Someone set us up the bomb.

Sheva turned to her companion. “We need to take her in.”

“She’s done nothing wrong!”

“This time.” Sheva tapped her hand against the table. “If she’s as dangerous as you say, she needs to be contained.”

The pair continued arguing and Ada saw this as an opportunity. She hooked her feet around the chair legs and leaned against the back. The chair gave an ominous groan as she pressed harder. Her two captors seemed content to keep talking rather focusing on her. She pushed one last time and was rewarded with the chair back giving way, far louder than she wanted. Unfortunately, it didn’t solve her problems. The entire apparatus gave way at once, her left leg went flying up as the chairs support gave out. The back splintered and Ada found herself flying backwards.

This would have all been quite comical if her leg hadn’t kicked the table. The table rocked ominously and device rocked. All eyes turned and watched as the bomb tilted once, then twice before tumbling to the floor. Ada’s eyes were wide as bioweapon hit the floor. The unmistakable sound of glass cracking brought all action in the room to a halt and all eyes turned to look at the deadly device.

***

“Just one more.” The woman held Jill’s arm as she jabbed the needle in. It took considerable effort: Wesker’s modifications to Jill improved the resilience of her biology. So much that her skin, while still being soft to the touch, was much more difficult to hurt. Paper cuts were a thing of the past and even getting shots or blood draws were difficult. Jill grinned, but didn’t feel a thing as the needle finally punctured her skin.

“Will I finally be cleared?”

The nurse watched vial fill up with Jill’s blood. “That’s not for me to say. The doctor has the final decision.”

“It better be.” Jill brushed a strand of blonde hair aside. “I’m anxious to get back into the field.”

“Mmm, missing the thrill?” She removed a vial and popped on another.

“Yes.” Jill paused, “actually, What I really want is some hair dye. I haven’t been a blonde since high school.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” The nurse promised. “With **** and chemical interactions who knows what can happen. I’ll see if I can clear a bottle with the doctor.”

Jill nodded and told her a particular brand. The woman removed the needle but hesitated when it came time for the bandage; the site was already healed shut. She shrugged. “Hopefully that’s the end.”

The blonde sighed as she left, once again finding herself alone in the isolation room. Her longing for the field or even other humans was becoming overwhelming. She was surely going to go mad sooner or later.

***

For several moments no one moved. Even Ada, still somewhat tied to her broken chair, was motionless. When everyone was convinced the bomb wasn’t going to react they relaxed. Both Claire and Sheva turned towards Ada.

“Why’d you do that!?”

“I was trying to escape!”

“You’re lucky it didn’t blow us all up.” Sheva snapped. “That would end your escape real quick now wouldn’t it?”

“That was not my goal.” Ada replied, trying to slowly work herself out of the ropes. She watched silently as Claire, delicately as possible, retrieved the device and laid it on the table.

Sheva crossed her arms over her chest. “I stand by my statement.”

Claire sighed. “You’re right. Sorry Ada, you’re coming in.”

“Oh, no trouble at all.” Ada grimaced.

“Claire,” Sheva noticed the bomb was whirling but her partner didn’t respond; she was comforting the prone woman. “Claire…”

“What?”

“We need to leave now!” That what Sheva wanted to say, but the African woman only managed slip out the first few words before the bomb detonated.

Purple smoke filled the room and the trio immediately began coughing. Claire started for the door, only to stop and run back for Ada. Her selflessness knew no bounds as she picked up the disabled Asian American and bound for the door.

Of Sheva there was no sight, but as she leapt through the doorway she felt a slap on her stomach before the entrance shut behind her. Sheva! The woman sacrificed herself to ensure she’d get out, shuttling the door and containing the toxic concoction.

Claire dropped Ada and checked her stomach. Sheva’s patch was pressed against it. What did she say it was for? Protecting her against the virus already in her veins.

Ada and Claire both breathed in relief, having escaped the room and the deadly gas within.

“Well that was interesting.” Ada dryly commented.

“Interesting?” Claire screamed. “Sheva is trapped in there, no telling what’s happening to her! You did this!”

Ada began to speak but a deep rumble stopped them both. The building shook as if an earthquake were occuring. Dust drifted down from the ceiling coating the two. After several agonizing seconds the creaking halted. Ada spoke again. “What was that?”

“Nothing good.” Any further commentary was delayed but a loud roar emanating from the room they had just fled, then silence. Wide-eyed, Claire slowly approached the door, her right hand extending to the handle. Just then the wall burst open, knocking Claire on her butt and Ada against the wall. The woman coughed, clearing her lungs of dust, and opened her eyes.

An oversized slit was staring her in the face. Not just any slit, that of a cock. A cock more massive than Claire could have ever imagined. The purple hued head was larger than her own and with each passing second it seemed to swell larger; pulsing with life. “Oh my...Sheva!”

“Fuck!!!” Echoed back in response and Claire started to mouse away from the oversized organ. She managed to keep down the hall to where Ada was still collapsed in a heap. Claire didn’t beat around the bush.

*slap* “Get up now!”

“Uh what?” Ada was regaining consciousness, far to slow for Claire’s liking.

“We gotta go. Now!” Claire exclaimed.

By now, Ada was coming to; her eyes settling on the massive member in the hallway. A long river of precum was drooling from the tip. As she watched, the cock pulsed as if it was being pleasured. “Let’s go!”