Ada Wong wakes, on a plain of asphalt. Her black hair is in a bob. She's in a little red dress. And she's small enough to spelunk inside an empty pop can that lies nearby.
To her, everything is so much farther away than what she's used to. A bronze coin, which lies nearby, is as big as a carousel turntable.
Very far away, a Slavic flag flies upside down at half-mast. The Slavic flag now has an Umbrella Corporation umbrella in its center.
For most folks, this situation would look bad-confusing, at the least. But Wong is a spy; whoever, or whatever did this to her only just made her job easier.
The city has been ravaged by BOWs. Some of the locals have likely become a few.
Behind Wong, a cockroach prowls around. To her, it's like an aircraft carrier on six legs, and with antennae longer than anything Wong's known.
Wong still remembers when she could squash a roach beneath one of her pumps...assuming it posed long enough for her to do so. Now, alas, she'd be lucky to find pumps she didn't have to mountaineer to get herself in.
The pop can is far. If she can just run to it and take cover...
Too late. The roach has seen her. It charges her. To him, it'd be like an aircraft carrier running over a swimmer.
Wong grabs a pair of hilts. They materialize into machetes.
The roach charges her. She yells, charges it, leaps forward, spins around, and slides across the asphalt on her back. She destroys the back of her dress. She flashes the machetes, and drags them along the roach's belly as she slides.
She slides out from beneath its abdomen, in one piece. She skids to a stop just below its tip.
She does a crunch, and looks between her bare legs. From the ceiling of the tunnel before her, the roach's entrails spill onto the asphalt-the same stuff Wong just skidded over nanoseconds before. The roach flips over, wiggles its six legs, and dies. His fall causes a wind that blows Wong farther away.
Somehow, Wong lands on her feet. Her dress is ruined; she strips, and ditches it. Now she's down to her red sheer lingerie. She's won the battle, but the war still rages on...and she needs a new red dress.
From behind her, a collared microbat swoops. She doesn't get a chance to see. Before she knows it, he's wrapped his talons around both her sides. He flaps his wings, and takes off, with her in his clutches.
As steamy as this is for Wong, she knows that collar he's wearing. She knows the man who controls it...
The ride is uncomfy. Wong wiggles in it. The bat responds by throwing her in the air, while he's flying at over 1000 meters. Wong screams as she falls.
The microbat swoops and catches her-by her lower legs. Helplessly, she hangs upside down for the rest of the flight.
She sure hopes this man has a fun job for her. Bat rides have always crept her out...even if slaying horror movie monsters is her party.
