Title: Property of Umbrella
Prompt: #30 Costumes
Word Count: 600
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and no profit is being made from the use of them.
Property of Umbrella
Deft fingers tugged the nylon laces through the eighth eyehole of her boot and pulled tight before tying and tucking them beneath the topknot. Her left leg slid back with a faint whine against the linoleum-tiled floor and she repeated the same mindless task with the right before rising. Her back straightened and she turned, ran steady hands down the sides of the ribbed tank top and frowned into the mirror above the cot.
Her brows lowered and she cocked her head, stared at the all black military garb she had been asked—see ordered—to put on and repressed the urge to flick off her reflection. She didn’t want to compromise the fact that Cain had told her she was going to be reunited with her team. A team she had no memory of but after nineteen days of tests that seemed to last for hours and exhaust her both physically and mentally she was ready for a change. Ready to see a flash of insight into who she had been.
The door behind her hissed, slid open and the mirror allowed her to watch Cain’s casual once over, see the way his mouth pulled up at the corners at the sight her. She waited for his focus to shift toward the mirror and then met his gaze, brow arching. “Like what you see?”
“Stunning. Now you look like yourself.” He stepped into the room and reached a hand into the pocket of his tailored suit. His arm rose and she frowned at the jewelry box he held in his palm, silently waiting for her to take the offered gift. She turned, crossed her arms and ignored the pleased flash in his pale eyes as he was greeted with the front of her. “A memento from your life. Perhaps it will help you to remember.”
She frowned before hesitantly taking it from him and flicking her gaze up to met his. “Does Isaacs know you’re cheating?”
Cain’s lips spread wider. “It shall be our secret.”
She ignored his pleasure filled words, ignored him as green eyes settled on the navy box. She turned it toward her, fingers grasping the top and she forced the small hinge open.
Pale lips dipped as she stared down in confusion at its contents. Her brows rose and she laid a gentle touch over the silver cross and lifted it, dragging the chain from the compartment with the soft sound of metal running over velvet. A small tug freed it completely and she watched the smooth face gleam beneath the florescent lights.
She flipped it over in her hand, caught sight of the writing along the back and stared at the neatly etched words ‘Property of Umbrella’ and refocused on Cain. “This was mine?”
“Yes.” He stepped forward, “Let me help you.”
“No.” She tossed him the box and he caught it easily as she unclasped the chain and draped it around her neck. Her gaze locked with his as she fastened it and then pulled her tank top away from her body allowing the cool metal to settle against the warmth of her chest.
Cain inclined his head, stepped to the side and motioned her forward. “Shall we?”
Her skin crawled as she passed him and felt his gaze slip over her. She suppressed the urge to slam a white knuckled fist into his throat, that would force him to relearn how to breathe or possible choke to death on his blood. She paused, confused by her train of thought and waited from Cain to take the lead.
Silently following him—for now.