Best was speaking loudly and expressively to Foxx, Tweek, Cobra, and Reeve.
None of them looked none too happy with what they were hearing.
"So then," Best said. "Wesker went 'I've been looking for you , Best!' and I said 'What?' and he tossed Cora aside like a rag doll."
"Really?" Cora drawled as she was wheeled into the room. Best stared at her.
"I thought you were injured!" he spluttered.
"I am. That's why I'm in the wheel chair." Cora said dryly.
"Well, I was just informing the others of what happened on the Team Biohazard mission." Best said, puffing up his chest as if he was someone important.
"Yeah, you mean how you lead me down the wrong path and how you ran?" Cora spat.
Best was silent as the other team members glared at him.
"I knew the filthy little rat was lying." Tweek said. Scythe was silent, but he had a hand where his sword hilt would be.
"What says she isn't lying?" Best said shrilly. "I saved her! According to -"
"Best, kindly shut up." Scythe said. "We're transferring you."
"What?" Best's jaw dropped.
"I think there's a new guy who you can replace ... Saline or Salon or Saven or something."
Cora laughed out loud.
"Salven?"she asked.
"Yeah, that's the name."
"That's great." Cora laughed. "The expression on his face will be great."
"I'll talk to the Delta Team leader about this now, Best. I'll also let her know that you're a lying, sneaking weasel. Now, get out of here."
Best slunk away. A braver man might have stayed or argued, but Best was beaten. He really was the Eternal Screw-up.
Recovering was arguably painful, but it was also pleasant in quite a few ways. For one thing, she had lots of visitors. Members of Team Biohazard would drop in periodically. Or Amelia would show up with Mother. Or Hulio.
One thing that startled and disappointed Cora was how different her family was looking. Amelia had once been a scrawny, pale girl with big eyes and braided hair. Now her hair was streaked with blonde and hanging loose all about her shoulders. She wore tank tops with enormous price tags and tight fitting jeans. She didn't look like the old Amelia at all. Also, she had insisted that Cora call her 'Amy' now.
"Amelia was my old name." she explained to Cora. "Now, I'm Amy Merandez."
"Fair enough." Cora had told Amelia , an odd feeling in her stomach. Before, even as Cora and everything around her had changed, Amelia and Mother had always remained the same. Now even Mother looked fresh faced, unworried, and rather rich in a high collared blouse the color of wine and a pair of black pants that matched her smart black shoes.
"I was doubtful about Umbrella at first." Laine Merandez admitted. "But they've really come through for us. For the entire family."
"Unless they killed Dad."
"They didn't, he died in a car crash. And if he did, who cares? You're twenty years old now, Cora. You don't need your parents."
"I might." Cora said defensively. Then she realized something - she was twenty. Her birthday had passed by without Cora even noticing it. Things were changing more than Cora would like. Back in Mexico, there would definitely be a celebration. Cora vividly remembered, back when Amelia was only five or so, having a cake so large that Cora had had to climb up on a chair to blow out the candles. Now ... it was just another day.
To Cora's surprise, Salven came to visit on the third day - with a bouquet of red roses.
"Hey, Merandez." he said with a half-wave.
"Hey, Salven. How you taking being kicked off Delta Team?
"It could be worse. I have experience under my belt now, and now I can turn my energy to ... other causes." he gave Cora what was probably meant to be a meaningful glance, but came out as if he was giving her the evil eye.
"Sorry Salven, but your chances are negative. Besides, we both know that if Lydia wasn't constantly aruging with you, you wouldn't be trying this."
"Lydia and I get along fine." Salven smirked. "She's just a bit modest."
"Oh, for God's sakes." Cora shook her head, her hair swinging from side to side. At this point, Hulio came in.
"Hey Cora." he said smoothly. He sounded fine, but he was looking at Salven and his roses with mingled disgust and confusion in his face. "Hey, aren't you the guy who got his pay docked for doing that stunt with that waitress?"
"What stunt?" Cora asked. "I'm intrigued."
"Oh, he went up to this waitress in this desturant and told her that ... she was like a trophy bass ... he didn't know whether to mount her, or eat her."
"And?"
"And she took his love spuds out with her foot."
Salven was now glaring at Hulio like a weasel that's had his prey swooped up by an eagle.
"That didn't happen." he said. The lie rang out clear in his mannerisms.
"It probably did." Cora said. Hulio smiled at her.
"Anyways, I got another reservation at that resturant."
"That's superb, James." Cora said. Salven looked furious.
"Now, you fucking listen here." he snapped at Hulio. "I'm bored, I'm looking for a lay, so back off."
"Salven, I'll hurt you." Cora threatened from her bed. Hulio gave Salven a little shove.
"Sure, mate. Good luck. Look, Cora, I gotta fly Delta Team off to the Carribean. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, sure!" Salven said. His face was red and he was dancing from foot to foot. "More like you're trying to avoid the wrath of Salven!"
"Quiet, weasel boy, I can't be late." Hulio gave Cora a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried out.
"Yeah, you better run!" Salven snapped.
"Salven?" Cora asked.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
A/N: If you don't review, I'll hunt you down and kill you. Yes, you.
"So then," Best said. "Wesker went 'I've been looking for you , Best!' and I said 'What?' and he tossed Cora aside like a rag doll."
"Really?" Cora drawled as she was wheeled into the room. Best stared at her.
"I thought you were injured!" he spluttered.
"I am. That's why I'm in the wheel chair." Cora said dryly.
"Well, I was just informing the others of what happened on the Team Biohazard mission." Best said, puffing up his chest as if he was someone important.
"Yeah, you mean how you lead me down the wrong path and how you ran?" Cora spat.
Best was silent as the other team members glared at him.
"I knew the filthy little rat was lying." Tweek said. Scythe was silent, but he had a hand where his sword hilt would be.
"What says she isn't lying?" Best said shrilly. "I saved her! According to -"
"Best, kindly shut up." Scythe said. "We're transferring you."
"What?" Best's jaw dropped.
"I think there's a new guy who you can replace ... Saline or Salon or Saven or something."
Cora laughed out loud.
"Salven?"she asked.
"Yeah, that's the name."
"That's great." Cora laughed. "The expression on his face will be great."
"I'll talk to the Delta Team leader about this now, Best. I'll also let her know that you're a lying, sneaking weasel. Now, get out of here."
Best slunk away. A braver man might have stayed or argued, but Best was beaten. He really was the Eternal Screw-up.
Recovering was arguably painful, but it was also pleasant in quite a few ways. For one thing, she had lots of visitors. Members of Team Biohazard would drop in periodically. Or Amelia would show up with Mother. Or Hulio.
One thing that startled and disappointed Cora was how different her family was looking. Amelia had once been a scrawny, pale girl with big eyes and braided hair. Now her hair was streaked with blonde and hanging loose all about her shoulders. She wore tank tops with enormous price tags and tight fitting jeans. She didn't look like the old Amelia at all. Also, she had insisted that Cora call her 'Amy' now.
"Amelia was my old name." she explained to Cora. "Now, I'm Amy Merandez."
"Fair enough." Cora had told Amelia , an odd feeling in her stomach. Before, even as Cora and everything around her had changed, Amelia and Mother had always remained the same. Now even Mother looked fresh faced, unworried, and rather rich in a high collared blouse the color of wine and a pair of black pants that matched her smart black shoes.
"I was doubtful about Umbrella at first." Laine Merandez admitted. "But they've really come through for us. For the entire family."
"Unless they killed Dad."
"They didn't, he died in a car crash. And if he did, who cares? You're twenty years old now, Cora. You don't need your parents."
"I might." Cora said defensively. Then she realized something - she was twenty. Her birthday had passed by without Cora even noticing it. Things were changing more than Cora would like. Back in Mexico, there would definitely be a celebration. Cora vividly remembered, back when Amelia was only five or so, having a cake so large that Cora had had to climb up on a chair to blow out the candles. Now ... it was just another day.
To Cora's surprise, Salven came to visit on the third day - with a bouquet of red roses.
"Hey, Merandez." he said with a half-wave.
"Hey, Salven. How you taking being kicked off Delta Team?
"It could be worse. I have experience under my belt now, and now I can turn my energy to ... other causes." he gave Cora what was probably meant to be a meaningful glance, but came out as if he was giving her the evil eye.
"Sorry Salven, but your chances are negative. Besides, we both know that if Lydia wasn't constantly aruging with you, you wouldn't be trying this."
"Lydia and I get along fine." Salven smirked. "She's just a bit modest."
"Oh, for God's sakes." Cora shook her head, her hair swinging from side to side. At this point, Hulio came in.
"Hey Cora." he said smoothly. He sounded fine, but he was looking at Salven and his roses with mingled disgust and confusion in his face. "Hey, aren't you the guy who got his pay docked for doing that stunt with that waitress?"
"What stunt?" Cora asked. "I'm intrigued."
"Oh, he went up to this waitress in this desturant and told her that ... she was like a trophy bass ... he didn't know whether to mount her, or eat her."
"And?"
"And she took his love spuds out with her foot."
Salven was now glaring at Hulio like a weasel that's had his prey swooped up by an eagle.
"That didn't happen." he said. The lie rang out clear in his mannerisms.
"It probably did." Cora said. Hulio smiled at her.
"Anyways, I got another reservation at that resturant."
"That's superb, James." Cora said. Salven looked furious.
"Now, you fucking listen here." he snapped at Hulio. "I'm bored, I'm looking for a lay, so back off."
"Salven, I'll hurt you." Cora threatened from her bed. Hulio gave Salven a little shove.
"Sure, mate. Good luck. Look, Cora, I gotta fly Delta Team off to the Carribean. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, sure!" Salven said. His face was red and he was dancing from foot to foot. "More like you're trying to avoid the wrath of Salven!"
"Quiet, weasel boy, I can't be late." Hulio gave Cora a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried out.
"Yeah, you better run!" Salven snapped.
"Salven?" Cora asked.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
A/N: If you don't review, I'll hunt you down and kill you. Yes, you.
