Chapter 9

Patty Cake & Double Agents

Unknown Cell, 2003

A cold breeze brushed his hot face for the first time in weeks or a least that's how it felt to him. He sat in the same chair in the same room looking at the same swaying light for a month. The woman opened the same door and sat in the same seat as she did everyday. Since he was brought to the godforsaken place. She was a young woman in her mid to late twenties with dark brown hair an she was very tall. She was quite beautiful, she had big green eyes and full lips. But, he knew what she really was.

Her name was Alyson Wheatman. She was a horrible sadist that had captured an innocent man and starved him, tortured him. And worst of all accused him of the worst crime imaginable, murder. He had never known the woman nor her child. The woman stared at him as she sat on the dusty wooden chair placed across from him with her giant green eyes.

"This is the 30th day Mr. White." She sighed. His mouth kept shut as he looked down at his own hands and legs. His arms had shallow cuts and green bruises scattered across them. His once new pants stained with blood and holes. "Enough of this, you just have to admit to your involvement then this can be over."

"As I told you before, I don't know the Trevor's." He responded. She looked annoyed with him. She wasn't a patient woman, he had learnt that the first day he spent in this hell hole.

"Mr. White, we have proof you supplied them with the infection that turned Lisa insane." She spoke trying to contain her disdain for him. He gritted his teeth and spoke once again.

"Those records we're falsified, I supplied Umbrella with two ingredients one was a aphrodisiac, the other was a nutrition booster for plants and that was all I sold on the 28th of April. Check my transactions." He told her as her face grew more aggravated.

"Mr. White..." She was interrupted by the sound of his voice.

"My name is not Mr. White." He snarled. "My name is Martin Coleman and I'd did not do these things you have been accusing me of." He yelled causing the woman to jump then narrow her eyes at him.

"I'm sorry I have to do this but, you're only a Coleman by marriage and you've refused to cooperate." She said as she stood pulling a small device out of her white blouse pocket and pressed a red button.

She grinned as she heard the loud buzz as the cell door opened revealing a woman being pushed in by two muscular men. She was petite and had platinum blonde hair. She wore a tore business shirt and it was torn and covered in blood. She looked up at the man and spoke softly as her eyes shot open.

"Martin!" The man recognized her right away. She was his wife, Patrice and he wondered why she was her until it came to him. Alyson smirked as she pulled a knife from her holster and held it against the woman throat as she struggled against the men.

"No, Alyson this has gone to far. She has nothing to do with this." He called as Alyson's grin widened.

"Mr. White... I mean Coleman. Admit that you were responsible for the death of Lisa and Jessica Trevor." She spoke wearing her sadistic smile. "Now." Martin paused. Earning an annoyed look from Alyson. "1...2..."

Martin stopped her by speaking. "I did it. Please don't hurt her."

Alyson smirked down at him and chuckled. "..3" She said quickly bringing the knife across Patrice's throat causing her fall to the floor dead. Martin tried to stand, to escape the steel bindings placed on his wrists and ankles. But, to no avail. Alyson chuckled and stared at the floor.

As the salty tears fell from his eyelids, Alyson turned to him and pressed the knife against his throat. "Do it" he told her. She smiled as she began to slowly cut his throat. As he closed his eyes he heard a loud bang and the knife dropped from his neck. He slowly opened his eyes to see a knife piercing though Alyson pretty face and her tumbling to the ground. He quickly turned his head around to see a blonde woman standing near an open door behind him.

"I have a proposition for you."

Security Room in the Museum

The security room was as you would suspect it be. A small crowded room with a wall of monitors showing rooms across the museum. The group settled there but, it was to small so when the group discussed they're next move, they decided to move out a search the Museum in groups. Leon, Andrea and Drake were in group 1. Naomi and Gaston were group 2 and Sheva and Chris were left behind in the security room. On the way they found 3 tranceiver and they were using them to communicate with each other.

Chris and Sheva sat in two grey computer chairs. Staring at the many monitors to look out for threat to the rest of the group, and more importantly for their lost colleague Keran. They watched as Leon creaked through the left half of giant museum. Sheva was bored out of her mind. She sat there leaning over the small grey desk. Her arm holding her head up from almost falling asleep from the dullness. Her mind was stuck on something. The words Chris had whispered to her as she knelt beside his injured body. 'Sheva, don't tell them what she said.' He had told her in a shushed tone.

'Why', she asked herself. Why did he feel it necessary. She was a monster, she probably wasn't even talking about this group. She tried to convince herself. But, why keep it a secret is what she couldn't understand. It would be better if they knew. She looked at him. He sat back in his chair, his arms crossed. His face was serious and she decided to speak with him. "Chris, I need to ask you something?" She spoke as his eyes focused on her face. "About the B.O.W." he nodded urging her to continue to speak. "Why can't we tell them about it."

"It will cause problems." He answers.

"Isn't better that they know. What's the American saying?" She paused to think, then spoke once again. "Better safe than sorry."

"Sheva, it would make them afraid to trust each other. And that's not what we need." Chris explained.

"What if this person ambushes one of us." She asks.

"All we know is that they're is a group, that may or may not be ours and that they're is a double agent in that group." She crossed her arms and scoffed.

"I don't like this, Chris." He nodded, he understood what she felt. It reminded him of the mansion incident. When he and Rebecca Chambers discovered that Albert Wesker, their leader was actually a double agent working for Umbrella.

"I don't like it either but, just be careful around the others." She looked down then back at him as he made a statement she hadn't expected. "I'd hate to lose you." She smiled and looked at him. It embarrassed him a bit. He quickly tried to find an explanation. "I mean because you're a skilled agent." He stuttered, her gaze making him blush a little. He quickly turned his head to stare at screen.

She giggled, she liked seeing him squirm. ' Is that mean?', she wondered. "Nice save." She spoke, her grin growing as they resumed the boring duty of watching the camera. She sat thinking about what had Chris had said. She smiled mischievously as she turned to Chris again. "Hey, Chris. Wanna play a game?" He raised his eyebrow as he turned around to talk to her.

"What? We have to watch for Keran." She smiled and spoke again.

"Come on, its one game." She raised her index finger.

"What game do you want to play?" He asked as she fist pumped the air. "I didn't say were playing a game, It was a hypothetical question."

"I want to play patty cake." She stated beaming.

"Sheva we really have to watch the camera." He said emotionless turning back to the screens.

"Please Chris, I really like to play one game of it, or even like 3 rounds of it." She pleaded.

"I can't." He responded. "Because we have to watch the cameras." She nodded as an Idea popped into her pretty little head.

"Is that the only reason?"

"Yes." He responded quickly. She sat thinking for a couple of seconds then asked a question.

"Do you know how to play patty cake?" He scoffed and spoke defensibly.

"Of course, I know how to play patty cake." Just by the sound of his voice she knew that he was lying to her. She had always prided herself on being able to see through lies.

"You don't know how to play patty cake." She said. "I'm going to teach you right now." She said as he turned to face her while rolling his eyes. She held her hand out, her palms pressed together. "Do this." She directed as he held his hands together lazily.

It was hard but, Sheva had finally taught Chris how to play the game. "You really sucked you know that?" She taunted. As they turned back to the screen Chris almost imitatively noticed a figure sitting in the room gagged. His dark brown hair, that used to be combed back looked messed. Chris grabbed his transceiver and spoke. "Naomi, Gaston. I think that Keran is in the storage room for the tribal art exhibit."

"Copy that." Naomi answered. Sheva and Chris sat watching the screen as Naomi rushed into the art exhibit with Gaston quickly following her behind. They entered the room and Naomi quickly knelt in front of figure. She grabbed the transceiver as spoke. "Chris, he's not moving!" She sobbed. Then all the sudden as she touched him he spun awake and said something to her. But, Chris and Sheva had no idea what. Then as she picked up her transceiver to communicate once again. "Chris..." Then the security camera turned to static. Only grey and darker grey pixels were seen. Then a deathly scream from the radio was heard and then another female voice spoke. "I'm sorry but, you friends cannot speak with you right now. They have other arrangements." Then silence. And as they looked at each other. Sheva and Chris wondered the same question.

'Who was the woman on the radio, and what does she want.'

*Hey, so I suck at patty cake and my friends are obsessed with it. I just have no rhythm. But, my friends keep on trying to teach me. So, I'm a little like Chris in this chapter, except I never learn. I kinda just got really sarcastic and my friends got fed up with me. But, anyway thank you for Viewing, Following, Favoriting, Review. It does make this very fun and It really does make me really better when I sad. So thanks!

-mrssherrymuller*