Claire struggled against her bonds, the handcuffs cutting into the flesh of her wrists and her legs tightly taped together with duct tape. Her mind raced from one thing to another, stumbling over itself in trying to think a way out of this. There had to be a way out of this! Her captors leered down at her, constantly watching her. There were only three left now, in the van. The other remaining two had stayed behind, posing as homicide detectives to cover up both Claire's disappearance and the corpses of the two Umbrella operatives.

Looking up Claire observed her attackers. One of the men had a baldhead, his face blank and indifferent. The other had bright red hair and a snake tattoo on his neck that curled up onto his face. The latter crouched down and grabbed Claire painfully by the throat peering into her face. His nasty face cracked a smile, showing off crooked and broken teeth.

"Pretty one they have us picking up tonight, eh Don?" The bald guy gave a cursory glance at Claire, his arms crossed over his chest with the rifle resting on his lap. He shrugged and looked away.

"Don't try anything, Stubbs, the boss had strict orders."

Claire glared at him, wanting to wipe that sickening smile off his ugly face. With a thousand insults, running through her head it was perhaps a good thing she was unable to speak through the duct tape. Stubbs face turned from a smile to a nasty grin; in one slick movement with his other hand, he had a survival knife directly against the skin of Claire's throat. "Yeah, well don't get too comfortable now darlin'. I can always say you died in the crossfire due to resisting arrest." Stubbs smirked malevolently.

She looked away and closed her eyes. She flinched; her cry muffled by the gag as he pushed the blade into her skin softly, just enough to draw blood. Shaking slightly Claire felt the blood trickle down staining her shirt. Stubbs now seemingly bored with terrorising her threw her back down onto the van's floor. But not before delivering a swift kick to her shoulder. Not wanting to watch him anymore, and with her eyes watering Claire closed her eyes breathing heavily trying to control the pain

Claire had no idea how long they had been driving for, or when he went back to his seat, because she didn't open her eyes again.

What should I do…? What can I do? Where's Chris, Do Umbrella know his position as well? Does even he know that I've been caught? I can't die now, not by Umbrella! Not like this on a dirty van floor. I'm totally screwed! God damn it!

All of a sudden, the van halted. Screeching to a stop, jerking everyone inside forward, and sending Claire painfully skidding into the front of the van.

" Fuck!" The driver shouted and the two guards raised their guns.
" Jesus! Why are you stopping you idiot!" Angry, the driver looked back and shouted.
"Some, BLOODY, wanker is standing in the middle of the road!" Claire tried to raise her self-up and look out the front window. Seeing Claire attempting to move the bald man stamped his boot onto her stomach, causing her to groan in agony. So she lay still, as the driver got out, and called back at them.

"Stay there. I'll get rid of this dick." They nodded and waited while everything had gone quiet. All Claire could hear was the crunch of the man's boots on gravel.
"Hey, asshole! D'you want to get out off the road? This is important cargo we're transporting here!." There was a deathly silence and Claire could hear the driver trying again. "Hey! Did you hear me? Move!" Claire heard the driver give an irritated sigh. Everything fell silent once more then there was the crack of a gunshot followed by the dull thud of a body hitting the ground. The van's front window was sprayed red with the blood and brain matter of the driver. The glass fracturing where fragments of the bullet and skull had impacted.

Instantly two guards instantly hit the van's floor readying their weapons, and on the defensive.

They all could hear the sound of boots walking steadily towards the van from out side, walking around the van towards the back. The doors were flung open! Panicked both guards shot off their guns blindly, bullets ricocheting off each side of the van door the flashes blinding Claire after being in darkness for so long.

Blinking wildly Claire could see nothing. She could barely see the flash of cold steel come hurtling through the air and planting its self in the neck of the red haired man his warm blood splattering over Claire's face. The last man shrieked like a girl, as a muscular arm appeared, faster then lighting and grasped his neck.

His eyes bulged and he gasped for air, as he looked at his future murderer, a sharp crack resonated through the van as the hand snapped his neck as if it was a stick! Claire screamed into her gag and tried to scoot away from the door kicking at the floor with her legs still bound. Violently the hands seized her legs and dragged her forward. Claire gasped as the hands softly pulled her against his body, and she looked up at his face, the face Claire regularly saw in her nightmares…smirking down at her.

" Greetings Claire." she looked up into his face, into his red yellow eyes, his devil eyes, the eyes of Albert Wesker.