Failure (Resident Evil Village)

Next Day, Far From The Last...

The next day seemed like any other day.

The usual conversations, new paperworks God the new paperworks hurt more than the last and that's it, pretty normal.

...until its suddenly not when she gets called by an employee to go to a room.

They said something about a test but she can't hear them properly due to them whispering.

She walks there, nervous although slightly confident. She wonders why she was called though.

Soon enough, she reached the door to the designated room.

She walks in and softly shuts the door now behind her.

She looks in front and sees a woman in a coat with black glasses and short hair. From under the table Bela could see she was also wearing heels.

The woman smiles at her blandly and beckons her to sit on the chair in front of her.

Bela complies and sits nervously.

Who is this woman and why does she reek of authority?

She doesn't smell, of course, its just the wording. But Bela can tell she is somehow on the higher side.

"Bela, right?" the woman says, supposedly unaware of Bela's anxiety seeing as she can't sweat.

For humans sweat somehow seems to be an obvious sign that someone's nervous. Or anxious.

She inwardly shakes her head, dismissing her rising anxiety as she put her left hand on the wooden table in comfort and she doesn't know why.

"... Yes." she answered. The woman hummed.

"Are you a scientist?"

Bela saw a glimpse of her eyes through the glasses she wore. Was she Asian? But her voice is perfectly accented.

"No. I'm just an assistant, I guess you can call me a tool-handler." she said. Okay she may have gotten a little cocky on that part. Excuse her.

The woman didn't seem to mind her sudden confident burst and only smiled.

"And who's assistant are you?"

"Miranda."

Woops. Was that a slip up?

Maybe it was because suddenly, a knife, a damn knife, made its way from the woman's hand to hers in almost an instant.

For her it was like slowmotion.

The knife was a butter knife so the woman must have been strong to be able to pierce the knife not only through her left hand, but also through the table.

Bela clearly saw the knife's round blade under the table, red blood oozing from on top of it.

The table was coated with blood now from her lone hand stabbed right in the middle.

There was another man in the room that seemed like a guard of sorts, but Bela doubts this kind of woman needs any guards.

"...Does it hurt?" the woman asked, snapping Bela from her spiralling thoughts of murder.

She winces when she tries moving her  fingers. She hit a vein right there. What a professional.

Bela gathers up her courage and holds the butter knife by its handle and pulls.

She pulls the knife out of the table and the new wound and now her hand has blood gushing out exactly from the middle.

"Ada Wong, F.B.I. Agent. I apologize for my surprising visit. I suppose Leon was wrong yet again."

Thank god she didn't burst into flies and kill this woman.

"Farewell."

She said as she stood up and left with the guard guy from earlier.

Bela stared at the hole now visible on her hand.

That tickled.

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Right after what happened the wound easily fixed itself with a drink of Sanguis Virginis.

Luckily Miranda told her where she put her stock from the castle and now she can drink just enough for sustenance.

The knife didn't hurt, but it made her feel like a small pin pricked her skin. But for the most part it just tickled.

But she was wondering why the woman did that to her. Was that a test? Who the hell was that woman?

She shook her head. No point in thinking of that now.

She turned to look at the clock on the wall of the place.

She went home early today because of what happened. Luckily Mia didn't hear of it. If she did... Then so be it. Not like she was there to help, anyway.

Tomorrow would be another day at work, she thought again, and another day to meet with her acquaintances.

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The next day was completely horrible.

Bela heard that Eveline had a tantrum and killed a scientist.

She didn't ask for a name. It wouldn't be necessary to ask for the name of a dead man.

And to make things worse they rescheduled the departing and said it would happen around September this year.

It was already 2014.

Bela was also told she would be joining in the departing of the SS Anabelle.

She was ordered not to so she made a plan. She figured it would work since she knows no one would allow her to leave once they've boarded up.

For now her plan will have to wait until later September.

But for now all she has to do in fill in the new paperwork Miranda had given her once again.

Now she really misses her home life.

She's not a scientist so she doesn't tend to the bioweapons or test on them like Alan and Mia. And because of that she's basically just in the finance department of the company.

But before she was about to leave the building that day Mia approached her.

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"Oh hey, Mia. What do you need?" Bela asked when she saw Mia come into view.

The woman smiled at her, "I just have to tell you."

Bela tilted her head, showing confusion.

"They said while we boat to Central America we can think of this occasion as a trip." she said.

"Like a vacation?"

Mia nodded. Bela nods with her. So their making their scientists believe boarding with a bioweapon can be a vacation now?

"I know it's not, really, but it's the best excuse I can probably tell my husband."

...husband? Mia has a husband? Well alright.

"Probably? Have you not told him yet?" Mia shakes her head 'no'. Bela could only nod at this.

Bela bids her bye and goes back to the place Miranda gave her.

A vacation trip, huh...

It won't be fun this September.