The kick was nothing, a dull thump against his leg. It was the intent that drew the command - Aunamee's stubborn, foolish, refusal to do as he was told.
It was time for this to stop. One way or another.
His elbow shot out, a quick, sharp, powerful strike and glass broke in shower of glittering shards - the window of the car beside them nothing paper beneath his strength. He reached inside and jabbed at the little button down underneath the armrest.
The trunk popped, an ominous squeal of metal and rust.
Then a hand came down on the back of Aunamee's strangely twisted neck, hauling him up like a kitten by the scruff, and Wesker half dragged, half carried the man to the back of the car.
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The kick was nothing, a dull thump against his leg. It was the intent that drew the command - Aunamee's stubborn, foolish, refusal to do as he was told.
It was time for this to stop. One way or another.
His elbow shot out, a quick, sharp, powerful strike and glass broke in shower of glittering shards - the window of the car beside them nothing paper beneath his strength. He reached inside and jabbed at the little button down underneath the armrest.
The trunk popped, an ominous squeal of metal and rust.
Then a hand came down on the back of Aunamee's strangely twisted neck, hauling him up like a kitten by the scruff, and Wesker half dragged, half carried the man to the back of the car.