Cora sliced off the sleeves of her jammies and tied them together, wrapping them around the bloody marks left by the vent. Thank God that they were not deep, or else Cora would probably need more than just her sleeves.
Watts made her disarm, so she laid her daggers in a neat pile and put the Glock on top.
"Sit down, and don't move." Watts ordered. Cora slowly sat, wincing at the pain in her middle, and wrapped her arms around her knees. The familiar blur of movement suddenly streaked towards them. Wesker. Cora flinched back, burying her face in her knees.
/Please don't recognize me./
"You have a prisioner then, Watts?"
"Yes sir!" Watts saluted. "Cora Merandez, she says her name is." Cora didn't need to look up to know that there was cold smirk growing on the face of Wesker. Sure enough, when someone seized a handful of her hair, jerking her up so that she was standing on her tippy toes and mewling with pain, Wesker had that small smile on.
"Hello, Cora." he said, still with that small smirk on his face.
"You really think you can get away with carrying me off?" Cora gave a hoarse laugh. "You really think no one will persue you?!"
"Watts, how many employees of Umbrella have you killed?" Wesker asked in an offhand way.
"Lost count at the two dozen mark, sir."
"You see, Cora?" Wesker gave that smirk again. "We'll be far, far away from here by the time that they notice that you're not among the dead." He turned back to the HCF troops. "We have what we're looking for?" he barked.
"Yes sir, we have the data disk!"
"And any other prisoners?"
"Yes, we have three scientists and two soldiers besides this one."
"We're moving out then." Wesker said casually. Without another word, he scooped up Cora.
"Hey! Put me down!" she protested. Wesker didn't listen, as that sickening blur moved again. Except this time, Cora was part of the blur. Again, her stomach sloshed about sickeningly. "Somebody help me!" she screamed, trying to orient herself. All she could see was the blur of her captor's legs, and her own hair getting in her face, and the tiles of the floor rapidly being eaten up by Wesker's quick movements. Before long, the front doors to Umbrella were opening.
/This ISN'T how I wanted to escape./
There was a line of dark shapes that Cora could barely make out ahead, due to all the bouncing. As they got closer, she saw that they were a sort of hybrid between trucks and SUVs.
"NO, NO!" Cora shrieked. "Somebody help me!"
Wesker put her into the back of one of the odd vehicles.
"I'll speak with you later, Ms. Merandez." Wesker said, being mockingly polite. Another woman - this one with dark gold hair and brown eyes was placed into the back of the vehicle. She was sobbing frantically.
"Please." she pleaded. "I'm just a scientist. Please! My brother will hurt you, he will..."
"I'm sure he will." Wesker said, checking his watch and casually pulling down the back of the vehicle. Cora and the scientist let out identical screams as blackness surrounded them. There was a loud noise as all the vehicles began to move away.
"Oh God... Oh God..." Cora could not make out the scientist, but she sounded panicked. Cora tried to keep her head.
"Do you have any way to make light?" she said gently.
"I ... I have a flashlight ... all scientists do ... just incase there's a blackout or we have to work late."
"Well, let's turn it on then." Cora encouraged the woman. There was a click, revealing the pretty young woman. The light seemed to encourage her - she gave a wavering smile.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Cora Merandez." The young woman reminded her of Amelia, in a way - before Umbrella had gotten to her. They both had that innocent, wide eyed look to them. "I'll get you out of this mess, trust me."
"R-really?" the scientist swallowed. She had red scores on her cheeks where she had dug her fingernails in. "I'm ... I'm Alanna Turnbull."
Cora nearly dropped the flashlight.
"Is your brother Gabriel?"
"Is Gabe OK? Did they take him?" Alanna seemed to have taken Cora's promise to heart - but Cora didn't know is Gabriel was even alive."
"I don't know." Cora admitted. "But I'm sure that your brother can take care of himself." /He sure took care of everyone else./
Alanna relaxed, smoothing her dark gold hair over one ear and breathing more easily. The red marks were fading from her face, and the calm that was returning to her was fine.
"Are you armed?" she asked her. Now that she had control of herself, her voice was clipped and calm. She was like her brother.
"No. I can find a way to become armed, though."
"I'm sure you can." She was wrapping arrogence around herself like a shield, or a shroud.
"We'll be fine." Cora said, to convince herself as much as the frosty scientist. "We can get away."
"Can we really?" Alanna asked softly, her back to Cora. "Will they let us?"
"To hell with whether they'll let us!" exploded Cora. "We're leaving. I don't know, I might even leave Umbrella."
Alanna's eyes widened at the treason that Cora spoke. Cora scowled as her stomach rumbled. She wished that Scythe and the others would stop Wesker - but that only happened in the movies. It was only her, her and Alanna.
"We will get out." Cora promised softly.