Cora had no idea what time it was when the vehicles' rumbling finally ceased, but she knew that she was ravenous, exhausted, and parched. She had not had a drop of water for what seemed like ages, and the last time she had eaten was but a dim memory. Alanna had dropped off, mumbling to herself softly in her sleep.
"Gabe." she murmured as the motion stopped. "You've come." Cora pitied the young girl. She couldn't be over eighteen. Cora spun smoothly on her heel, reaching for a dagger that wasn't there as the back door slid open.
Even though it was night, Albert Wesker was wearing his sunglasses. Cora froze, letting out a soft hiss between her teeth.
"Hello, ladies." he said casually, stepping up into their small cell. "I trust you had a comfortable ride?"
"Gabe ..." Alanna shook her head, large eyes raising to see Wesker. She squeaked, curling up into a little ball.
"Of course we didn't have a comfortable ride!" Cora snapped. "No food, no water, no beds ..."
Before Cora could continue her list of grieviences, Wesker smiled. That was the only warning he gave - a slow, deliberate smile. Before Cora could puzzle that out, or even react, she was on the cold floor. His fist had driven all of the air out of her lungs, leaving her gasping and struggling to regain her senses. Alanna screamed.
"Now, now, Miss Merandez. You remember that your life is of no great importance to me?"
"I hate you." was all Cora could say as she struggled to her feet. Air came to her lungs now, but it was still difficult.
Wesker eyed the two up and down. Alanna looked pale and distraught, small and weak. Cora's cheeks were hollow, her movements slow - she hadn't been eating enough since Hulio had died, and she had never been plump.
"I'll have necessities brought in for you two." Wesker told them then. "As much use as we can gain from corpses, I will look forward to you screaming, Miss Merandez." Wesker left the vehicle as unmomentously as he had come, but he glanced over his shoulder at Cora. Cora could swear that she saw a flash of red behind those shades.

/"Hello, I've encountered Wesker and I'm calling for back-" Cora didn't finish her sentence as Wesker's slid the glasses slightly enough to reveal golden eyes, shot though with red - and slitted like a cat's.
Cora froze on the spot. All the training that she had had was completely out of her mind. Her brain was blank. The radio fell from her hand, bouncing and rolling to a stop somewhere between Cora and Wesker. ... Sliding out one of her remaining daggers, she struck. The knife slipped smoothly into the breast bone. Wesker stared at Cora for a moment.
"Take that." she panted.
"You do have balls, I'll give you that." Wesker's voice was unstrained, his face showing nothing. He yanked the dagger out without ceremony and threw it back over to the others. "However, it doesn't seem that you have much else."/
Cora left out a soft moan, sitting down. Even then, two soldiers came in with trays. Cora thought one was Watts, but by the pale moonlight, she could only make out a few features. Besides, she only had eyes for what was on the tray being set in front of her.
A large plastic cup, filled with ramen noodles - the type that you popped into the microwave for a few minutes for a quick lunch. A large, buttered bun - still warm! - that had been sliced open and filled with roast beef. A bottle of Coke. An airtight package filled with the little doughy cookies that you might get in a cafeteria.
Cora gulped down a forkful of ramen noodles - but they were too hot, so she instead turned to her sandwich, tearing off enormous mouthfuls and barely chewing.
"You're hungry." Alanna said.
"Yeah." Cora said as soon as she had swallowed. "I am. Haven't ate well in a while." She turned back to devouring her sandwich, washing down the mouthfuls with swigs from the Coke. Alanna nearly poked at her food.
"I'm a vegetarian." she said glumly. "And I'm not eating anything from them! It could be poisoned."
"I'll eat it!" Cora volunteered as she licked the crumbs off of her fingers and turned to the noodles.
"It's not going to run away from you."
"It might." Cora said, drinking the broth at the bottom. It was only powder and water, but Cora needed every ounce of strength she could get. She turned to the other woman's meal, saving the cookies from both trays as a kind of dessert.
Alanna looked miserable, but Cora's mood was raised quickly as she drained what was left of the bottle. A pity it was plastic - if it was glass, she could stab someone. Watts left some bandages and disinfectant, and Cora took care of her wound quickly and easily. She caught sight of herself on a small, shiny attachment on Watt's suit. She looked healthier, better.
/A better test subject, maybe. But you'll never catch me. You will never hold Cora Merandez./
Cora turned to doing pushups. Her scrapes burnt like fire, but she continued to work away. So concentrated was she on her excersise, that she didn't notice the newcomer.
"Cora!" Alanna squealed, but it was too late. The boot caught her in the head. For a moment, all Cora saw was black with dancing stars. She lay on her back, gasping and mewling - until her vision cleared and she saw Wesker with a boot on her chest. Then her cries turned into snarls.
"You rat bastard!" she cursed.
"Language." Wesker said softly, the pressure increasing on her chest until breath came raspily.
"Fine. Fine." Cora said, laying still. It was possible that Wesker wouldn't let Cora die until he could expiriment on her - but she wouldn't be surprised if he shot her for being a nuisance.
"So." Wesker said, eyes hidden and face showing nothing. "Where do I start?"