AN: This is set post Racoon City but pre Las Plagas incident (RE 4) for now, I apologise in advance if anyone is out of character (namely Wesker!) and I hope you all enjoy the story. There will be lemons in this so consider yourself warned ;)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Resident Evil (just my girl Raven and this story) so any and all kudos goes to Capcom!

Chapter 1: First Meeting

Raven's p.o.v.

The chilly New York air did little to dampen the sense of unease for the group currently emerging from the Prometheus business complex, a front for Umbrella no less. They were all dressed in black professional looking suits with white shirts, making them look more like the secret service with their stoic expressions instead of independent mercenaries. One however, stood out from the rest of them. He was a good foot taller, broad shouldered, blonde, dressed head to toe in black and wore sunglasses… despite it being the late hours of the night. He barked orders to the men around him, scarring the crap out of the less seasoned of the bunch while he scanned the area, looking for trouble of any kind.

The stiff, statue like body guards stepped aside to make way for the elder bound to his mobile trap. The motorised hum of his wheelchair was easily drowned out by the never ended roars and beeps of impatient drivers, drowning out the groaning protests of his well-used device as he stopped by the curb. One could see he both despised and needed his prison of wheels and gears thanks to his withered legs only visible to those who have an eye for such details. His impeccable designer suit would hide that fact from most people.

Raven is not like most people.

She remained hidden, perched in her Eagles nest while staring down the scope of her M2010 Enhanced Sniper Rifle, complete with a silencer. Her clothing made her blend with the scenery, dressed in a black skin like combat suit with interwoven Kevlar webbing. Two handguns sat neatly on her hips with two Katana's strapped to her back. The mask she wore protected her identity but boy was it hot under there! Now, one could be forgiven for thinking that she was a female Deadpool but she'd shoot you in the face if you ever brought that up. So don't do it.

Raven was close enough to jump into the action when the time was right but she needed the distance in case something went wrong. The woman obscured in shadows adjusted her grip on the rifle while she wriggled her flattened body on the rooftop of the adjacent building, making sure she was ready for her shot. The night visioned image allowed her to see with clarity as another businessman emerged from the back of the group, walking to stand beside the crippled body of one of the richest men in the world. He grinned the greedy 'pleasure-doing-business-with-you' grin as he shook the old man's hand, his lips moved to say the words aloud.

Suddenly his jaw exploded, leaving the words unspoken as his eyes widened in shock and pain. His body crumbled to the floor as the guards leapt into action, training their guns in the direction of the shot… most of them aimed wide. It wasn't until the squelch of flesh from another bullet reaching its target in what is now the mangled head of the businessman, confirming the kill as it were, did they fire back at her. Raven ducked to dodge the ricocheting bullets, adjusting her rifle to automatic before jumping up to return fire. A hail of bullets flew from her modified gun, forcing the group… and everyone else in the street to take cover while she dropped into the alley way below her.

She had fastened her rifle to the small of her back and used her goggles to see the tall blonde yanking the old man out of his wheel chair just as a speeding car pulled up to the curb. Raven hissed under her breath "No! You won't get away from me Spencer!" And charged out of the alley with her twin Desert Eagles in hand.

Shots fired out from her hand cannons, hitting two of the guards' dead centre before having to jump onto the bonnet of a yellow taxi that almost ran her down. In a display of some serious ninja skills, she jumped off the bonnet and flipped while shooting the brains out of a third guard and landed with the perfect defensive role, barely dodging a few bullets while she was at it. The darkly dressed assassin trained both of her guns at the black Mercedes that sped off. In pure frustration, she shot the sides as it past her, ensuring to hit the glass where Spencer's face should have been as the vehicle screamed past her, taking her prize out of her reach… and making her waste all of her bullets.

"Dammit!" Her anger was short lived as a blur of black suddenly slammed into her face, sending her flying into a nearby abandoned car. The window shattered on impact as her body was slammed into the driver's door, wracking her entire body with pain before it even registered she had hit the ground. Raven barely rolled out of the way as an incoming kick booted the car a few feet away, leaving an odd skid mark on the bitumen. She got on her feet and whipped out her sword, slashing horizontally in front of her, forcing her assailant to lean back and dodge it. She hacked again, seeing it was the tall blonde with sunglasses that was giving her so much trouble. Again he dodged the attack, moving like liquid but she was determined to make him pay for getting in her way.

Raven growled as she began a deadly dance with the man, slashing and hacking away, delivering the occasional shin or roundhouse kick to get some breathing space whenever he got too close. It was like fighting air. The audacious bastard had a smirk permanently etched on his features, like he wasn't even trying, just playing with her and that pissed her off. Suddenly he moved faster than her eyes could follow and kicked her blade as she brought it down in a vertical sweep, breaking a third of the blade clean off into the air above them. He caught said blade in his gloved hand and stabbed her in her thigh, causing Raven to scream out painfully as he twisted the invasive metal. He backhanded her as though he were swatting a fly out of his face and knocked her to the ground.

Raven tried to regain her senses long enough to remove the blade still stuck in her leg but her shoulder was kicked back into the ground by her opponent, then he stomped on her chest, breaking three of her ribs in the process. A strangled screamed escaped her bloodied lips, currently soaking her mask and trickling down her throat as the smirking menace stooped down to grab her by her neck. He slowly dragged her a few paces, deliberately over shards of broken glass before lifting her wheezing body to his eyelevel, making her feet dangle a few inches off the ground. She held onto his wrist with a weakened grip as unconsciousness threatened to take her down.

The man snarled cruelly into her face with a smooth mocking purr. "Did you think you could kill someone like Lord Spencer and live to tell the tale?"

Raven struggled to speak until she got strangled breath in and chuckled "I never really did think things through…" Her head lopped to the side as she released her grip on his wrist, holding up her hand to show a ring with a grenade pin hanging around her middle finger. "Luck on the other hand, I have in abundance."

The man looked down to see a cylindrical grenade had been attached to his belt while he'd been choking the would be assassin. Within a second of its discovery it exploded in a bright flash of white and a deafening sound. This blinded his seemingly sensitive eyes and deafened his sharp ears, causing him to drop Raven as he stepped back in agony, trying to shield himself from the assault on his senses. Raven took the opportunity the rip the blade out of her leg and limp away from the battle zone, she was not blinded by the flash bang grenade since she shut her eyes in time and really didn't care about hearing bells ringing all night. The world was mute as she forced her mangled body to cooperate long enough to reach the next building over.

She used the grappling gun she kept strapped to her thigh (not the one that just got stabbed) at all times and fired it at the rooftop. Raven allowed the device to pull her out of harms way and once she was on the roof, she began the very long and painful trip home.

Wesker's p.o.v

Wesker growled at the ever annoying sound of a ruptured eardrum screaming away inside his mind, causing the headache to intensify from the exposure of far too much light for his reptilian eyes. The protigenitor virus was already repairing the minor damage but by the time his senses had returned to him, the assassin was gone. The blade tip he had used as a make shift knife sat in a pool of blood that trickled towards a nearby building and stopped completely. The trail was already cold. Despite being an obvious amateur, the girl was at least smart enough to plan her escape route.

He squatted down to examine the blade and took note of its high density steel. He lowered his glasses just enough to utilized his heightened sight to spot the unique ribbons of the blade. A potential lead. "If this is a custom made blade, then there is a high chance of finding you my dear." He mused aloud in his cool collected tone.

He stood and took note of his surroundings, all of the other body guards were dead. There were several witnesses still routed to the spot in terror, too weak and pathetic to run to safety. His disgust for the human race only seemed to grow every day since his rebirth and he held no remorse for whenever he slayed innocent bystanders. Today was no exception. Secrecy held the utmost importance to Umbrella and her affiliates and there was no room for human sentiment. Within a blur of movement their throats had been slashed and was now removing the identification of the more than useless mercenaries assigned to protect Spencer. His musings were cut short when his phone began to ring.

He began walking away from the scene of carnage with the assassin's blade in hand and flipped his phone open against his ear. "Wesker."

"What the hell was that all about!?" Demanded Spencer on the other side of the line, clearly pissed off with the attempt on his feeble life.

Wesker couldn't help but smirk as he barely kept the sarcasm out of his voice. "I would say that was a botched assassination attempt on your behalf sir."

"I want to know who dared to try and strike me down. Get me the identity of this assassin and whoever hired them, all their affiliates and I want them dead!" A particularly chesty coughing fit followed the old man's raging fit, causing him to gasp for his precious air.

Wesker rolled his eyes at his orders for he thought they were quite obvious and unnecessarily voiced. "Try not to excite yourself sir, it will be done."

"Good" with a click the line went dead.

Raven's p.o.v

It took hours for her to get back to her apartment thanks to being unable to breathe and the huge gaping wound in her leg but Raven refused to give up. So she made it back home. Barely. She didn't care about the blood trail she left on the roof and didn't dare to remove her suit until she was indoors. If anyone knew who she was, it was over… So it's best not to walk in through the front door, dressed like a ninja and bleeding like a stuck pig. Thankfully, she kept a key for the roof access point tucked safely away in one of the million pockets she had on her and slowly made her way inside. When she finally wondered down the hallway that lead to her apartment she was dressed in a simple white singlet and boy shorts, carrying her combat suit and weapons bundled under her arm as she passed her blissfully ignorant neighbours.

She was careful not to make too much noise but only one of them would be nosey enough to investigate. Big Mama. She was a nice enough lady, a little on the heavy side but was probably too much of a stickybeak for her own good. Raven leaned against the doorway for room 13B and suppressed the urge to moan as she fidgeted with her keys, trying to find the one for her apartment door. Eventually the correct key met the lock and opened her sanctuary currently obscured by darkness. Raven limped inside and gently shut the door, locking it before flicking on the lights. She dumped her gear on the breakfast table and moved towards her pantry to grab a jar of honey, pouring it into a saucepan and left it on the stove to boil.

Raven limped her way through her cramped apartment, squeezing past her weapon racks, work benches and her intelligence centre until she reached her bathroom. The white asylum walls did little to lift her mood as she flipped on the lights and stared at her own reflection. Her face was already bruised and swollen from where Terminator mistook her for a punching bag. She winced as she gingerly touched her nose, causing dried blood to flake into the sink. With a sigh she turned the faucets and made the water warm before proceeding to clean up what was once her face. After a few dabs and splashes she could see her pale features once more. Her dark brown hair clung around her brows and cheeks, making her look quite ill from the pain and blood loss.

Her deep brown eyes stared coldly if not slightly accusingly at her battered face, betraying her disappointment in losing her primary target. She never bothered with makeup, always felt it took way too much time to put on and even longer to get it off, especially when it became smudged with blood and sweat. As a result, her face was already clean. There was nothing she could do for the swelling… accept put ice on it. With a heavy sigh she turned off the taps and made her way back to the kitchen, switching on her radio as she walked past it. The news reported an incident happened downtown but it didn't go into any details. What did catch her attention as she grabbed the now boiling pot of honey and her first aid kit, was the mention of civilian casualties.

'Huh… pretty sure I didn't shoot a civilian… Bah… their own damn fault for not getting out of the way.'

With a shake of her head at the idiocy of some people, she made her way to her 'intelligence centre'. It was series of computers with five monitors ready for action at all times. It was state of the art and took quite a while to steal what she needed for this set up. A comfortable leather office chair almost beckoned her to take a seat but before she did, Raven stared at the hierarchy of photographs on her bulletin board. These where her personal hits. She doesn't normally get paid for these unless she worked for Tricell or Omni pharmaceuticals. Raven couldn't help but stare at the pinnacle of her hierarchy. Spencer. The one that got away. Many had already been crossed off her list and many more had been added since she started.

"Hmm that reminds me…" She mused aloud as she took a seat and fired up her computers. "Who was the tall blonde that kicked my ass today?"

Raven opened up her files to sort through all the information she had managed to gather over the last two years from the number of corporations she had worked for. They were more than happy to give her whatever they had on their rival, completely ignorant to the notes she had been taking on them as well. The battered woman slowly cleaned the deep still bleeding cut in her leg as she flipped through the files, reading for any mention for a guy who can move faster than lightning and punch harder than hell, wearing sunglasses to boot. She carefully poured some super-heated honey into her wound and growled out the burn, knowing damn well if she screamed, big mama would call the superintendent again and break the freaken door down.

Her body shivered as the substance cauterised the wound, stopping the blood flow at last. Raven grimaced as she placed gauze against the entry point and began binding her wound. She nearly dropped the bandage when one of her monitors flashed an old line up photo of Umbrella's scientists from the Arklay mountain branch. There on the right hand side of the white coated researchers was the tall blonde. He was the only one that wasn't smiling… and seemed to have those glasses super glued to his face.

Raven leaned forward to read the names of the scientists, mumbling slightly as she did. "… William Birkin… Albert Wesker. Huh. So that's your name. How did a scientist learn how to fight like that?"

She leaned back and damn near jumped out of her seat when her phone rang. With an agitated growl, Raven picked up her mobile currently dancing on her desk. "… Raven."

"Congratulations on a job well done, though I do believe you were a little excessive with the collateral…" cooed her contact. His voice was far too cheerful to be truly disappointed. "The money has been transferred as usual, with a little bonus for blowing off Mr. William's jaw."

"It was my pleasure and thank you for your prompt payment. I do admire efficiency in a man."

"You flatter me, though had I known you were so… ruthless, I would have sent you after a more particular target of mine." He of course was referring to the civilians.

"I'll have you know that was not my doing." She replied coldly, sounding disinterested and unaffected by the news.

Her contact did not bother to mask his surprise but it also felt forced to her ears. "Oh? Then who did?"

"Someone named Albert Wesker." She paused to allow him to absorb the information. "Who is he?"

There was a pause before he replied. "How do you know that name?"

"I have my ways, now answer the question." Although he did kind of give her an answer.

"Are you sure it was him?" He sounded nervous.

"He was the only one left standing." The agitation grew in her voice and Raven did not bother to hide it.

"Shit…" There was a pause until he cleared his throat. "He's Umbrella Intelligence. Basically a spy with one hell of a brain. Just assume he knows everything before you do. He's cunning, ruthless and is often seen with Spencer, the targets meet for tonight."

Raven's brow twitched as her ordinarily cold demeanour shifted towards volatile rage. "And you did not think that piece of information was relevant for tonight's hit!?"

"Hey! I didn't know he was going to be there I swear!"

"Yeah right." She scoffed and returned to her usual cold voice. "More like you were hoping I'd complete the hit and he'd take me out so you wouldn't have to pay the bill."

"Now you're just being paranoid I-"

"Do you remember what I told you when you first made contact with me? I need full disclosure with any information regarding a hit. Failure to do so will result in termination in any and all contacts. Do not call me again."

With that she switched off her phone, popped out the battery then popped out the sim card. She bent the piece of plastic back and forth until it snapped right through its circuit board, making it impossible for use or to be tracked by anyone. Raven stared at the image of Albert Wesker, studying his features closely, committing him to memory so she could further her research on him. If she was going to get to Spencer, she needed to get past him first.

Her staring match with the inanimate image was interrupted by a gasping whisper. "Oh my God!"

Raven turned in her chair to see the heavy set woman who lived across the hall from her, staring in shock at her impressive arsenal of death and destruction. Her mouth opened and closed like a gaping cat fish, her curly red hair was more of a mess than usual and it seemed to become frizzier as her fear grew. Raven's hand reached beneath her desk for her hidden berretta, pulling it from its holster and flipping the safety off with a quiet 'click'.

She regarded the frightened woman who was at a loss for words for once, weighing up her options. "How'd you get in here Evey?"

Said woman snapped her head at Raven's direction and took a step back, holding up a ring of keys in her hand. "I… I-I borrowed Harvey's keys…" The superintendent's keys.

Raven stood and balanced most of her weight on her good leg, hiding the gun behind her back. "And what inspired you to come inside my home Evey?"

"W-well when I came home I… I uh saw blood in the hallway… and it lead to your door. I-I was worried you were hurt so I came to check on you…" She kept walking backwards as Raven slowly stalked her. Her eyes darting everywhere, taking in far too much information.

"Oh big mama…" Raven sighed disappointedly, aiming her gun at Evey's head and pulled the trigger before she had time to scream. "You should have knocked first."

The silencer made the shot sound like a gentle hiss, keeping any other nosy neighbours at bay for now. Her body hit the floor with a heavy thud, causing some of her blood to splatter across the adjacent wall. Raven limped over to the well-meaning woman and squat down by her head, watching the trail of crimson stain her heart shaped face. "Why couldn't you have minded your own business big mama? I actually liked you."

With another agitated sigh, Raven got to work with packing her gear. If this Wesker guy was as good as her ex-contact made him sound, he'd find her if she stayed. Too much linked her to this place and now she had a corpse to worry about. Once she had what she could not live without and set her computers to purge, she lugged her heavy bags out the door, leaving big mama to be found by someone else… a lot of research was about being scrubbed from her hard drives but she was a patient woman. She needed to do something to occupy her mind while her body healed…. Ribs take forever to heal… She'll get it back and pick up the hunt where she left off. Only this time she will have a new target.

Albert Wesker.