Cora woke up, her head feeling packed with wool still. But the damp
stickiness in her ears had vanished, and the world was going along at
normal pace along with the audio. Thank God.
"Cobra?" she asked faintly. Alanna was there.
"Oh my god," she said in a single breath. "You're alive, you're OK."
"Did you think I was dead?" Cora asked, amused, slightly. Then she winced, putting a hand to your head.
"Your boyfriend is so worried." gushed Alanna.
"Boyfriend?"
"Mmhmm!" Alanna made a sound of agreement, tucking dark gold hair behind her ear. "He's acting like your his little sister or something." She giggled. "It's cute."
"I am his little sister, in a way." Cora sat up. Her clothes were stained with mud. "Same UBCS team."
"Oh." Alanna seemed baffled by that. None of the scientists seemed very close - they were constantly jockeying for attention from the superiors, it seemed. Or else being snooty little geniuses. Soldiers had to work together though, to trust each other.
If not, they would all be like Best.
"Anyways, he's not my boyfriend." confirmed Cora. "Just a friend." She slowly got to her feet.
"We're nearly there." Alanna sounded terrified.
Cora cursed.
"If help doesn't come soon..." she darted out the back. Alanna shrieked, then followed. She had to talk to Cobra and the other prisioner. They had to escape.
Bolt, leader of the Delta Team, frowned as his team floundered up the hill. One small, weasely person in particular seemed to be having trouble. It was Jonas Best, Tactics Expert. He had planned out a fairly good plan.
Of course, Bolt didn't know shit about tactics.
"This is bullshit!" Talbot complained for the third time. Talbot was the legendary Irene Dinzali, but her husband's death had made her upset. Now she was on the arm of Gabriel Turnbull. Bolt would have thought her too smart for that.
He was as quickthinking as his name and he liked to think that he looked like a Bolt. With sleeked back, silvery hair that belied his age, and a bold forward nose, he liked to think that he looked like his name. Quick. Slender. Deadly.
"What's bullshit, Talbot?"
"This entire operation!" she said. "The tactics are dumb as all hell!"
"Hey!" Best whined.
"Shut up Best, you're a nimrod." snarled Talbot. The two glared at eachother, before Best went to flounce off. Except he didn't flounce too well, and if Bolt hadn't had grabbed his wrist he would had slid down below.
They reached the peak of the hill, and then Talbot grinned.
"Maybe they weren't so bad." she admitted. "The base is down below."
"See?" Best said.
Talbot didn't seem convinced though. The base was mobile, semi- pernament, and they wouldn't be able to chase it. She noticed one of the men, clad in black, glance up towards the hills.
"Drop down!" she hissed. Bolt glanced at her.
"Why?" he asked languidly. "We can't be spotted by the naked eye."
"Wesker." she reminded him. Bolt began to laugh. Talbot slapped a hand over her mouth, her dark green eyes. "He can hear better, too."
"I'm not afraid of a super human." Bolt said. "Super human my ass anyways. He's probably just some guy who's quicker than normal!"
Talbot let out a hiss of frustration. Best had gone pale, and was shaking his head furiously.
"He nearly shot me!" he squeaked. This got Bolt's attention.
"With a gun? Why would he need that if he's a super human? I say we charge." Bolt entertained a small fancy of Alanna Turnbull being so grateful as to allow Bolt a kiss. But that would be as foolish as Talbot, and he wouldn't allow that.
"Alright. We'll wait until nightfall."
Talbot groaned, then finally nodded agreement. Maybe she was more loyal than she thought, or else more stupid.
Wesker gave a slow smile. Must Umbrella be so dumb? This Talbot seemed to have the right idea from what he heard. Of course, this headstrong captain of the team would be fun to play with. Wesker hadn't had a good game of cat and mouse for a while. Merandez had lost some of her edge.
He eyed them. Did they really think they were invisible up there? His eye couldn't see around the world, but he liked to think that it was pretty damn close. And what the hell were the snipers playing at?
Umbrella were inept. Wesker laughed, cracking his knuckles. What had he been thinking, going with them? Of course, he had not initially had as much choice as he had wanted in the matter, but ...
Oh. There was Merandez now, sneaking off. And that little girl - Elaine or something like that, was traipsing after her.
"I hope you aren't trying to escape?" Wesker called. Both girls stiffened. Cora turned around, eyes blazing like fire. Alanna simply stared as Wesker allowed his shades to slip a fraction. "That can't be allowed."
"Fuck off, Wesker." Cora called, but weakly.
"How's the head?" he strode over. Both women tensed - Cora in a fighting stance, Elaine as though to run. It wasn't Elaine though. Oh, who cared? She was only useful for her position as a senior scientist. She could be as smart as Birkin - or maybe it was just because she had a higher up for a brother? Anyways, she had enough information to allow HCF to give him a large payoff.
"It's ... good." Cora said, obviously unsure.
"Good. I wouldnt' want you to die."
"Fuck off!"
"Tsk." Wesker raised a hand, and Cora flinched away. Then she winced at her flinching, and she tried to smooth the fear out of her face. Oh, the self disgust he cultivated was as good as the physical vioelnce. "So weak, Merandez."
"I am not!" Cora sounded hoarse now. "I won't be like Amelia! I won't be like Mother!"
Oh, this was very interesting. Playing with HCF and Umbrella soldiers mentally was fun - mostly because of the harsh training. You could usually get them to crack quickly. The Turnbull girl didn't speak, but cowered behind the other woman.
Wesker smiled, then turned back to watching the Umbrella Team. This should be fun. They were near a city - did they think to escape there? Wesker could follow, no matter where they went.
"Cobra?" she asked faintly. Alanna was there.
"Oh my god," she said in a single breath. "You're alive, you're OK."
"Did you think I was dead?" Cora asked, amused, slightly. Then she winced, putting a hand to your head.
"Your boyfriend is so worried." gushed Alanna.
"Boyfriend?"
"Mmhmm!" Alanna made a sound of agreement, tucking dark gold hair behind her ear. "He's acting like your his little sister or something." She giggled. "It's cute."
"I am his little sister, in a way." Cora sat up. Her clothes were stained with mud. "Same UBCS team."
"Oh." Alanna seemed baffled by that. None of the scientists seemed very close - they were constantly jockeying for attention from the superiors, it seemed. Or else being snooty little geniuses. Soldiers had to work together though, to trust each other.
If not, they would all be like Best.
"Anyways, he's not my boyfriend." confirmed Cora. "Just a friend." She slowly got to her feet.
"We're nearly there." Alanna sounded terrified.
Cora cursed.
"If help doesn't come soon..." she darted out the back. Alanna shrieked, then followed. She had to talk to Cobra and the other prisioner. They had to escape.
Bolt, leader of the Delta Team, frowned as his team floundered up the hill. One small, weasely person in particular seemed to be having trouble. It was Jonas Best, Tactics Expert. He had planned out a fairly good plan.
Of course, Bolt didn't know shit about tactics.
"This is bullshit!" Talbot complained for the third time. Talbot was the legendary Irene Dinzali, but her husband's death had made her upset. Now she was on the arm of Gabriel Turnbull. Bolt would have thought her too smart for that.
He was as quickthinking as his name and he liked to think that he looked like a Bolt. With sleeked back, silvery hair that belied his age, and a bold forward nose, he liked to think that he looked like his name. Quick. Slender. Deadly.
"What's bullshit, Talbot?"
"This entire operation!" she said. "The tactics are dumb as all hell!"
"Hey!" Best whined.
"Shut up Best, you're a nimrod." snarled Talbot. The two glared at eachother, before Best went to flounce off. Except he didn't flounce too well, and if Bolt hadn't had grabbed his wrist he would had slid down below.
They reached the peak of the hill, and then Talbot grinned.
"Maybe they weren't so bad." she admitted. "The base is down below."
"See?" Best said.
Talbot didn't seem convinced though. The base was mobile, semi- pernament, and they wouldn't be able to chase it. She noticed one of the men, clad in black, glance up towards the hills.
"Drop down!" she hissed. Bolt glanced at her.
"Why?" he asked languidly. "We can't be spotted by the naked eye."
"Wesker." she reminded him. Bolt began to laugh. Talbot slapped a hand over her mouth, her dark green eyes. "He can hear better, too."
"I'm not afraid of a super human." Bolt said. "Super human my ass anyways. He's probably just some guy who's quicker than normal!"
Talbot let out a hiss of frustration. Best had gone pale, and was shaking his head furiously.
"He nearly shot me!" he squeaked. This got Bolt's attention.
"With a gun? Why would he need that if he's a super human? I say we charge." Bolt entertained a small fancy of Alanna Turnbull being so grateful as to allow Bolt a kiss. But that would be as foolish as Talbot, and he wouldn't allow that.
"Alright. We'll wait until nightfall."
Talbot groaned, then finally nodded agreement. Maybe she was more loyal than she thought, or else more stupid.
Wesker gave a slow smile. Must Umbrella be so dumb? This Talbot seemed to have the right idea from what he heard. Of course, this headstrong captain of the team would be fun to play with. Wesker hadn't had a good game of cat and mouse for a while. Merandez had lost some of her edge.
He eyed them. Did they really think they were invisible up there? His eye couldn't see around the world, but he liked to think that it was pretty damn close. And what the hell were the snipers playing at?
Umbrella were inept. Wesker laughed, cracking his knuckles. What had he been thinking, going with them? Of course, he had not initially had as much choice as he had wanted in the matter, but ...
Oh. There was Merandez now, sneaking off. And that little girl - Elaine or something like that, was traipsing after her.
"I hope you aren't trying to escape?" Wesker called. Both girls stiffened. Cora turned around, eyes blazing like fire. Alanna simply stared as Wesker allowed his shades to slip a fraction. "That can't be allowed."
"Fuck off, Wesker." Cora called, but weakly.
"How's the head?" he strode over. Both women tensed - Cora in a fighting stance, Elaine as though to run. It wasn't Elaine though. Oh, who cared? She was only useful for her position as a senior scientist. She could be as smart as Birkin - or maybe it was just because she had a higher up for a brother? Anyways, she had enough information to allow HCF to give him a large payoff.
"It's ... good." Cora said, obviously unsure.
"Good. I wouldnt' want you to die."
"Fuck off!"
"Tsk." Wesker raised a hand, and Cora flinched away. Then she winced at her flinching, and she tried to smooth the fear out of her face. Oh, the self disgust he cultivated was as good as the physical vioelnce. "So weak, Merandez."
"I am not!" Cora sounded hoarse now. "I won't be like Amelia! I won't be like Mother!"
Oh, this was very interesting. Playing with HCF and Umbrella soldiers mentally was fun - mostly because of the harsh training. You could usually get them to crack quickly. The Turnbull girl didn't speak, but cowered behind the other woman.
Wesker smiled, then turned back to watching the Umbrella Team. This should be fun. They were near a city - did they think to escape there? Wesker could follow, no matter where they went.
