"You could start by getting your boot off of me?" Cora asked hopefully. Wesker merely stared at her through those shades. "Or you could... not. Whatever works for you!" Cora flashed a bright smile, which faded. The pressure increased substantially on her chest - and Cora opened her mouth to tell her that she couldn't breath, that he was killing her... but all that came out was a desperate yowl.
"Get off of her!" screamed Alanna, getting to her feet. "You're killing her."
"I had forgotten how lax the training was at Umbrella." Wesker said calmly, and before either of them could react, there was a gun in his hand pointing at Alanna.
"Please..." Cora croaked. "Don't ... shoot ..." she trailed off into wheezes and gasps.
"Right, right. I have orders ..." Wesker grimaces at that word. "Not to kill you. Not yet."
"Thank God." Cora breathed as the pressure loosened on her.
"It seems that the other soldiers died. One struggled and was shot. The other committed suicide. You are a treasure trove of information."
"And you're an asshole."
"Do not think that this somehow means that your life is in great demand." Wesker removed his boot and Cora gulped air hungrily. She did not have long though. The boot crashed into her side, sending her crashing into the wall. Cora lay still.
/Let him think I'm not able to hurt him. That way when I do escape, I'll have the element of surprise./
"And you, Alanna. Your scientists are apparently low ranking. We're letting them go."
"They'll die out in this cold!" Alanna protested.
"Would you rather it was you?"
"No."
/She really is a Turnbull./ Cora thought disdainfully. But then she quashed the thought. /You're not leaving without her. She looked just like Amelia ... And even now, you can tell she's terrified./
"So. HCF wants you two nice and plump and healthy." Wesker said. "And talking. I think that the quicker this interrogation is over with, then the quicker that you two can join your comrades. You , Merandez, will be dead. And you, Turnbull, can run back to Paris. If you survive, that is."
Alanna and Cora looked at eachother with rapidly paling faces.
"If you think that I always follow orders though." Wesker paused, cracking his knuckles. "Well, let me just say that you better not push your luck. Now, let's get this little farce over with."
/Oh God. How long will I be able to hold out without saying anything?/
"Captain Wesker, Sir?" Watts asked.
"What is it, soldier?" Wesker said. He did not move, his expression remaining the same, but he still seemed angry somehow. No , not angry. Disappointed. Disappointed that he couldn't hurt Cora and Alanna.
"The B.O.W.'s that we're carrying... they're getting restless."
"And I am supposed to care?" Wesker turned around then, arching an eyebrow. Watts paled.
"Sir, I thought..."
"B.O.W.'s are restless because they want human flesh. You know what the solution is, don't you?"
"No, sir."
"Kill Wales. He gets on my on my nerves. Let the monsters have some fun."
"You're a monster!" exclaimed Cora.
"And the prisoners, sir?" asked Watts.
"Just because I am not a sheep does not mean I disobey orders for the hell of it. No, keeping them alive for now suits me."
"But as for Wales?"
"You are so inept that you can't kill a man?" Wesker sneered. "Fine. I'll do it. You watch these weasels."
"Yes, sir!"
"Oh great." Cora muttered. "Just great!"
"We're not going to die, are we?" Alanna said, her cold, frosty demenour gone. She was the scared girl again.
"No." Cora shook her head, eyeing Watts. He was a large man, and armed. There was no escape - for now.
"Can't we just knock him over and run?"
"We wouldn't get too far. He'd shoot us both in the back. And they wouldn't have too much trouble hiding someone in a labcoat in the snow."
"What if I pretend to be sick?"
"Too cliched."
"What if you offer to flash him?" Alanna asked hopefully. Cora stared at her.
"NO!" she said, so emphatically that Watts actually turned around to gance at them. "I am NOT doing that."
"Why not?"
"It might work with an imbicle like Salven." Cora said in a too calm voice. "BUT NOT WITH ANYONE WITH A PEA FOR A BRAIN!"
"Calm down! You're going to attract attention!" Alanna said. Cora scowled, but didn't move.
"If you want to try your stupid plan, then go ahead." Cora snapped. "And see what that gets you. If you're lucky, probably Wesker'll give you a little present." Alanna stared at Cora, striken. Cora felt guilty, but she stood up and patted the younger woman on the back. She wasn't good at this whole 'providing comfort' thing. At Cora's touch, Alanna burst into hysterical sobs.
"I'm sorry." she wailed.
"Uh ... there, there."
"I just wanted to help!"
"I know you did." Cora said awkardly. This pain increased as Alanna began to sob into Cora's shoulder. This WASN'T in the job description.