/There was a long corridor, the walls made of dark gray stone. The
floor was plush red carpet. Cora strode along towards the end of the hall ...
when she came to what looked like a bottomless drop.
"What the hell?" Cora said out loud. She peered down the pit. A crash of lightning follow by the drums of thunder allowed her a glimpse - zombies. Cora backed off from the pit, turning around to go backwards. There was no backwards, only a brick wall. Suddenly, a door opened in the thick stone.
"Come this way, Cora." It was Turnbull, gesturing urgently. Suddenly, Salven pushed him out of the way - wearing a bright orange jump suit and a party hat. He opened his mouth, and blaring sirens came out./
"What the...?!" Cora burst up into a sitting position. The alarms were blaring full blast. Cora didn't know what they meant - but when did alarms blaring at two in the morning bode well for anybody?
Cora sprang to her feet, ignoring the fact that her clothes were not well made for combat or for stealth. Bright pink with bunny rabbits - childish, but comfortable. She grabbed the crate full of knives, slipping them back into their old hiding places. They felt ... right there.
She grabbed her Glock and tucked it into the waist band of her jammy pants, then headed outside. Silence. She continued to creep down the hall silently, silently. Not that not making noise would do any good - she pratically glew. Bright pink, at that.
There was suddenly the rattle of vents above her, and a dark shape dropped down and tackled Cora, putting a hand over her mouth.
"Don't move." a familiar voice hissed.
"Tweek?" Cora said, even though her voice was muffled.
"Cora?"
"I ... can't breathe."
"Oh. Sorry." Tweek stood, helping Cora up. "Look. Don't travel in the halls, OK? Go in the vents."
"Tweek, what the hell is going on?!"
"HCF invasion."
"Wesker?" Cora asked faintly. Tweek nodded. Cora was suddenly paralyzed with fear. A radio at Tweek's belt crackled, calling for backup at the front hall.
"Cora, go through the vents. To the armory, OK?" and with that, Tweek was gone, leaving Cora standing there.
"They're in the vents, sir!" The young private saluted.
"Then smoke them out." Robert Watts gave a smile as the private smiled and scurried out. "Leave them alive, though!" he called. Wesker would be pleased with this,s oh yes he would. Flamethrowers were being set up at every ventelation system. This wouldn't take long.
Cora clanked along, gritting her teeth. She needed company. She was all alone up in these vents and ... she suddenly let out a shriek as smoke and fire burst towards her in the vents. There was laughter as she shrieked, wriggling away from the flames. The smoke kept coming though, filling her lungs. There was no escape.
/I have to get out, or I'll die./ Cora said.
"I surrender." she called out between coughs. "Stop it! I surrender. Stop it!" the last was a frantic, throatripping shriek. The smoke and the fire ceased. Still coughing, Cora made her way to the vent cover. If she tried to get away, she didn't think they would stop - no matter how much she screamed.
She reached towards the vent entrance to pull herself out, when a firm hand grasped her wrist and pulled as hard as it could. Cora gasped as the sharpness of the ventelation duct cut her stomach and her back. Putting a hand to her stomach, she removed her hand. The fingers were wet and red.
"Oh God." she whispered.
"What's your name?" the man asked simply.
"Cora Merandez." she said softly. "Could you ... My stomach." Cora gave a weak gesture.
"Ah?" the man gave no sign of caring. It was as if he was asking what he was asking out of routine. "And you're with Umbrella?"
"No." Cora said sarcastically. "I'm the part of the raiding team that go around in their pajamas." Her comment was cut off, understandably, by the fist in her stomach. Cora cried out, the pain of her stomach mixing with the pain of the hit. She hit the ground, curling up in an attempt to save her skin.
"You will show respect while speaking to Robert Watts." the man said with a low voice that would brook no nonsense.
"Oh yeah?" Cora said. She had fallen to her knees, but she would be damned if she was going to be all docile and placid. "Who's going to make me?!"
"My superior." Watts said.
"And who's your superior? Another braindead marine type?"
"No."
"Oh - so he's not a marine?"
"Have you heard of Albert Wesker?" Watts asked. Cora froze, staring at Watts with wide eyes.
"No." she shook her head as if to deny it. Watts cracked a small smile.
"Yes. I'll just tell him that you're here to see him then." Watts unhooked the radio from his belt, fending off the attacks of Cora easily.
"Nononono, please God no!" Cora said frantically.
"Hello, Captain Wesker? I have an Umbrella soldier here, from Team Biohazard. Goes by the name of Cora Merandez. Thank you. Yes, my location is the same. Over and out " Watts clipped the radio onto his belt and gave a large grin to the struggling Cora.
"What the hell?" Cora said out loud. She peered down the pit. A crash of lightning follow by the drums of thunder allowed her a glimpse - zombies. Cora backed off from the pit, turning around to go backwards. There was no backwards, only a brick wall. Suddenly, a door opened in the thick stone.
"Come this way, Cora." It was Turnbull, gesturing urgently. Suddenly, Salven pushed him out of the way - wearing a bright orange jump suit and a party hat. He opened his mouth, and blaring sirens came out./
"What the...?!" Cora burst up into a sitting position. The alarms were blaring full blast. Cora didn't know what they meant - but when did alarms blaring at two in the morning bode well for anybody?
Cora sprang to her feet, ignoring the fact that her clothes were not well made for combat or for stealth. Bright pink with bunny rabbits - childish, but comfortable. She grabbed the crate full of knives, slipping them back into their old hiding places. They felt ... right there.
She grabbed her Glock and tucked it into the waist band of her jammy pants, then headed outside. Silence. She continued to creep down the hall silently, silently. Not that not making noise would do any good - she pratically glew. Bright pink, at that.
There was suddenly the rattle of vents above her, and a dark shape dropped down and tackled Cora, putting a hand over her mouth.
"Don't move." a familiar voice hissed.
"Tweek?" Cora said, even though her voice was muffled.
"Cora?"
"I ... can't breathe."
"Oh. Sorry." Tweek stood, helping Cora up. "Look. Don't travel in the halls, OK? Go in the vents."
"Tweek, what the hell is going on?!"
"HCF invasion."
"Wesker?" Cora asked faintly. Tweek nodded. Cora was suddenly paralyzed with fear. A radio at Tweek's belt crackled, calling for backup at the front hall.
"Cora, go through the vents. To the armory, OK?" and with that, Tweek was gone, leaving Cora standing there.
"They're in the vents, sir!" The young private saluted.
"Then smoke them out." Robert Watts gave a smile as the private smiled and scurried out. "Leave them alive, though!" he called. Wesker would be pleased with this,s oh yes he would. Flamethrowers were being set up at every ventelation system. This wouldn't take long.
Cora clanked along, gritting her teeth. She needed company. She was all alone up in these vents and ... she suddenly let out a shriek as smoke and fire burst towards her in the vents. There was laughter as she shrieked, wriggling away from the flames. The smoke kept coming though, filling her lungs. There was no escape.
/I have to get out, or I'll die./ Cora said.
"I surrender." she called out between coughs. "Stop it! I surrender. Stop it!" the last was a frantic, throatripping shriek. The smoke and the fire ceased. Still coughing, Cora made her way to the vent cover. If she tried to get away, she didn't think they would stop - no matter how much she screamed.
She reached towards the vent entrance to pull herself out, when a firm hand grasped her wrist and pulled as hard as it could. Cora gasped as the sharpness of the ventelation duct cut her stomach and her back. Putting a hand to her stomach, she removed her hand. The fingers were wet and red.
"Oh God." she whispered.
"What's your name?" the man asked simply.
"Cora Merandez." she said softly. "Could you ... My stomach." Cora gave a weak gesture.
"Ah?" the man gave no sign of caring. It was as if he was asking what he was asking out of routine. "And you're with Umbrella?"
"No." Cora said sarcastically. "I'm the part of the raiding team that go around in their pajamas." Her comment was cut off, understandably, by the fist in her stomach. Cora cried out, the pain of her stomach mixing with the pain of the hit. She hit the ground, curling up in an attempt to save her skin.
"You will show respect while speaking to Robert Watts." the man said with a low voice that would brook no nonsense.
"Oh yeah?" Cora said. She had fallen to her knees, but she would be damned if she was going to be all docile and placid. "Who's going to make me?!"
"My superior." Watts said.
"And who's your superior? Another braindead marine type?"
"No."
"Oh - so he's not a marine?"
"Have you heard of Albert Wesker?" Watts asked. Cora froze, staring at Watts with wide eyes.
"No." she shook her head as if to deny it. Watts cracked a small smile.
"Yes. I'll just tell him that you're here to see him then." Watts unhooked the radio from his belt, fending off the attacks of Cora easily.
"Nononono, please God no!" Cora said frantically.
"Hello, Captain Wesker? I have an Umbrella soldier here, from Team Biohazard. Goes by the name of Cora Merandez. Thank you. Yes, my location is the same. Over and out " Watts clipped the radio onto his belt and gave a large grin to the struggling Cora.
