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Notes: I took a LOT of liberties here. This is an Alternate Universe, obviously. I did some pretty drastic personality changes to create a somewhat comedic if not entirely annoying Carla Radames. I want to write this like an 'action movie', but if it totally fails it was worth a shot!
Ada Wong. Carla Radames.
A GOOD NIGHT TO DIE
"Speak well of your enemies.
You made them."
FEBRUARY 2015
The slightly bruised face of Ada Wong stared straight ahead. Her lip was cut just at the corner of her mouth and pointed barely half an inch toward her jawline. Inside the steel interrogation room of the undisclosed location, Ms. Wong was sitting across a steel table from a Caucasian woman in a black blazer and pencil skirt. To the right of Ada, a large Samoan man stood in a similar business suit.
The interrogation was a very safe one; as the suited individuals kept Ada cuffs linked to her chair.
"We're going to ask you again." The woman said with a forced smile on her face. "Let's start from the top. What is your name?"
"Carla Radames." 'Ada' cleared her throat after revealing her identity for the third time thus far after her initial 'Ada Wong' answer. She now had a toothy smile on her face despite her bleeding lip and bruised face.
The woman squinted from behind her glasses as she prepared to speak again. "When you escaped your containment unit, what were you doing in our labs?"
"Uh" Carla licked her upper lip and tilted her head back. "I was trying to find out how to make your husband last longer in the sack. Five minute sessions every Saturday isn't doing it anymore."
The woman gave the large man a look, and immediately his large fist crashed across the side of Carla's face. Her head flung aside as she hunched over the arm of her chair. She spat blood out on the floor and began to sit up again.
"What is your name?" The woman spoke again.
"Carla Radames." Carla exhaled as the name question started to annoy her. "Why don't we just skip to the important questions? I have another escape to plan."
Another fist crashed across Carla's jaw on the other woman's command. She remained hunched over the arm of the chair for another few moments, but started to chuckle as she sat up.
"How did you escape? Who did you manipulate?" The woman asked. "I don't know what Wong told you, but you are a danger to the outside world."
"She gave me the Wong answer obviously. Besides, teens love zombies." Carla cleared her throat.
The woman frowned deeply. "You should be facing a death sentence for what you did."
"Have you had the breakfast in this facility?" Carla retorted. "That's not bad enough?"
The woman continued, not bothered by Carla's remarks. "It has taken all of our combined efforts to neutralize the horror you caused."
"I thought you guys had a sense of humor. You did let me form Neo-Umbrella." Carla shrugged, and for her words she finally got another shot across her jaw. "Augh…" She spat again. "Little more toward the ear. I can still hear out of it."
"We don't want to hurt you, Ms. Radames, but you must understand how serious this offense is." The woman started to take her glasses off. "You have escaped your containment unit twice this year. I don't think Ms. Wong put her neck on the line for you to do that."
"Well, Ada Wong's been too busy to call, write, or visit…" Carla rolled her eyes while she looked off to the side and toward the ceiling. Soon, she looked back to the woman speaking. "So forgive me if I'm not very sentimental about her mercy."
The woman cracked a small grin. "She's been informed that the vaccine has left you in a state of insanity. She was informed that your mental state has somehow degenerated into your current state. You have a plummeting I.Q., you have episodes where you claim to be part of a fictional story, and…" The woman paused. "An extreme lack of respect for personal space with men. These past two years haven't gained you much progress ever since you regained your physical form."
Carla rolled her shoulders a bit, now really starting to get amused. "So, how did you guys enjoy my vaccine?" She licked her busted lip lightly and gave a closed-mouth smile.
The woman looked completely confused. "The vaccine was created by an organization determined to right the wrongs of Umbrella Corporation. They collaborated with the United Nations and -…"
Carla laughed while looking toward the Samoan bruiser near her. "You guys actually bought that hunk of shit?" She swirled her tongue inside her inner cheek and turned her eyes back to the woman. "The company Ada Wong works for, right? The only people who could profit off of Umbrella's -ups, right? People who bought you off or are working under you guys?" She rolled her shoulders while watching the woman struggle not to give away any visual cues that Carla was right.
Ms. Radames did not stop there. "Ada may be a lot of things, but she's not a sellout. I told her where my vaccine was, she helped me save my life, then she undid the bullshit I caused. I got my mind back, you got most of your world back, but you are doing more things under the table…"
The woman adjusted herself in her seat and crossed her legs. "Are we? I'll have you know that the United States -…"
"The United States' safety is your first priority. I know that." Carla no longer seemed amused. "Which is why you have me in this classified facility that is on a need-to-know basis to a small circle of agents and your friends. You answer to the people who bought me from prison and brought me to this science-hell. You feel like this is too small-time for you, though. You're not comfortable with being barbaric with me like you people are to all the other bio-terrorists and freaks you keep cooped up here."
The woman's brow twitched at the mention of 'freaks'. She seemed to be uninformed of that.
"You want to know what is in the labs," Carla continued. "That's why your eyes opened wider when I mentioned the vaccine being my creation. You don't trust your boyfriend, husband, whatever he is. He never wore a ring when he visited me."
The woman pursed her lips tightly and froze in place.
"I escaped because of him. His quest for hanky-panky aided my quest for exposing what's truly happening here and getting my rightful credit." She drummed her fingers on her arm rest while watching the woman. "So I guess this explains your phone call to your sister about the scratches you found on him-…"
The Samoan man was signaled to give her another harsh punch, and Carla's head whipped aside. She was slumped over the arm rest for quite a long time while the woman stared furiously at her.
"Send her back to her cell." The woman said, now starting to stand up.
"They're using me, you know?" Carla said while sitting up. "My DNA, my vaccine…, my everything. They want the most unstoppable weapon you could ever imagine…" While she was pulled from her chair and placed in normal cuffs again, Carla spat on the floor. "They're going to kill you guys before you can even get the word out. I suggest calling Ada Wong and her company to fix this mess…"
"We'll take that under advisement." The woman glared at Carla as she was being brought by.
Carla grinned…her head swung backwards to crack the Samoan in the jaw. She turned quickly to send her elbow into his throat to disable him. As he choked, she got to the man's side and drew his pistol. It was armed and ready in a second. Four shots went up the man's side and one more wizzed passed the woman's head. She kept aim as the woman was reaching for something.
"I'd think about that seriously." Carla licked her upper lip as she tilted her head. She had the drop on her. "Keys and phone on the table. Now."
The woman looked to her wounded partner, and simply opted to obey Carla. She got the keys and her cell phone and set them flat on the table.
"Don't worry, he'll live." Carla said as she glanced over to him. She paused and glanced again. "I think…" She seemed unsure…but shrugged it off. "You screwing him? Don't answer that." She took the keys with one hand and stepped back and started to unshackle herself while keeping the gun pointed. "You know, your husband really is pathetic. I'd divorce him. They're going to use my DNA to make something a vaccine can't stop. So when you wake up…call Ada. Sweet dreams."
Carla struck the woman across the face with the pistol and knocked her out cold…
Ada Wong. Carla Radames.
A GOOD NIGHT TO DIE
"Speak well of your enemies.
You made them."
FEBRUARY 2015
The slightly bruised face of Ada Wong stared straight ahead. Her lip was cut just at the corner of her mouth and pointed barely half an inch toward her jawline. Inside the steel interrogation room of the undisclosed location, Ms. Wong was sitting across a steel table from a Caucasian woman in a black blazer and pencil skirt. To the right of Ada, a large Samoan man stood in a similar business suit.
The interrogation was a very safe one; as the suited individuals kept Ada cuffs linked to her chair.
"We're going to ask you again." The woman said with a forced smile on her face. "Let's start from the top. What is your name?"
"Carla Radames." 'Ada' cleared her throat after revealing her identity for the third time thus far after her initial 'Ada Wong' answer. She now had a toothy smile on her face despite her bleeding lip and bruised face.
The woman squinted from behind her glasses as she prepared to speak again. "When you escaped your containment unit, what were you doing in our labs?"
"Uh" Carla licked her upper lip and tilted her head back. "I was trying to find out how to make your husband last longer in the sack. Five minute sessions every Saturday isn't doing it anymore."
The woman gave the large man a look, and immediately his large fist crashed across the side of Carla's face. Her head flung aside as she hunched over the arm of her chair. She spat blood out on the floor and began to sit up again.
"What is your name?" The woman spoke again.
"Carla Radames." Carla exhaled as the name question started to annoy her. "Why don't we just skip to the important questions? I have another escape to plan."
Another fist crashed across Carla's jaw on the other woman's command. She remained hunched over the arm of the chair for another few moments, but started to chuckle as she sat up.
"How did you escape? Who did you manipulate?" The woman asked. "I don't know what Wong told you, but you are a danger to the outside world."
"She gave me the Wong answer obviously. Besides, teens love zombies." Carla cleared her throat.
The woman frowned deeply. "You should be facing a death sentence for what you did."
"Have you had the breakfast in this facility?" Carla retorted. "That's not bad enough?"
The woman continued, not bothered by Carla's remarks. "It has taken all of our combined efforts to neutralize the horror you caused."
"I thought you guys had a sense of humor. You did let me form Neo-Umbrella." Carla shrugged, and for her words she finally got another shot across her jaw. "Augh…" She spat again. "Little more toward the ear. I can still hear out of it."
"We don't want to hurt you, Ms. Radames, but you must understand how serious this offense is." The woman started to take her glasses off. "You have escaped your containment unit twice this year. I don't think Ms. Wong put her neck on the line for you to do that."
"Well, Ada Wong's been too busy to call, write, or visit…" Carla rolled her eyes while she looked off to the side and toward the ceiling. Soon, she looked back to the woman speaking. "So forgive me if I'm not very sentimental about her mercy."
The woman cracked a small grin. "She's been informed that the vaccine has left you in a state of insanity. She was informed that your mental state has somehow degenerated into your current state. You have a plummeting I.Q., you have episodes where you claim to be part of a fictional story, and…" The woman paused. "An extreme lack of respect for personal space with men. These past two years haven't gained you much progress ever since you regained your physical form."
Carla rolled her shoulders a bit, now really starting to get amused. "So, how did you guys enjoy my vaccine?" She licked her busted lip lightly and gave a closed-mouth smile.
The woman looked completely confused. "The vaccine was created by an organization determined to right the wrongs of Umbrella Corporation. They collaborated with the United Nations and -…"
Carla laughed while looking toward the Samoan bruiser near her. "You guys actually bought that hunk of shit?" She swirled her tongue inside her inner cheek and turned her eyes back to the woman. "The company Ada Wong works for, right? The only people who could profit off of Umbrella's -ups, right? People who bought you off or are working under you guys?" She rolled her shoulders while watching the woman struggle not to give away any visual cues that Carla was right.
Ms. Radames did not stop there. "Ada may be a lot of things, but she's not a sellout. I told her where my vaccine was, she helped me save my life, then she undid the bullshit I caused. I got my mind back, you got most of your world back, but you are doing more things under the table…"
The woman adjusted herself in her seat and crossed her legs. "Are we? I'll have you know that the United States -…"
"The United States' safety is your first priority. I know that." Carla no longer seemed amused. "Which is why you have me in this classified facility that is on a need-to-know basis to a small circle of agents and your friends. You answer to the people who bought me from prison and brought me to this science-hell. You feel like this is too small-time for you, though. You're not comfortable with being barbaric with me like you people are to all the other bio-terrorists and freaks you keep cooped up here."
The woman's brow twitched at the mention of 'freaks'. She seemed to be uninformed of that.
"You want to know what is in the labs," Carla continued. "That's why your eyes opened wider when I mentioned the vaccine being my creation. You don't trust your boyfriend, husband, whatever he is. He never wore a ring when he visited me."
The woman pursed her lips tightly and froze in place.
"I escaped because of him. His quest for hanky-panky aided my quest for exposing what's truly happening here and getting my rightful credit." She drummed her fingers on her arm rest while watching the woman. "So I guess this explains your phone call to your sister about the scratches you found on him-…"
The Samoan man was signaled to give her another harsh punch, and Carla's head whipped aside. She was slumped over the arm rest for quite a long time while the woman stared furiously at her.
"Send her back to her cell." The woman said, now starting to stand up.
"They're using me, you know?" Carla said while sitting up. "My DNA, my vaccine…, my everything. They want the most unstoppable weapon you could ever imagine…" While she was pulled from her chair and placed in normal cuffs again, Carla spat on the floor. "They're going to kill you guys before you can even get the word out. I suggest calling Ada Wong and her company to fix this mess…"
"We'll take that under advisement." The woman glared at Carla as she was being brought by.
Carla grinned…her head swung backwards to crack the Samoan in the jaw. She turned quickly to send her elbow into his throat to disable him. As he choked, she got to the man's side and drew his pistol. It was armed and ready in a second. Four shots went up the man's side and one more wizzed passed the woman's head. She kept aim as the woman was reaching for something.
"I'd think about that seriously." Carla licked her upper lip as she tilted her head. She had the drop on her. "Keys and phone on the table. Now."
The woman looked to her wounded partner, and simply opted to obey Carla. She got the keys and her cell phone and set them flat on the table.
"Don't worry, he'll live." Carla said as she glanced over to him. She paused and glanced again. "I think…" She seemed unsure…but shrugged it off. "You screwing him? Don't answer that." She took the keys with one hand and stepped back and started to unshackle herself while keeping the gun pointed. "You know, your husband really is pathetic. I'd divorce him. They're going to use my DNA to make something a vaccine can't stop. So when you wake up…call Ada. Sweet dreams."
Carla struck the woman across the face with the pistol and knocked her out cold…