Resident Evil the...nah there's no redeeming those guys

[sadsheriff]

She had thought it was a Pentex operation... a creepy corporation spreading misery and death everywhere. She'd been all too willing to investigate, and maybe ruin some plans while she was at it.

But it hadn't been Pentex and they hadn't cared about not drawing attention. She wasn't even sure what kind of gun had been used on her but the wounds made her lose enough blood she frenzied and the next thing she knew she was in a sterile white room.

Well, this wasn't going to do.

Learning obfuscate was the best thing she had never done, she waited hidden and silent by the door and waited...and waited. Edith bit her lip worried that dawn would come before someone opened the cell but finally someone did.

"What the...she's gone?!"

"She can't be gone, let out of the way."

The first man in a white coat moved out of the doorway to allow a black man in body armor to walk in and point a gun in all the corners of the room, he started yelling in radio raising the alarm. Edith slipped out of the door and started trying to look for a way out just as the alarms started blaring.

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[wriststaples]

The Connections was a stupid name. The dumbest name Ethan had ever heard for an organization honestly. The problem was the stupid name didn't speak to their management it seemed. They had intercepted and captured him. Now he was in one of the labs. He sighed as he looked around the room. They hadn't restrained him due to their fear he might go ballistic.

What they didn't know was he had been quietly practicing his new abilities. The fungus was disgusting and having to vomit it up was worse. He learned to spit it out now so he didn't have to lose his lunch when he needed it. He opened a drawer in the lab and let out another loogie of fungus. It formed into the growing ball he was planning to make into a creature. It would help him escape.

What he didn't know was there is an invisible girl running around the building. Talk about a curve ball.

[sadsheriff]

Edith would agree that the name was stupid if she knew it but, for now, she was focusing on getting past all the people running around. Was she really worth all this commotion?

She wasn't sure how she managed it but found a door that didn't have people rushing in and out and opened it, she was hoping for offices so she could access the computers and find out where she was or call for help. Instead, she found a lab with... a guy spitting a draw? What the hell?

Edith was thinking about shadowing the weird guy when the door was shoved open again hitting her had enough to make her stumble forward.

"What? You!?"

The man was already pulling his gun so Edith tried to grab it, it went off and she cried out taking a step back holding her stomach. She wasn't bleeding but holding her shirt against the wound stained it red anyway, and while she was distracted by the pain the man moved his aim to her head.

Edith darted forward again and managed to get the gun this time, the man clearly had expected the gut shot to have taken the fight out of her.

"Back off or I'll shoot the scientist!" Edith threatened, one hand pointing the gun at Ethan the other cover her wounded stomach as she backed away from the guard.

[wriststaples]

This was a strange and bad sight. Who was this girl and what was she doing here? She thought he was a scientist? The guard seemed to back off when she threatened him. He raised his hands over his head and looked down at his ball of mold. This could work to his advantage. He walked toward Edith slowly.

"I think she's telling the truth. If she shoots me, your bosses won't be happy," He warned.

"Alright, girl. I'll come with you. Just don't shoot anyone. Okay?" He didn't care but if she thought he was a scientist, probably best to play along right now.

[sadsheriff]

Okay, she had a...tentive control over the situation, maybe, but she knew staying perched on a house of cards built on threats wasn't a terrible long-term plan.

"You." She said to the guard, making eye contact. "Close the door."

The last thing Edith needed was someone else walking in on this mess. Right now she had to think about three things, surviving, getting out, and protecting the masquerade.

"You." She glanced at Ethan. "How much computer access do you have?"

(ooc: Do you want to decide if the dominate worked? Or should I roll?)

[wriststaples]

Ethan watched as the guard suddenly went rigid and turned. He closed the door and just stayed there facing said door and wasn't moving. His eyes shifted from the guard and back to Edith. Could she be another test subject for the mold? Was she here as a test or was this a real escape attempt. He kept his hands up in the air, showing his staples and scars on his left arm.

"I don't have any access. But I'm sure he does," He said and pointed at the mesmerized guard.

[sadsheriff]

That got Edith frowning. What kind of employee didn't have access? And what was with that arm?

"Guard, with me."

Edith kept her eyes on Ethan as the guard walked towards her, then she walked towards the computer.

"Get me internet access." Edith hoped the command wasn't too long for him... she still hated using this power and wasn't as adept at it than she should be. Her repeated attempts at using it on her Prince wasn't very good practice since she kept failing.

"Now you, let's start with your name and then you can tell me why someone who works here doesn't have computer access but does have a dodgy looking arm."

[wriststaples]

Ethan remained quiet as the guard turned and moved toward a computer. He sat down and looked at it, seemingly confused as to what to do. Ethan turned his attention back to Edith when she ashed the questions and responded with a dry tone.

"My name is Ethan. And that's easy. I don't work here. You assumed I did and I played along because you have a gun."

[sadsheriff]

"Okay..."

If that was the case why did the guard back off when she threatened this guy? She doesn't have time to figure this mess out!

"So I thought these guys had taken my friend, when I went after them they knocked me out and I woke up here, what's your story?"

She hadn't heard the computer turn on so she glanced back at the guard. "Damn it."

She walked over to the computer herself and turned it on her attention divided between keeping aim on Ethan and the machine.

[wriststaples]

Ethan kept quiet for a moment He lowered his arms finally and looked at the guard and Edith. So she couldn't get people do anything with complex commands. That's interesting. He smirked and walked over to stand beside the guard with him between Edith and himself.

"Why don't you just tell him to log into the computer? That would get you access."

[sadsheriff]

"Yes I was about to do that," Edith muttered. "I was just turning it on for him first."

She had thought ordering him to log in and then having him look confused because the computer wasn't on would look bad, but as it was she had to rely on the fact she couldn't turn red to hide her embarrassment.

She glanced at the guard. "Log in"

She turned her attention back to Ethan. "Didn't I ask you why you were here?"

[wriststaples]

Ethan was quiet for a moment when he was asked the question. He looked Edith dead in the eyes, clearly not afraid of whatever it was she could do.

"I was kidnapped. I've been locked in his lab for a few weeks now," He answered.

[sadsheriff]

"That's convenient," Edith said flatly. "I suppose you're going to suggest we work together to escape now too?"

"You, up." Edith said motioning for the Guard to get out of the chair and handed him the gun back. "Protect me."

Edith sat at the computer hoping the guard would actually do his job this time and watch Edith's back while she tried to contact Damian.

[wriststaples]

"It was either that or you use me as a human shield, I guess." Ethan's snark was showing. He looked at the computer screen. It depended on how Edith was going to try and reach Damian. Email would be safe but a call would be faster. They could probably listen in on the call though.

Up to her.

[sadsheriff]

Edith just sighed and started typing.

"Right now you're the least of my problems."

You already know I'm in trouble so I'll cut to the chase, This organization is unknown to us, and they've had me all day.

Yes Damian, it's that bad.

I've secured temporary access to the computer system but I need help finding and destroying any documentation.


Edith pressed send and started waiting for a reply

[wriststaples]

Ethan remained quiet as they waited for a reply.

Fuck.

Okay. Click this link.

Damian sent a link in his next email. Clicking it would take Edith to a remote access website.

The code is 256981. Type it in and install the program. Get me access.

[sadsheriff]

Edith glanced up at Ethan to make sure he wasn't watching only to see that he totally was.

"Mind helping him watch the door?" Edith asked pointedly waiting for him to look away from the screen before following Damian's instructions and installing the program.

[wriststaples]

Ethan blinked and shrugged.

"Alright," He walked over to the drawer he had been spitting in earlier. He opened it only to pull out a large ball of...mold. Yep. Mold. He carried it over to the door and stood beside the brainwashed guard.

[sadsheriff]

Edith watched Ethan as he went, frowning at the ball of ick in his hand. What the heck?

She turned back to the computer to make sure the program had finished, it had. She returned to the e-mail chain.

Installed, anything else?

"Guard." she called waiting for Damian's reply. "Where are we?"

[wriststaples]

Ethan looked at the guard as he was asked the question.

The guard spoke. "The Collectors New England base of operations," He answered. Ethan chuckled. The girl walked right into that one.

[sadsheriff]

Despite Ethan's chuckles, Edith had gotten just as she wanted, a name.

These people are called the collectors,
apparently, ever hear of them before?

Message sent to Damian she asked her next question.

"Who are the collectors?"

[wriststaples]

Ethan spoke before the guard did.

"The Collectors are a bio-terrorist organization. They probably kidnapped you due to you found something, you know something, or you have something they want. They're bad news."

[sadsheriff]

"Really?" Edith asked with a sigh. "I hadn't noticed."

"Guard" She didn't want to give Ethan any more info on what was going on, but it couldn't be helped. "Who is Pentex?"

If these collectors had a connection to Pentex somehow maybe this wouldn't be a total disaster.

[wriststaples]

Ethan watched and went quite. Fine. He won't help them. Bitch.

The guard shrugged. "I don't know," he said with a monotone to his voice.

Pentex? He tried to think back. Ethan knew that name. It was a rival once. He shook his head. No. Not anymore. Umbrella was dead. Mostly.