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Nosy son of a- 
27th-Jun-2010 08:33 pm
September 24 1998, 8:40 pm- Umbrella Corporation Sub-Building

Nosy little fuck.

Steve has clearly been poking around my apartment and sticking his nose where it shouldn't be. None the less, his accusations hurt. I'm not the cold-hearted bitch he apparently thinks I am.

"You know, why don't you just stop right there," The voice comes over the intercom. I can't believe that thing is still working. " Don't spoil it for everyone now, Aya."


That no good son of a bitch. I met him several times while visiting Umbrella with my Daddy. Dr. Isaacs is a smug, egotistical narcissist. I always disliked him. The fact that he is here, and seeming to feel that he's entitled to boss me around makes my blood boil. Son of a Bitch.

"Aya, why don't you bring you little friends and meet me down in sector 6. I've got some fun things to show you." he laughs

"Go rot, asshole!" Angrily I grab a paper weight off the reception desk and throw it at the security camera, smashing the lens. I can't fucking do this anymore. Slowly I crumple under the weight of my knowledge, my fear, and my exhaustion. I collapse to my knees on the floor as one or two tears escape my eyes. The boys behind me tense slightly, and I can feel them glance at each other, unsure of what to do next. Fuck. I didn't want to be the leader.

"Aya...?" Oliver tentatively offers, taking a half step forward, and then backing off.

"Listen Steve, you little shit." I whisper through clenched teeth. " First off, I don't appreciate you snooping around my house after I helped saved your fucking life. I gave you ammo, I took you to safety, I trusted you and welcomed you into my home, and promised to do everything in my power to get you both out of the city safely. And this is how you repay me? With your accusations? So much for gratitude."

I take a deep breath to steady myself. You're stronger then this Aya. He's just some punk-ass nobody little kid. You don't need him.

Slowly pulling myself to my feet, I wipe my eyes and turn to face the boys, back straight, arms at my side, a small fortress against the tide. Oliver has a look of deep concern on his face, Steve is next to him with a vacant expression, his eyes unfocused and his jaw set in a line. Little fuck. 

"You want to know what Operation Thermopile is? Fine. They're gonna blow the fucking city up, from here to hell. They are going to take a shit pile of nuclear bombs and flatten this city, like it never existed. My Dad didn't train me in defense. He trained me to survive, and to save as many people as I could in the process. So if you think I'm out to become some kind of hero, you can go fuck yourself. I have one mission, and one only. To get out of this hell-hole alive, and to expose Umbrella's work. You can either stick with me, or get the fuck out of my way."

I refuse to break. I refuse to bow.
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