The black curtain parted and Cora's vision focused. The ceiling was a pale pink colour. The bed was soft beneath her back and the blanket covered her up to the chin.
"Ohh, my head." Cora winced, then reconsidered the thought. "Oh, my everything." She climbed out of bed, realizing that she was merely dressed in her undergarments. It appeared she had earned quite a few more scars. A criss cross on her side, a thin knife edge on her back and it's twin on her stomach, and a round puckered one from one of her beatings just below her knee. She dressed quickly, purposely choosing a pink angora sweater and jeans. The least assassin like clothing that she could find in the closet.
She headed downstairs, figuring that she was in a hotel of some sort. The maids scurrying through the halls reminded her of the maids back home in the Twisting Snake Inn and all sorts of bars back home in Mexico.
"Miss, are you lost?" one woman asked.
"Yes." Cora said. "No." all she knew was that she was somewhere in ... Europe? "Is there a group from Umbrella in the hotel?"
"Yes, Miss, they're in the lobby."
"Thank you." Cora said, and then hurried down the stairs. She stumbled into the library. Indeed, Team Biohazard were scattered about randomly.
"Oh, you're awake?" Ada looked up from her laptop, her fingers pausing in the middle of typing.
"Where's Cobra?" Cora asked.
Silence.
"Where's Cobra?" repeated Cora.
"Don't you remember?" This was Reeve.
"No. What should I remember?"
"Cobra's dead." Scythe stood up, and put something in her hand. "We found this on you. It belonged to him so ..." Scythe shrugged. Cora clutched what was in her hand - the diversion grenade.
Then she realized - all of her thoughts were coming from the same voice. No more Rebel and Angel. She was just Cora, just a woman.
You expect movie endings to the chapters in your life, the bad guy ends up dead, the hero escapes with perhaps a scar or a nightmare, and life goes on. But it never works out that way.
Cora sighed, leaning back in the chair. There were no tears, no agony, no numbness. Only acceptance. Acceptance of the death of Cobra, acceptance that Cora could fight no longer. She was starting a new life. She was a new woman.
"I guess I'm like a phoenix. I keep on living." Cora grinned.
"You getting a codename on us now?" Ada asked.
"You're not one to talk, Pandora." Scythe said sarcastically. Ada turned red.
"Yeah." Cora said in response to Ada's question. A new name for a new life. "So. When are we going home?"

A/N: End the first bit of the Cora Universe.

The next story will be 'Kamikaze', and will star Cora 'Phoenix' Merandez, as well as the rest of Team Biohazard – with the new addition of a man we all know and love (Hint, hint, he has a wife named Lydia). However, there will be old enemies from the game and new characters from my twisted mind.

'Oh, That Salven!' will be added to whenever I feel like adding to Salven's misadventures. It's not a piece I have any commitment or attachment too

I'd like to thank Hello Captain, Shakahnna, Thia, Spider-bear, AminaSola, RE Lady, SnakeDynasty andkhearts

You guys can make me fly higher than an emu, for you are the wind beneath my wings