Hey this is Claire! I'm obviously busy or ignoring you so leave a message after the beep.*beep*
"Claire. This is the fifth message I leave you so please call me back or call Jill or Leon. Please. I'm worried about you." Chris' frantic voice spoke leaving the message. No one had made contact with her since they each departed. Chris was now worried and decided to give the rest of the crew a call. First he called a Leon knowing that he probably had gone to check security cameras or even the place himself. Before he 'dial,' Leon's face appeared on screen.
Leon's voice filled the speaker that was pressed to Chris' ear, "Chris! She isn't here. There are blood and bullet holes everywhere! The notes-" Leon's voice seemed to fade away as Chris soaked up the information. Shit! I knew I shouldn't have left her there alone!
"Okay thanks Leon." Chris cut Leon short.
"Wait. What's the plan?"
"I'M going back to the warehouse. I need you, Jill, and Rebecca to keep an eye and ear out for anything of use. And get Rebecca to research the pharmaceutical companies that were listed. Go to go. Talk to use later."
"Chris-" The call had ended. Time to go back to the warehouse.
Sergeant Rodgers was on his way back to warehouse with the girl. He still had no name for her, but he thought 'Bitch' was a good one. She was at his side with a blindfold on. He couldn't risk her knowing their location, as it was a different one from where they first met.
"Is this really necessary? I mean I've been here before." Claire's attempts of figuring out where she was going, had gotten nowhere.
"Would you rather have been knocked out again?" Rodgers replied in annoyance as he clearly disliked the redhead. With that the car jolted to a stop. Claire felt his presence leave her for a second then was welcomed with fresh, cool air surrounding her. Panic clouded her thoughts. Sure they wouldn't dispose of her so soon without any type of interrogation. Then again, he had disposed his colleague in a matter of seconds in the SUV earlier. Then, some beeping started. The sound of a door sliding open reached Claire's ears and then a certain scent reached her nose. It was a mixture of many different chemicals. The same smell one would find in a laboratory.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You've got to be kidding me! A million thoughts ran through her mind. Torture was the first one. The second was infection. Third one was torture with infection. She needed a way to escape, and she needed in one fast. The strong arm of the sergeant dragged her into the lab and away from everything she knew.
"They're here.", the young woman dressed in office attire informed the blonde man staring at a wall of computer screens.
"Okay. Tell Sergeant Rodgers to stuff her in the one of the exam rooms, and keep guards outside." Albert Wesker watched from the security cameras. Well. Well. Well. Claire Redfield, it was about time we saw each other again. He made his way off his chair and to the exam room.
Claire was now staring at a white tiled room that had nothing in it but a metallic exam table bolted to the floor and a mirror built in to the wall. Two way she thought. She hated the idea of being watched. Then she heard the door squeak. She looked up was staring at the last person she'd want to see here. Wesker! Claire spoke first.
"Hmph. And to think my day couldn't get any worse."
With that Wesker ran up and threw Claire towards the mirror, immediately leaving cracks in it. He then grabbed her by the chin and pushed her up against the wall.
"I'm in no mood for your little sarcastic comments, Miss Redfield. Now you're going to tell me exactly what you and your little nosy friends know from the research you idiotically stole from the Umbrella base. Got it?" Wesker, now increasing the strength on her chin, stared her straight the eye, his red ones out in attempt of intimidation.
"Redfield?" A voice neither belonging to Claire nor Wesker rung out from the entrance of the room. Rodgers.
"You're related to Chris Redfield?" His eyes were shining with a mixture of hate and disbelief.
"Surprise." Claire barely managed to slip those words out of her lips as Wesker's hands were still around her chin.
"Ah. Yes. This is Chris' sister. I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Oh and Claire, yell when you're ready to talk."
"Well, this is a chance to get some type of payback." He stared at her. She obviously didn't know about his brother but still, to him, he would gladly help make Chris feel the loss he had felt. With that last thought, he swung his arm and it landed straight under her jaw. She doubled over the metallic table and waited for whatever was next.