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"What the hell is wrong with you, kid?!"
"Jesus Christ! Give me a fuckin' concussion, why don't ya?!"
"I have half a mind to! Now explain why you just up and ran off to that Leon brat!"
Werewolf glared back full force at the taller, clearly much stronger man unabashed. Her hat was clenched tightly in one hand as she rubbed the newly bruising spot atop her head, even if she couldn't feel it due to the virus running through her. It had killed off any and all pain receptors in the body, so she was left to guess as to how much damage she would be able to sustain in a battle situation when it happened. Seemed like a blessing, it was really a curse...
But back to the matter at hand, she had really angered the man this time around... The man had seen fit to grab her and drag her off into an abandoned room to scold her in private, away from any of the Ganado or Saddler... or Mendez or Salazar.... Really, away from just about anyone who would let Saddler in on their plan to get a Plagas sample for Wesker.
Apparently when she had been knocked out by Mendez he had dragged her sorry butt all the back to the island - or had at least ordered a few of his men to do so as that was where she found herself upon waking up. Saddler had also been leering at her when she woke up; kind of a creepy thing to wake up to but no more so than when Faust had stolen some of her blood in the middle of the night, after all. Before she had been able to leave Saddler's sight she had to convince the man that she had only been acting in his best interests.
By 'convince' she really just told a bold-faced lie about how she had been planning on sending the government agent running around in circles. Saddler seemed to believe it enough, for now, to let her leave with a warning similar to the one she had received from Mendez though Werewolf wasn't naive enough to believe that Saddler wouldn't be keeping a closer eye on her from now on.
So, understandably she wasn't in a good mood.
Coincidentally, neither was Krauser at having found out she had run off without his knowledge to his enemy.
"You said you wanted to fight him." Werewolf answered, turning away and crossing her arms over her chest in frustration. "So I was gonna keep him alive long enough for you to do so! ... He did seem kinda dopey after all..."
Krauser blinked down at the shorter woman, flabbergasted at her answer. He had honestly expected something about how she was bored and how she needed something to do. "What?"
"You heard me." she scoffed, and Krauser's bewilderment dropped at the usual attitude Werewolf had with just about anyone. She still refused to look at him as well, eyes closed and facing decidedly away from him.
"Well thanks to your idiot plan we're two steps back." Krauser finally snorts out, rapping the woman over her head with his knuckles gently. She still winced slightly each time he did so and she replaced her hat atop her head when he as done, situating it into the correct place intently and carefully. "Saddler's gonna keep an eye on you more closely now.
"Yes, well, that gives you more free reign to get what we need."
"I refuse to believe that that was your plan the whole time."
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☣ BEWARE Zombies Ahead ☣ Jack Krauser
FanfictionA woman begins Resident Evil 4 and is quickly sucked into it before learning much of anything important. And what's this about a bet of her being able to survive it... or not...?