The piercing beeps of the alarm clock was what roused her out of
sleep. A pale hand groped it's way out from underneath the heavy blue
cover on the bed and fumbled around, knocking the phone and a pile of books
off of the small table before finally seizing the alarm clock and throwing
it at the wall. It hit the wall with a loud thud, let out one more
strangled beep, then hit the floor and was silent.
Cora growled to herself. It felt like a crew of miners were hammering away inside of her skull. She tottered to her feet, slowly. There was a note on the dresser.
"Goddamnit," Cora said irritably, then winced, putting a hand to her head. She continued her complaint in a lowered voice. "How do they keep on getting in here?" She stumbled over to pick up the note, wrapped around a bottle of sorts.
Cora,
Tell Salven that if he pulls a stunt like that again, he's getting more demerits. Thank Lord you were willing to take the bullet though. They thought that the dancing and the atmosphere had gone to your head. Here's a little thank you gift. It's a hangover cure. Don't worry, it's all natural. You'll feel better. It takes 45 minutes to work though.
Best regards,
Gabriel Turnbull
"I may need it?" Cora murmured, picking up the bottle. She hesitated, then downed a pill and retreated back into the quiet cave of her bed. Sleep came quickly, if it was an uneasy sleep troubled by doubts.
Cora awoke, and her pain was gone. She stood in wonder, spinning in a small circle in front of her mirror.
"Wow." she said. "It works." Cora didn't know what she had been expecting, but she dressed anyways. The pager went off. Providential, Cora called it. The only solution that Cora saw was that Scythe had told Turnbull about the mission beforehand. That was the only way that Turnbull would have found it fit.
Cora headed off to the briefing room. She didn't want to go on a mission, but she didn't think that she had a choice in the matter. She would rather visit with her Mother and Amelia - she had not seen them for what felt like forever. It was kinda sad, when you thought about it.
When Cora reached the briefing room, she was frowning to herself. The others were all inside, but the friendly babble that came out was not the type that was associated with the type of briefings that Scythe gave.
Cora pulled the door open. Scythe, Reeve, Tweek, Ada, Cobra and Foxx were all there, except there was the small matter of the stranger who was sitting there. He reminded Cora of Hulio in a way - they both had the brilliant green eyes. Cora tore her gaze away from those bright green eyes to stop herself from thinking about Hulio.
/He's dead!/ Cora thought sternly. /And just because some guy has the same coloured eyes doesn't give you the lisence to start bawling!/
Cora instead examined the other types of his face. He was lean - lean and slender, with dark red hair that was spiked upwards. He wore an easy grin. He was the type of man who knew that life was a bitch, Cora decided. But he just didn't care. That was interesting, very interesting.
"Hey." the man made the first break of the silence. "I'm Anthony, but I've been called Hojo before. Whatever floats your boat." he extended a large hand and Cora hesitantly shook it.
"So ... your speciality?"
"Tactics expert."
"Hope you're better than our last one." Cora said in what she hoped was a light hearted way.
"I just hope I'm good, period." Hojo said seriously, releasing Cora's hand and running it through his hair. Cora nodded, then sat down at her end of the table.
"What is with you and always being late?" Scythe asked Cora, amused.
"From what I heard about last night," Foxx said with a grin, "Cora got drunk."
"Kinda." Cora said.
"Why do you keep hanging around with Salven? The guy's a cock." Tweek asked. Cora shrugged.
"So, why're we here Scythe?" Ada asked.
"No mission today. They gave the mission off to Alpha Team. Apparently, we're still on the shit list." Scythe grimaced.
"Why?" Cora asked.
"Cora, did you ever give shit to your superiors?"
"Yes sir, all the time." Cora said, with a salute.
"Did you, Foxx?"
"Yeah. They hated me."
"Tweek?"
"Nah."
"What?" Scythe raised an eyebrow.
"They were too afraid of me, sir." Tweek grinned. Scythe turned back to Cora.
"You see?"
"Oh. So we are a shit list team."
"They'd have to graduate us sooner or later, so why not put us together?"
"Oh." Cora frowned at Hojo, then at the others. Maybe there was an escape. If these people all wanted to get away from Umbrella too...
"Anyways, here are your orders. You will meet up at this resturant at 1900 hours on Saturday night." Scythe said. The table broke into jovial laughter
Cora growled to herself. It felt like a crew of miners were hammering away inside of her skull. She tottered to her feet, slowly. There was a note on the dresser.
"Goddamnit," Cora said irritably, then winced, putting a hand to her head. She continued her complaint in a lowered voice. "How do they keep on getting in here?" She stumbled over to pick up the note, wrapped around a bottle of sorts.
Cora,
Tell Salven that if he pulls a stunt like that again, he's getting more demerits. Thank Lord you were willing to take the bullet though. They thought that the dancing and the atmosphere had gone to your head. Here's a little thank you gift. It's a hangover cure. Don't worry, it's all natural. You'll feel better. It takes 45 minutes to work though.
Best regards,
Gabriel Turnbull
"I may need it?" Cora murmured, picking up the bottle. She hesitated, then downed a pill and retreated back into the quiet cave of her bed. Sleep came quickly, if it was an uneasy sleep troubled by doubts.
Cora awoke, and her pain was gone. She stood in wonder, spinning in a small circle in front of her mirror.
"Wow." she said. "It works." Cora didn't know what she had been expecting, but she dressed anyways. The pager went off. Providential, Cora called it. The only solution that Cora saw was that Scythe had told Turnbull about the mission beforehand. That was the only way that Turnbull would have found it fit.
Cora headed off to the briefing room. She didn't want to go on a mission, but she didn't think that she had a choice in the matter. She would rather visit with her Mother and Amelia - she had not seen them for what felt like forever. It was kinda sad, when you thought about it.
When Cora reached the briefing room, she was frowning to herself. The others were all inside, but the friendly babble that came out was not the type that was associated with the type of briefings that Scythe gave.
Cora pulled the door open. Scythe, Reeve, Tweek, Ada, Cobra and Foxx were all there, except there was the small matter of the stranger who was sitting there. He reminded Cora of Hulio in a way - they both had the brilliant green eyes. Cora tore her gaze away from those bright green eyes to stop herself from thinking about Hulio.
/He's dead!/ Cora thought sternly. /And just because some guy has the same coloured eyes doesn't give you the lisence to start bawling!/
Cora instead examined the other types of his face. He was lean - lean and slender, with dark red hair that was spiked upwards. He wore an easy grin. He was the type of man who knew that life was a bitch, Cora decided. But he just didn't care. That was interesting, very interesting.
"Hey." the man made the first break of the silence. "I'm Anthony, but I've been called Hojo before. Whatever floats your boat." he extended a large hand and Cora hesitantly shook it.
"So ... your speciality?"
"Tactics expert."
"Hope you're better than our last one." Cora said in what she hoped was a light hearted way.
"I just hope I'm good, period." Hojo said seriously, releasing Cora's hand and running it through his hair. Cora nodded, then sat down at her end of the table.
"What is with you and always being late?" Scythe asked Cora, amused.
"From what I heard about last night," Foxx said with a grin, "Cora got drunk."
"Kinda." Cora said.
"Why do you keep hanging around with Salven? The guy's a cock." Tweek asked. Cora shrugged.
"So, why're we here Scythe?" Ada asked.
"No mission today. They gave the mission off to Alpha Team. Apparently, we're still on the shit list." Scythe grimaced.
"Why?" Cora asked.
"Cora, did you ever give shit to your superiors?"
"Yes sir, all the time." Cora said, with a salute.
"Did you, Foxx?"
"Yeah. They hated me."
"Tweek?"
"Nah."
"What?" Scythe raised an eyebrow.
"They were too afraid of me, sir." Tweek grinned. Scythe turned back to Cora.
"You see?"
"Oh. So we are a shit list team."
"They'd have to graduate us sooner or later, so why not put us together?"
"Oh." Cora frowned at Hojo, then at the others. Maybe there was an escape. If these people all wanted to get away from Umbrella too...
"Anyways, here are your orders. You will meet up at this resturant at 1900 hours on Saturday night." Scythe said. The table broke into jovial laughter
