The streets of Uranium City were narrow and dusty, and the
squat buildings that had been built in the thirties contrasted sharply with
the few taller buildings where Umbrella had renovated to suit their tastes.
Rubble crunched underneath Cora's feet, and she stopped and sighed. It was a rag-tag little band that she led. Hojo and Salven had burst into another argument - (Don't say that about my mother, you asshole! She's in California, how is that even POSSIBLE?!) - and Cassandra was looking terrified and pale and trying her best to pretend that she wasn't.
"What's wrong?" Cassandra asked. She was holding her gun sideways, in an imitation of the movies. Despite the long hours that she spent at the shooting range, Cassandra was not cut out for combat. At least she wasn't as bad as Catherine. Running off to find a pay phone? Cora sighed again.
"Nothing." Cora admitted. She glanced around, then admitted to Cassandra in a low voice : "Okay. I'm just a tad bit edgy because I have a fucking virus in me and I can't even do anything cool. It's not fair."
Cassandra pondered this for a little bit.
"We could always inject you with another virus and let you grow tentacles?" Cass asked grinning.
"Not funny."
"Well, I think that tentacles would be very useful." Cass lowered her gun then peered down a side street. Her grin grew wider. "Hey! Catherine! Catherine!"
"Oh, thank God!" blurted Cora. If either of the Spencer girls even got a scratch on them, then she had a feeling that it would be better to hand herself over to Wesker then go home. Cora sped around the corner, following Cassandra. Hojo and Salven had no choice but to follow, still bickering.
Catherine Spencer was indeed there, with William Birkin. To Cora's surprise, Catherine was blushing and looking at her feet.
/Catherine? Blushing? I don't know what's weirder - this or the monsters around here./
"Catherine?" Cass strode up to her sister. "Anything wrong?"
Catherine glared at the others before whispering something in her sister's ear. Cass giggled and nodded, and Catherine resumed her icy compusure.
"The Redfields left."
"Goddamnit!" Salven punched his palm. "Even the girl? Damn!"
"Oh no." Hojo said sadly. "There's strength in numbers and..."
Catherine rode right over Hojo without even waiting for him to finish speaking. "The Redfields are trouble makers and they always destroy cities and valuable labs and ... and ... and that's evil!" she finished dramatically.
"You won't see me crying if this place is blown up." Cora shrugged.
"Miss Merandez," Birkin said in a condescending way. "I doubt that the Redfield siblings will wait for us to leave the city before destroying it."
Salven chuckled at Cora turning pink.
"So can we leave Hojo the Friendly Retard here tied to a pole?" Salven asked. Hojo socked him in the shoulder. "Ow!"
Birkin gave Catherine a look that was obviously meant just for her. His body language was obvious 'These people are morons'. Cora scowled.
/Since when were they all friendly? They hate people! They're not sociable!/
The cave seemed to be shrinking. Tweek was shifting irritably back and forth, Foxx was asleep, and Ada was typing away. She had managed to get a connection back up, but it went down periodically and squandered any chance of communcation.
And Scythe wanted to get out of this place. It was night, and he couldn't sleep. His legs were cramped from sitting still for so long, and his nerves were badly frayed.
The fires made to keep zombies off were crackling loudly, and Tweek's soft humming was growing steadily more annoying when coupled with the constant clacking of Ada's keyboard.
Suddenly, soft footsteps made their way to the cave. Ducking around the fires, Alexia Ashford entered the cave, a soft smile on her face. She did not seem phased by the fact that they had all swung their guns to point at her.
"Where is everyone? What's been going on?" Scythe asked tersely.
"The remainder of your comrades are presently located in Uranium City." Alexia glanced disdainfully at Ada. "I suceeding in finding a veriable source of transportation. A jet."
"Why are you wasting your kindness on us?" Scythe asked a bit irritably. He paused. "My apologies, Dr. Ashford. It's been a long night." He didn't like having to accept help from this woman. She was too smug.
Alexia did not answer, merely wove her way out. She paused at the mouth of the cave.
"Get into the jet. I will go and retrieve the others." and Alexia left. Tweek scowled after her.
"Bitch." he pronounced.
"Foxx, help Tweek get to the jet. Ada, you okay?"
"I'm fine." she said, getting to her feet gladly. Scythe still scowled to himself. There had to be some plan that Alexia was hatching. But what?
Rubble crunched underneath Cora's feet, and she stopped and sighed. It was a rag-tag little band that she led. Hojo and Salven had burst into another argument - (Don't say that about my mother, you asshole! She's in California, how is that even POSSIBLE?!) - and Cassandra was looking terrified and pale and trying her best to pretend that she wasn't.
"What's wrong?" Cassandra asked. She was holding her gun sideways, in an imitation of the movies. Despite the long hours that she spent at the shooting range, Cassandra was not cut out for combat. At least she wasn't as bad as Catherine. Running off to find a pay phone? Cora sighed again.
"Nothing." Cora admitted. She glanced around, then admitted to Cassandra in a low voice : "Okay. I'm just a tad bit edgy because I have a fucking virus in me and I can't even do anything cool. It's not fair."
Cassandra pondered this for a little bit.
"We could always inject you with another virus and let you grow tentacles?" Cass asked grinning.
"Not funny."
"Well, I think that tentacles would be very useful." Cass lowered her gun then peered down a side street. Her grin grew wider. "Hey! Catherine! Catherine!"
"Oh, thank God!" blurted Cora. If either of the Spencer girls even got a scratch on them, then she had a feeling that it would be better to hand herself over to Wesker then go home. Cora sped around the corner, following Cassandra. Hojo and Salven had no choice but to follow, still bickering.
Catherine Spencer was indeed there, with William Birkin. To Cora's surprise, Catherine was blushing and looking at her feet.
/Catherine? Blushing? I don't know what's weirder - this or the monsters around here./
"Catherine?" Cass strode up to her sister. "Anything wrong?"
Catherine glared at the others before whispering something in her sister's ear. Cass giggled and nodded, and Catherine resumed her icy compusure.
"The Redfields left."
"Goddamnit!" Salven punched his palm. "Even the girl? Damn!"
"Oh no." Hojo said sadly. "There's strength in numbers and..."
Catherine rode right over Hojo without even waiting for him to finish speaking. "The Redfields are trouble makers and they always destroy cities and valuable labs and ... and ... and that's evil!" she finished dramatically.
"You won't see me crying if this place is blown up." Cora shrugged.
"Miss Merandez," Birkin said in a condescending way. "I doubt that the Redfield siblings will wait for us to leave the city before destroying it."
Salven chuckled at Cora turning pink.
"So can we leave Hojo the Friendly Retard here tied to a pole?" Salven asked. Hojo socked him in the shoulder. "Ow!"
Birkin gave Catherine a look that was obviously meant just for her. His body language was obvious 'These people are morons'. Cora scowled.
/Since when were they all friendly? They hate people! They're not sociable!/
The cave seemed to be shrinking. Tweek was shifting irritably back and forth, Foxx was asleep, and Ada was typing away. She had managed to get a connection back up, but it went down periodically and squandered any chance of communcation.
And Scythe wanted to get out of this place. It was night, and he couldn't sleep. His legs were cramped from sitting still for so long, and his nerves were badly frayed.
The fires made to keep zombies off were crackling loudly, and Tweek's soft humming was growing steadily more annoying when coupled with the constant clacking of Ada's keyboard.
Suddenly, soft footsteps made their way to the cave. Ducking around the fires, Alexia Ashford entered the cave, a soft smile on her face. She did not seem phased by the fact that they had all swung their guns to point at her.
"Where is everyone? What's been going on?" Scythe asked tersely.
"The remainder of your comrades are presently located in Uranium City." Alexia glanced disdainfully at Ada. "I suceeding in finding a veriable source of transportation. A jet."
"Why are you wasting your kindness on us?" Scythe asked a bit irritably. He paused. "My apologies, Dr. Ashford. It's been a long night." He didn't like having to accept help from this woman. She was too smug.
Alexia did not answer, merely wove her way out. She paused at the mouth of the cave.
"Get into the jet. I will go and retrieve the others." and Alexia left. Tweek scowled after her.
"Bitch." he pronounced.
"Foxx, help Tweek get to the jet. Ada, you okay?"
"I'm fine." she said, getting to her feet gladly. Scythe still scowled to himself. There had to be some plan that Alexia was hatching. But what?