A/N: Sorry about taking so long. My web site has been taking up a lot of my time these last couple weeks.

HCF Camp…

The tribe heads back to camp, all of them sporting very large red marks on their faces and contemplating just how much joy killing W.C. would bring them. Jill and Rebecca are a bit worried about what may have happened to poor Brad. Cameraman H, G disappeared during the hurricane, corners Jill.

"Well who knows what that evil vile woman could be doing to him?" Jill shudders a bit, just thinking about it. "I mean, it's one thing to torture Wesker he pretty much deserves it. But, poor Brad…he's been tortured enough during the games."

Cameraman H nods his agreement then wanders off to corner someone else.

"Poor, poor, Brad." Rebecca shakes her head. "Poor, poor, poor, poor, Brad."

While Rebecca continues to lament over what may or may not be happening to Brad, Alexia is delivering vast amounts of punishment to Alfred.

"How dare you leave me to be attacked by T-Virus infected moths and bats?"

Each shouted word was punctuated by a loud slap to Alfred's head. Alfred, for his part, was doing his best to escape, but failing miserably at it.

W.C.'s Apartment…

"Let me out of here!"

Brad is beating against the closet door, which is padlocked and steel reinforced, trying to get anyone to listen to him. However, the only person within shouting distance is Wesker, stripped down to a pair of black silk boxers and still tied to the bed.

"Shut up Vickers, you're giving me a headache!"

"You shut up!" Bard snaps, ceasing his pounding. "You're a bio enhanced freak of nature, can't you do something!"

"If I could have gotten out of here, don't you think I'd have done it by now you moron?"

"Look here blondie, I…ewww."

Wesker lifted his head up, looking uncharacteristically worried, and stared at the closet door.

"What does ewww mean?"

"I just stepped on something…soft."

Wesker glanced toward the door of the room, then looked back at the closet. Not only does he look worried, he now looks scared.

"Tell me it is not a dead body."

"Well, it's a foot and it's connected to a leg. But I think it's breathing."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, it's kinda of dark in here…give me a minute."

Wesker listens intently as there are some shuffling sounds from within the closet. Finally, after five minutes, Brad's harried voice filters into the bedroom.

"It's a guy."

"I don't want to know how you found that out." Wesker looks ready to hurl. "I really don't."

"I didn't feel him up you pervert. I'm just making the assumption that W.C.'s door doesn't swing both ways because of the whole "Kissing Jill" thing at the last immunity challenge. Besides, women don't usually tote around big ass swords on their backs."

Before Wesker can comment a new, slightly deeper voice joins Brad's from the closet.

"Buddy, let go of my leg."

There is an audible thud followed by a small crash.

"Sorry." Brad squeaked. "I was checking to see if you were still alive."

"Thanks for the concern." The voice is deep and sarcastic. "Unfortunately I am still alive and still trapped in this damn closet. By the way, name's Dante and the guy you're standing on is my brother, Vergil."

There are a few more crashing sounds, followed by some cursing. Wesker cranes his head up further, like that is going to help him to find out what is going on.

"Brad what the hell is going on in there!"

"Get off me you ignorant moron!" Vergil snaps, getting to his feet. "How is a person supposed to sleep?"

"Umm…well Wesker it's kinda hard to explain." Brad sounds more than a bit confused. "But it looks like W.C. has been kidnapping characters for a while now."

"Who are you talking to?" Dante's voice filters into the room, sounding a might concerned. "She's not back is she?"

"God I hope not." Vergil snapped. "Crazy bitch."

"No, she's not back, that's my ex-boss, Wesker." Brad sighed heavily. "W.C. kidnapped him too."

"Ooooohhhh." Vergil and Dante say in unison. "That's the new toy she's been playing with."

Before Wesker can explode is some semblance of his normal evil anger, something wet plops onto his head. Wesker's eyes shot up and he let out a sigh of relief. There was a soft squeak of joy and the wet thing slid off his head to his arm.

"Bob…thank God, get me out of here…"

Tribal Council Area…

W.C. is grinning wildly, now dressed in Claire's outfit from Code Veronica, and still wearing Wesker's sunglasses perched on her nose. Currently she imagining all the fun things she can do with Brad when she gets back to her apartment. While having her slightly X-rated fantasies, involving some whip cream and a pair of handcuffs, the HCF tribe shows up.

The tribe looks around warily before sitting down. By now all of them are more than slightly alarmed at Brad's absence. They are also more than slightly concerned at the current look on W.C.'s face. Finally W.C. snaps out of her wicked fantasies and smiles at them.

"How is everyone today?" Her grin widens. "Enjoy the pizza."

There is a murmur of yes among the survivors.

"Oh good. Due to a minor problem I'm afraid Brad won't be joining us. I'm positive that Alfred doesn't want to give up his immunity so let's vote, shall we?"

IMPORTANT NEWS BREAK

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you some late breaking news from the courthouse in downtown New York City. As know this is where the Umbrella Vs. HCF civil trial is going on. We go live to our correspondent in the field, Christina Wesker."

"This is Christina Wesker, live in front of New York City supreme court." Ice smiles brightly for the camera. Hey, everybody needs a day job. "Moments ago a fight broke out between Umbrella CEO, Ozwell Spencer and Harvard Pharmaceutical CEO, Commander Vincent. The fight was apparently instigated when Commander Vincent accused Sir Ozwell Spencer of being, and I quote, An idiot with a stupid accent and dumb company name."

"Sir Spencer retorted with, and I quote, Well at least I'm not an ex-employee with bad hair! The situation deteriorated from there. We will be covering this story as it develops. Back to you Margaret."

"We now return you to the show already in progress."

Tribal Council…

Alexia glared at the assembled tribe members. W.C. was still smiling brightly and holding the voting jar. Alexia jumped to her feet, screaming, pouting, and generally acting like a spoiled brat.

"How dare you vote me off?" Alexia mutated, waving her arms around, spraying fire everywhere. "I cannot be voted off! I WILL NOT BE VOTED OFF!"

While the rest of the tribe took cover, W.C. slipped on a pair of asbestos lined gloves and grabbed Alexia by the back of the neck. The cage came into view and W.C. threw her inside. This of course caused poor Carlos, Nemmy, and Morpheus to completely freak out and attempt to escape. Screams of pain could be heard as the cage disappeared from sight. The rest of the tribe looked at each other and scattered into the trees.

W.C. shrugged, dropped the gloves, and skipped off camera…

Somewhere on the island…

Alex leaned against Chris, fanning her face with a large palm leaf. Skippy and his brother sat perched on her head, sleeping. Leon and Claire were sitting under a nearby palm tree, cracking open a few coconuts. Nicholai had finally recovered from his flu and was off in the trees with Ada…you don't want to know what they are doing. Alyssa was still hanging unconscious from the tree, no one seemed to care. Yoko was cooking a couple formerly beautiful exotic parrots. Near the fire Hunk was playing with some random sticks, while Birkin examined him to try and figure out how to reverse his amnesia.

"Umm…can I please be let out now?"

There is a universal no from everyone conscious. Annette sighs glumly, resting her head on the dirt. She is currently buried up to her neck in the hole Ada had been digging for William earlier. Needless to say she in not happy.

Back at W.C.'s Apartment…

W.C. threw her door open and skipped happily into her bedroom.

"I'm home!"

Her smile slipped as she stared at the now vacant bedroom. The chains she had tied Wesker to the bed with were empty and the closet door was standing wide open. Her eyes fell to the floor and the slim leech trail leading from the bed out the bedroom window. She sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I lose more video game characters that way."

At a bar far far far away from W.C.'s apartment…

Dante, Vergil, Brad, and Wesker are now plastered and singing various folk songs. Unfortunately Wesker and Brad are so drunk they do not see the two Survivor Producers sneaking up on them with a net…

Next Time on Survivor…

Wesker and Brad return to the island…

A new painful immunity challenge…