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Flames filled the infirmary wing of the medical floor in Umbrella's private bunker base.

Umbrella surgical Doctor, Emery Ronald, crawled on his good arm across the floor to reach a voice com to the other rooms. All around him, dead, charred, or dying doctors, nurses, and umbrella troopers lay strewn. Some electrocuted with twitching fingers, others on fire...regardless, they were burning or in agony one way or the other.

"H-help..." the doctor tried coughing out as he neared the radio on the dead troopers gear, it buzzed and chirped, but his voice wasn't loud enough to be heard on the other side.

"Gotta...help us.....wing's....on fire....send...help..." he coughed out as he grabbed onto the radio.

"This is Doctor Ronald...of Umbrella Corps wing R12, Azula, subject Z....has escaped, she's..on the move. Killed the entire medical team...and security officers. Somehow...over powered the surgeons...electrocuted our equipment...set fire to our chemical tanks. I don't know how she fought through Crane's neural toxin...but, she's unstoppable. She grabbed, Umbrella Agent Grace Tylor...and took her as a hostage into the next wing...please send back up-."

"Sorry darling...." came a voice on the other side of the radio, "But your back up's indisposed in the incinerated kind of way...." it was her, with an echo.

Suddenly he realized there was an echo because she was in the room with him again. "I'm back by the way..."

With a CLANK she landed on the medical table behind him, looking down on him with a sneer-made smirk, and a hand pluming in sapphire flame.

She was wearing Agent Tylor's clothes from before. Doctor Ronald backed up on his good elbow in terror, "Help me!! Someone" he shrieked out before he felt a boot on his back keeping him pinned.

"Shhh shhhh...we have much more to do before you have a reason to scream that loud...." she cooed.

"Where's Agent Grace Tylor...." The Doctor stammered, literally shaking.

Azula brushed hair out of her face, "...depends on your concept of afterlives...same with the rescue team sent to..." -she used quotation marks with her fingers- "Corner, me."

She looked at her arms and behind her, "But...she wasn't using this outfit, so...figured she owed me after poking around in my head with that burlap wearing dead-man.....now where is he!"

Doctor Ronald's glasses shattered against the metal floor as he was pressed harder against it, "I don't know, I don't know where Scarecrow went! D-Doctor Crane....he vanished in a puff of smoke after you electrocuted his face coming too..."

Azula looked in a reflective surface of a blank tv monitor, fixing an eye lash, "S'pose that'll have to do then...quickest way out of here? I can't really use any of the computers here without them pin pointing where I am...god this is tight, she looked much taller when she was alive..."

Doctor Ronald turned his head, seeing a naked gun on the ground near the holster of a dead officer. He glanced up at Azula still checking herself out in the reflective screen. "My ass looks huge in this..." she murmured.

His hand started to spider crawl towards the gun while he replied, ".....D-down the hall...east elevator...N-nineteenth floor..."

Before he could grab it, the gun erupted with flame as a blue fire ball hit it, and it started to fire across the floor by itself as bullets went off. He covered his head and Azula stood passively still as bullets wizzed by her, ricocheting off of walls before embedding themselves in things. She laughed at him squirming beneath her feet at the gun fire.

"Aww...is the big man afraid!?" She hissed jeeringly as he rolled over beneath her. "You're crazy!" he said hysterically.

"I'm not one to talk about being hurtful with one's words...but that was rude...." Her hands crackled with electric sparks.

"P-please no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just- I'm not a soldier, I'm not in charge, I'm not just a doctor-!!!"

He was cut off by a BLAST of electricity as she stood over him with a cold look in her eyes, "Correction...you're THE doctor I remember holding me down when I was pleading with you not to make me think of my father again....your loss..."

With a CRACKLE and a HISS his corpse stopped moving, save for a few twitches on his charred finger tips.

Azula inhaled deeply as she took in the scent of burning...everything around her before throwing her hair back over her shoulder and stretching "Mmmmmmmmmmm it's good to be back......"

Description
Flames filled the infirmary wing of the medical floor in Umbrella's private bunker base.

Umbrella surgical Doctor, Emery Ronald, crawled on his good arm across the floor to reach a voice com to the other rooms. All around him, dead, charred, or dying doctors, nurses, and umbrella troopers lay strewn. Some electrocuted with twitching fingers, others on fire...regardless, they were burning or in agony one way or the other.

"H-help..." the doctor tried coughing out as he neared the radio on the dead troopers gear, it buzzed and chirped, but his voice wasn't loud enough to be heard on the other side.

"Gotta...help us.....wing's....on fire....send...help..." he coughed out as he grabbed onto the radio.

"This is Doctor Ronald...of Umbrella Corps wing R12, Azula, subject Z....has escaped, she's..on the move. Killed the entire medical team...and security officers. Somehow...over powered the surgeons...electrocuted our equipment...set fire to our chemical tanks. I don't know how she fought through Crane's neural toxin...but, she's unstoppable. She grabbed, Umbrella Agent Grace Tylor...and took her as a hostage into the next wing...please send back up-."

"Sorry darling...." came a voice on the other side of the radio, "But your back up's indisposed in the incinerated kind of way...." it was her, with an echo.

Suddenly he realized there was an echo because she was in the room with him again. "I'm back by the way..."

With a CLANK she landed on the medical table behind him, looking down on him with a sneer-made smirk, and a hand pluming in sapphire flame.

She was wearing Agent Tylor's clothes from before. Doctor Ronald backed up on his good elbow in terror, "Help me!! Someone" he shrieked out before he felt a boot on his back keeping him pinned.

"Shhh shhhh...we have much more to do before you have a reason to scream that loud...." she cooed.

"Where's Agent Grace Tylor...." The Doctor stammered, literally shaking.

Azula brushed hair out of her face, "...depends on your concept of afterlives...same with the rescue team sent to..." -she used quotation marks with her fingers- "Corner, me."

She looked at her arms and behind her, "But...she wasn't using this outfit, so...figured she owed me after poking around in my head with that burlap wearing dead-man.....now where is he!"

Doctor Ronald's glasses shattered against the metal floor as he was pressed harder against it, "I don't know, I don't know where Scarecrow went! D-Doctor Crane....he vanished in a puff of smoke after you electrocuted his face coming too..."

Azula looked in a reflective surface of a blank tv monitor, fixing an eye lash, "S'pose that'll have to do then...quickest way out of here? I can't really use any of the computers here without them pin pointing where I am...god this is tight, she looked much taller when she was alive..."

Doctor Ronald turned his head, seeing a naked gun on the ground near the holster of a dead officer. He glanced up at Azula still checking herself out in the reflective screen. "My ass looks huge in this..." she murmured.

His hand started to spider crawl towards the gun while he replied, ".....D-down the hall...east elevator...N-nineteenth floor..."

Before he could grab it, the gun erupted with flame as a blue fire ball hit it, and it started to fire across the floor by itself as bullets went off. He covered his head and Azula stood passively still as bullets wizzed by her, ricocheting off of walls before embedding themselves in things. She laughed at him squirming beneath her feet at the gun fire.

"Aww...is the big man afraid!?" She hissed jeeringly as he rolled over beneath her. "You're crazy!" he said hysterically.

"I'm not one to talk about being hurtful with one's words...but that was rude...." Her hands crackled with electric sparks.

"P-please no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just- I'm not a soldier, I'm not in charge, I'm not just a doctor-!!!"

He was cut off by a BLAST of electricity as she stood over him with a cold look in her eyes, "Correction...you're THE doctor I remember holding me down when I was pleading with you not to make me think of my father again....your loss..."

With a CRACKLE and a HISS his corpse stopped moving, save for a few twitches on his charred finger tips.

Azula inhaled deeply as she took in the scent of burning...everything around her before throwing her hair back over her shoulder and stretching "Mmmmmmmmmmm it's good to be back......"