant leg was steadily staining with blood. "Fucking hell! You shot me!"
"How many people?"
"Eight." Cora said frantically. "Eight people."
"Excellent." Wesker said. "Although, one of your little friends could come back, so I think it'd be best if we moved on. He scooped her up casually - not slung over his shoulder, but carried like a child, and strode down the hall.
"Where are you taking me?" Cora demanded. Her leg still burned with a fury, and she felt slightly weak as her strength ebbed, but she would be damned if she let this bastard treat her like a child. It was bad enough from Scythe, or Best, or Dinzali - but from Wesker it was intolerable.
"To meet an old friend of mine." Wesker told her.
The guards had decided not to rush into the blood bath, which meant that Reeve and the others were waiting for Scythe, Best, and Cora to hurry up.
There was a sharp scream from somewhere above them in the building. Foxx glanced at Reeve, waiting for orders.
"That sounded like Cora." Foxx said.
"We wait for orders." Reeve responded sharply.
"Oh yeah? What if Scythe is dead?" Ada asked, typing away at her computer. Someone was trying to get the alarm going, she had informed them all, and most of her energy was diverted towards stopping that from happening. All of the other's face showed that fear - that Scythe was dead.
"Oh, ye of little faith." Reeve sighed. "Scythe has gotten through Raccoon. You think some Canadians and HCF guys can stop him? Tweek, sit down. Cora probably is just injured. First Aid Sprays do burn."
Tweek sat down, but he didn't look to happy about it.
"Unless if Best stabbed her in the back." he growled.
"Best didn't stab anyone." Reeve said. He was ignored.
"Wouldn't surprise me. The man had a shifty look about him from the start. Showing up late, giving his name late ... There's no way anyone can be that dumb."
"Guys, shut up!" Reeve snapped.
"Just order Ada to do a back up check on Best. Then we'll know for sure that he's straight."
"I am not ordering Ada to do a backup check on Best!" Reeve growled. "We wait!"
No one seemed to happy about that, but they all settled down. Foxx closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on his knee, Tweek shifted and looked restless. The only sound was the drum of Foxx's fingers, the clacking of Ada's keys, and soft cursing from Cobra, who hadn't let up his steady stream of curses since Cora had shrieked.
Then there were boots heading towards them, and someone who was clearly furious in the boots. Cobra reached into his vest and gripped something tightly. Tweek was on his face, gun pointed down the corridor. Foxx's eyes snapped open, but he didn't move beyond that - unless you counted tensing, being able to move in an instant.
Scythe appeared at the end of the hall.
"Ada." he barked.
"Yes, sir?"
"Find me the location of Merandez and Best, now!"
"Right, sir. It'll take me ten seconds."
"You have five!"
"Best is in room 4-B." Ada said. "And he's moving hastily for the exit the same way that you entered the building."
"Tweek, Cobra, go cut him off!" Scythe snapped. The two men nodded, Tweek rushing out of the building, Cobra pausing to salute first.
"And Merandez ... Merandez was in room 17-B and she was there for quite some time, but then something went wrong. She went to room 8-B in less time than what's , well, humanly possible. Unless she flew, the sensor's messed up. Oh, she's on the move again. See, she's moving like lightning." Ada tapped her computer screen.
"Let's go catch her then." Scythe said grimly.
A/N: Look! I'm a cool kid as well!
Anyways, thanks to Hello Captain and RamenKitty. You guys are, hopefully, my m8s.
There will be more drama!
Wesker glanced at the pale faced girl, and then put her down none-to- gently.
"Traveling at high speeds can be ... sickening." he said without a trace of mirth in his voice. Cora sat down and took a few calming breaths. If she didn't throw up, she would be lucky. "Now, a nice quiet spot will be better. You're easy enough to handle, but the last thing I need is a pesky USF team on my tail. They've already killed more than enough of my men."
"I didn't do anything." Cora said quietly, rocking back and forth. "I don't even know who you are!"
"My name is Albert Wesker." Wesker said, watching Cora warily. "And you work for Umbrella. You killed some of my men, and you are on your way to kill the Finance Minister. I'm afraid I can't allow that."
"I'll go home. I'll, I'll..."
"The only way that you are leaving here alive is as my prisoner." Wesker said. "You could prove to be a valuable source of information about Umbrella, if only we can get you to talk."
There was suddenly footsteps coming steadily down the hall. Someone running. Cora opened her mouth to scream, but Wesker was too fast. He seized her hair, dragging Cora to her feet, and clamped a hand over Cora's mouth. Cora was furious, but she couldn't even bite Wesker.
Cora glimpsed Jonas Best sneaking around the corner, fear in every movement that he made. Wesker chuckled.
"Useless coward." he lowered one hand, and it came back carrying a Magnum. He aimed carefully, for what looked like a head shot.
"No!" Cora screamed. The noise was muffled greatly by Wesker's hand, but she grabbed Wesker's wrist and jerked it away from Best. It was difficult, like pulling on a tree trunk, but the bullet hit the wall an inch away from Best's head, instead of killing him.
Wesker stared at Cora, who was trying to tear away Wesker's hand and was screaming at the top of her lungs. Apparently, Best managed to hear enough to know that Cora was somewhere nearby and in danger, because he stared at where the bullet had come from and clearly mouthed 'Cora?'. But then he hesitated, and ran again.
Wesker gave another laugh, and shoved Cora away. She hit the ground, hard.
"I told you that you're not worth anything to me. Don't forget it." he told her, and fired once. The bullet hit her leg, and for a moment, Cora couldn't breathe. The pain was like fire, an inferno of agony burning in her leg. She writhed on the ground, her throat too tight to shriek. Finally, a throat ripping scream came from her, and she lay on the ground, trying to catch her breath and soothe the pain.
"Fuck!" she finally managed to get out, clutching her leg. The gray of the pant leg was steadily staining with blood. "Fucking hell! You shot me!"
"How many people?"
"Eight." Cora said frantically. "Eight people."
"Excellent." Wesker said. "Although, one of your little friends could come back, so I think it'd be best if we moved on. He scooped her up casually - not slung over his shoulder, but carried like a child, and strode down the hall.
"Where are you taking me?" Cora demanded. Her leg still burned with a fury, and she felt slightly weak as her strength ebbed, but she would be damned if she let this bastard treat her like a child. It was bad enough from Scythe, or Best, or Dinzali - but from Wesker it was intolerable.
"To meet an old friend of mine." Wesker told her.
The guards had decided not to rush into the blood bath, which meant that Reeve and the others were waiting for Scythe, Best, and Cora to hurry up.
There was a sharp scream from somewhere above them in the building. Foxx glanced at Reeve, waiting for orders.
"That sounded like Cora." Foxx said.
"We wait for orders." Reeve responded sharply.
"Oh yeah? What if Scythe is dead?" Ada asked, typing away at her computer. Someone was trying to get the alarm going, she had informed them all, and most of her energy was diverted towards stopping that from happening. All of the other's face showed that fear - that Scythe was dead.
"Oh, ye of little faith." Reeve sighed. "Scythe has gotten through Raccoon. You think some Canadians and HCF guys can stop him? Tweek, sit down. Cora probably is just injured. First Aid Sprays do burn."
Tweek sat down, but he didn't look to happy about it.
"Unless if Best stabbed her in the back." he growled.
"Best didn't stab anyone." Reeve said. He was ignored.
"Wouldn't surprise me. The man had a shifty look about him from the start. Showing up late, giving his name late ... There's no way anyone can be that dumb."
"Guys, shut up!" Reeve snapped.
"Just order Ada to do a back up check on Best. Then we'll know for sure that he's straight."
"I am not ordering Ada to do a backup check on Best!" Reeve growled. "We wait!"
No one seemed to happy about that, but they all settled down. Foxx closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on his knee, Tweek shifted and looked restless. The only sound was the drum of Foxx's fingers, the clacking of Ada's keys, and soft cursing from Cobra, who hadn't let up his steady stream of curses since Cora had shrieked.
Then there were boots heading towards them, and someone who was clearly furious in the boots. Cobra reached into his vest and gripped something tightly. Tweek was on his face, gun pointed down the corridor. Foxx's eyes snapped open, but he didn't move beyond that - unless you counted tensing, being able to move in an instant.
Scythe appeared at the end of the hall.
"Ada." he barked.
"Yes, sir?"
"Find me the location of Merandez and Best, now!"
"Right, sir. It'll take me ten seconds."
"You have five!"
"Best is in room 4-B." Ada said. "And he's moving hastily for the exit the same way that you entered the building."
"Tweek, Cobra, go cut him off!" Scythe snapped. The two men nodded, Tweek rushing out of the building, Cobra pausing to salute first.
"And Merandez ... Merandez was in room 17-B and she was there for quite some time, but then something went wrong. She went to room 8-B in less time than what's , well, humanly possible. Unless she flew, the sensor's messed up. Oh, she's on the move again. See, she's moving like lightning." Ada tapped her computer screen.
"Let's go catch her then." Scythe said grimly.
A/N: Look! I'm a cool kid as well!
Anyways, thanks to Hello Captain and RamenKitty. You guys are, hopefully, my m8s.
There will be more drama!
