The Incursion Directive

by Chris03

They work in the shadows, answering to no one. They are HCF, the highly classified branch of the CIA known by few. Their goal is investigation and termination of the Umbrella Corporation. She is Ada Wong, top Agent in HCF. It is her mission...

1. The Beginning

Prologue.

In 1965, after years of research and development two scientists uncovered the Mother Virus, later to be known world wide as the deadliest of all Bio- organic weapons. Ozwald Spencer, with the help of his partner Alexander Ashford named this creation the T-virus, capable of mutating any living organism at the cellular level. Determined to expand on this weapon, Spencer ordered George Trevor to build a mansion, located on the outskirts of the suburban Raccoon City, which at the time was blossoming with life and population. As the mansion stood tall over Raccoon forest, Spencer went mad within the first few months, killing Trevor's family and imprisoning him in an underground cell. Fed up with Spencer's disastrous decisions and costly expenses, Ashford secretly sent information on newly formed Umbrella Inc. to the U.S government, detailing in the T-virus research and development of bio-weapons on living hosts.

The year was 1969, Spencer had secretly moved Umbrella H.Q to the mansion lab, and with the Mayor in his right pocket ultimately controlled Raccoon City. Ashford leaves in disgust to Spencer and continues research in Antarctica, all the while supplying information on Spencer's activities in Raccoon City. With the black budget government intrigued by the T-virus research, they form with Ashford's help HCF, based to secretly keep tabs on Umbrella while working in the shadows, answering to no one. That same year, HCF dispatches Agent Samantha Wong, whose mission is simple. Infiltrate the Spencer Mansion, uncover the truth on the Mother Virus, and exfiltrate without alarming suspicion. With the first real move on Umbrella, HCF awaits it's Agent's report...

Prologue Chapter 1: The mission.

Raccoon Forest, 1969.

"I understand.yes, consider it done. Goodnight." Samantha Wong hung up the phone, looking around her hotel room. Tension was unknown to her, she was well aware of the risks and dangers with the job. Yet a certain excitement to it all drove her to pure adrenaline. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she looked out the window as rain poured down, and looked out at Raccoon Forest, where she would be going that night. The first act, first mission, against the Umbrella Corp. ever. Yet she couldn't help but worry for the child she carried secretly, her own superiors unknown to its existence. The father, a former Navy commander, was the enemy, a low profile yet high ranking Umbrella official, she had been working on him for the past nine months, gathering bits of information while obtaining the cover of an office girl. Yet a month ago, she was ordered to withdraw, when Gary Sanders, the father, was considered useless, no-good information left to get. Samantha, had no feelings for him, it was her job to gather information. If it hadn't been for that night when she drank a little too much and lost her senses, this child in her womb would not be a problem. Two months pregnant and she already felt the pressures of carrying a child.

Before taking this mission in Raccoon City, she had already decided to carry the child, and raise it. With no love life the realization of procreation had come early since beginning work for the government. Now with this child, she felt a sense of understanding in life, and what she was meant to do.

"This is White Queen, moving in, Over." She whispered into her portable radio. On the other end was her partner, Lieutenant Jonathon Bailey, who remained in a jeep three miles away.

"Received White Queen, proceeding with radio silence, over and out." Jonathon replied.

Samantha clipped the small radio on her belt, and secured her silenced Walther PPK in its holster. Dressed in black fatigues, she looked at the night sky, as the moon and stars broke through the parting clouds. The forest was wet, yet surprisingly unsecured. Umbrella had much to learn about keeping a top-secret organization apparently. Running down the forest path, Samantha came across the river, and began to remove her backpack. Several minutes later, she dove into the still waters complete with scuba gear, and started the mile long swim to the mansion grounds.

No light was available underwater, forcing her to feel her way down the riverbed. Finally, after a half-hour of swimming, she came to the rocky damn where Umbrella had secured any unauthorized entrance to the mansion grounds. Samantha removed her gear, and took one final breath from the tank. Above the water, Umbrella armed guards patrolled the outside of the giant house, AK-47's in their arms. Nerves were tense as she squeezed through the pipe, crawling slowly through to the target zone, a small lake inside the courtyard, which was nearest to the mansion.

"I'm in." She whispered to herself surprisingly, taking slow deep breaths after three minutes underwater. Climbing out of the lake, she didn't bother pulling out the PPK, but instead ran straight for the lift to the inner courtyard above. All around were boxes containing lawn furniture, benches, statues, all still being moved in. Agent Wong crouched behind the largest of the boxes, which contained a large piece of a fountain not installed yet. Further down the stone pathway was the entrance to the back of the house, yet a lone sentry patrolled. As he turned away, she grabbed a stone wall's ledge and climbed above the yard, walking slowly on the wall while the guard stood oblivious.

"Be dumb for me.." She thought, throwing a dime down the alleyway to a lift leading to the lower yard. The guard held his AK shoulder height, walking slowly down the alleyway while Samantha entered the door.

Further along, she finally reached the mansion's back door, and entered the house.

"I'd like this delivered to Lord Spencer immediately, it's the latest security report." A man said around the corner, Samantha walked slowly and peered around the bend, seeing a scientist giving a posted guard a memo.

As the guard exited through a pair of double doors, Samantha rounded the corner to meet the scientist face to face.

"You're late." The man protested, walking up to her.

"Sorry, I lost a dime, what do you have for me." Samantha questioned. Her inside contact handed Samantha a key.

"This'll get you into Spencer's bedroom, he keeps the access code to the main lab in his second drawer of the right hand desk." The man informed.

"Why can't you just give me your access code?" Samantha continued.

"Because I don't have one, Spencer is the only one with access to the main lab on level B3. Everyone else is locked out. Look I'm due for duty in ten minutes I've got to go, you know how to get to the labs right?"

"Right, bye now." Samantha finished, walking through a single door. Several scientists were talking loudly on the stairs, the only way to Spencer's bedroom. Samantha stood in the dark hallway, motionless. After five minutes of useless conversation, the three proceeded into an office, finally giving her a clear path. As she prepared to continue to the stairs, the door behind her began to open.

Chapter 2: Night of mystery.

The guard opened the door, and closed it behind him slowly, shifting his AK to his side for better comfort. Above him, with a foot mounted on each of the hallway's walls, Agent Wong remained motionless, yet still struggling for balance. As the guard entered a storage room beside the stairs, she released her footing and fell to the floor silently. Racing up the stairs without taking time, she listened to the storage room door opening below, she had just made it up.

"Nice." She quipped, turning to sneak down the hallway. At the end, the door to Spencer's bedroom met her. As she entered, a small fire in the fireplace crackled in the darkness of the enclosed room, his main bedroom in another door to the right. On a desk, Spencer's diary lay open for prying eyes.

April 14th, 1969.

After years of building, Trevor's has finally finished my mansion. Upon my request, and unknown to his knowledge, my own team of engineers has secretly installed a laboratory under the mansion, we had to replace an entire well Trevor designed to fit an elevator shaft. The poor bastard, he's been dead for two years now, and his wife and child still remain in our care. Lisa, the daughter, was the only test subject to survive, somehow. The mother, Jessica however, died only weeks after injection with the T-virus. A shame for her daughter.

Now with the T-virus safe in our lab, we can begin progressive studies on how to further advance it. And with that I'll need to start in finding competent scientists to work for me. I have been looking at this one boy's knowledge of science, he's come highly recommended, Birkin..

"George Trevor..." Samantha read the name aloud, remembering the missing person's report of the famous Architect and his family. Continuing through the door, she looked upon Spencer's expensive furniture, paintings and artwork, and his king size bed dead center of the vast room. Towering over the room were two gigantic windows, looking across Raccoon Forest and the Arklay Mountains.

"Hello." She saw the desk her contact spoke of, and opened the drawer. Sure enough, inside was the key card needed. All of a sudden the door to the previous room opened and slammed shut, followed by scuffling feet across the floorboards. As Lord Spencer entered his bedroom, something seemed off, different yet he could not place his finger on what it was.

The middle-aged man began to mumble to himself, sometimes becoming violent and slamming his fist on a desk, all the whole reading a memo in his hand. Samantha crouched behind a chair, not daring to peer out to see what was happening. Finally after about five minutes, Spencer opened the drawer in his desk and searched for the key card to the lab. As he left the room, Samantha realized it was a smart thing to leave it there when he had entered, for if she hadn't this mission would be over.

"Open the lab doors!" Spencer screamed while walking down the stairs of the main hall, candles lit on tall pedestals. Two guards posted beside the doors to the lab under the stairs walked up to each other and removed two emblems, placing them into the slots provided. A second later, the gate lock released and Spencer walked down the basement steps.

'The emblems make sure not everyone can gain access, clever.' Samantha thought, crouching at the top of the steps in the shadows. On the huge window above the main doors to the mansion, rain began pounding as the storm picked up.

"So you hear the latest about Ashford?" One of the posted guards was heard saying, both of them still posted by the lab doors and the only guards in the main hall at the moment.

"Yeah, apparently he's trying to clone himself or something, grow children. Crazy bastard." The second one replied. Samantha crept down the steps, making up every move as she went along.

"Is it just me, or is it a common trend? I mean, off the record, Spencer's not all there either, that's pretty obvious, and now Ashford's trying to clone himself.must be a union thing." The first said, chuckling.

"Here we go." Agent Wong whispered, kicking one of the candle pedestals over and sending them to the floor. What would have been no damage turned into disaster as the candles swept up into flames, burning the red carpet that outstretched through the center of the main hall.

"Holy hell!!!" The first guard yelled, running with his buddy to investigate the noise while Sam jumped over the railing and proceeded down the steps. Just her luck, the emblems had remained in the gate, allowing her access to the basement steps. Advancing to the bottom, Samantha noticed that the steps led to a portion of the mines underneath the entire Arklay Mountains, the difference being this particular area was closed off. Walking down the short mine cave, she came across a ladder leading even deeper underground. As she turned to see where she was, a lone coffin sat dead center of the altar like room, which was standing tall above a rocky abyss below. Walking past the coffin, she noticed the name on the inscription reading "Test Subject T-123, Jessica Trevor."

"That's odd." Sam protested, after a short ride up a lift, she stood at the start of a garden, where a huge fountain stood empty. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the well was recently dried, and a metal elevator hung beside stone steps leading down. It would have been impossible to reach here going through the forest, due to high patrol numbers yet.Intel said nothing of this, the entrance on the outside of the house.

Giving very little thought to it, Samantha closed the lift gate behind her and pressed the button for it to go down. The lift slammed to the ground, shaking the entire cage. As she exited, she immediately noticed that the entire underground lab complex was a derelict, due to Spencer's orders for the time being no lab personnel were allowed underground yet until construction was complete. This gave her easy access to the complex, a rare treat on such stealth heavy missions.

Another ladder brought her to the B1 of the lab. On this level stationed a conference room and due to construction very few lights. As she proceeded to B2, a distant whisper followed grumbled mumbles. someone was down here.

"Spencer?" She questioned to herself, listening closely to the growls that seemed like that of a whimper. Sam followed the voice slowly, opening several doors until coming across a sealed one. Beside the steal door, a three separate card reader sat on the wall, above it a small sign reading "MO Disk verification."

"Thank you op tech." Sam thought, taking out a key card splicer which would give her access. Inputting it three times, she unlocked the door and entered to meet yet another set of stairs.

"How far down am I?" She had thought several times, judging by the elevator ride down and the several staircases that she was very deep underground. The groans became louder now, echoing in the cramp corridor. As she rounded the corner beside the stairs, she immediately noticed a sturdy metal door between the concrete walls, inside the wails and mumbles continued. Peering through the small bar window, she looked inside the pitch-black room, only hearing sounds yet seeing nothing. Leaning closer, a sudden scream rang out along with a mutated hand grabbing her own through the bars.

Chapter 3: The Lisa Project.

Samantha jolted back, in a split second seeing the terrorized eyes of the young girl. Through the darkness, Sam could see the mutated marks across her face, the short blond hair curled and burnt.

"What the hell!?" She whispered loudly, feeling where the mutant had grabbed her on the hand. Samantha unclipped her small two-way radio, and dialed in Agent Bailey's signal.

"White Knight, come in." She said through it, walking back and forth.

"Received White Queen, report?" Jonathon replied, sitting anxiously in the jeep miles away.

"I've come across an Umbrella experiment, looks like a young girl mutated extensively. Judging from reports I've found, its Lisa Trevor, the daughter of that architect George Trevor." Sam informed, looking into the now silent cell.

"The Trevor family, according to reports, they went missing two years ago this November. George Trevor's last known whereabouts were in Raccoon City, overseeing the final stages on an unknown project..hmm.fits the profile." Bailey read the report in the dark, trying to speak over the loud rain smashing on the roof of the jeep.

"What should I do about her?" Sam questioned, carefully stepping towards the door.

"Nothing, continue with the mission, over and out." Agent Bailey finished, turning the channel off.

"Nothing.great." Sam said to herself, clipping the radio on and walked slowly back up the steps.

The room was empty, except for the low hum of the ventilation fans it was silent. Sam stepped into the lab's archive room, which not only housed complete records of Umbrella but several early experiments in the back. On a desk in the corner lay the access port, which was also a very advanced computer terminal for the time.

"Alright, here we go." Sam pressed the power button, activating the console.

The screen flashed and the huge machine in the back room hummed on. Sam watched as the monitor revealed Umbrella's archives.

Umbrella archive command console..

Last accessed: 03/26/69.

Present Date: 04/16/69.

Would you like to proceed? Yes/No?

Yes.

Umbrella command authorization code:

Samantha imputed the code transmitted to HQ by her contact before the mission.

01236459.

Code Confirmed

Welcome..

Last accessed archive: Ebora Virus studies. The last chosen file caught Agent Wong's attention first, and out of curiosity she clicked on it.

Ebora Virus: A mutant compound originally discovered 09/27/59, by Ozwald Spencer (Service #0001) and Alexander Ashford (Service #0002) in the jungles of South America..

10/29/59.Spencer and Ashford discover full viral potential of Ebora Virus.

11/05/59.Spencer and Ashford successfully inject Ebora Virus into living guinea pig, viral mutations complete 11/06/59. Findings astounding.

05/22/60.Umbrella Inc. formed. Using black budget funds are able to secretly continue Ebora Virus projects.

06/12/60.Umbrella Inc. officially opened, developing in state of the art pharmaceutical products.

09/14/60.Ozwald Spencer named most successful businessman of the year.

04/13/61.Successful reproduction of Ebora Virus, now an unlimited source is available.

06/23/63.Umbrella Paris Lab facility opened, fully operational with secret biological laboratories and state of the art computer systems.

02/25/65.Ozwald Spencer orders Mansion to be built in Arklay Mountain area of Raccoon City.

05/12/65.Alexander Ashford, Umbrella vice president, reported missing.

05/15/65.Alexander Ashford found, after being captured by drug gangs in New York. All captures eliminated.

07/18/65.Ebora Virus code named Mother Virus, or for security purposes, T- virus.

09/23/65.Alexander Ashford moves his studies to newly built Antarctica lab.

11/09/67.Jessica Trevor and Lisa Trevor captured and subdued by Ozwald Spencer, each being used as test subjects. Jessica Trevor later dies, while Lisa Trevor survives.

11/12/67.George Trevor locked in basement area of Mansion until dying four days later of starvation.

01/12/69.Ozwald Spencer moves operations division of Umbrella to the now open Spencer Mansion. Underground labs still under construction, estimated time to completion: Six months.

Last updated message:

03/26/69.Lisa Trevor injected with latest strand of T-virus. Mutation unsuccessful, however other unforeseen abnormalities present. Later injections include: a)Day by day injections.b)Acceleration of cell membranes.c)Injecting host with developing mutation recently discovered in Paris lab, code named N-T1, or Nemesis.

Several things caught her eye in the data, for one, the missing persons report on Ashford in '65 was actually when he met with the U.S Government secretly, and defected without Spencer's knowing. The government then faked his capture to preserve their contact in Umbrella.

Sam put her disk into the data port, and began downloading Umbrella's database. As it completed, she proceeded to the B3 lab, where the T-virus was located.

"That bastard..injecting viral compounds on the poor child." Samantha thought, stepping inside the lift and hitting the down button. She couldn't get the thought of Lisa Trevor out of her mind, and as those thoughts rang through her, she locked the hammer on her Walther PPK, and stepped off the lift. Spencer was just through the door ahead.

Chapter 4: Revelations.

The lab door slid open, revealing a misty damp room. Along the center were several dozen stasis tanks, all empty, and along the walls of the room were computer panels, wires needing to be placed at a later date. As Samantha entered the lab, she immediately noticed the room was clear of life, Spencer wasn't here.

"White Queen to White Knight, proceeding to final phase of the objective, prep the jeep for a fast evac. Over." Sam whispered into her radio.

"Acknowledged White Queen, do what you need to do fast and get yourself out of there, forest patrols have grown larger in the last hour or so, don't know why but watch yourself on the way out." Jonathon replied, sitting in the jeep watching closely for any patrols.

"Understood, see you soon." Sam finished, holstering her gun as it was presumably safe. At the end of the room, sat the largest of the stasis tanks, yet inside was too dark, the water too cold and frosting the glass. Agent Wong leaned closer for a look, when all of a sudden the floor down the room began to move, sliding back as the underground lift rode up, Spencer on it. As he stepped off, something seemed odd in the room, yet again he couldn't place what it was, only instinct spoke to him. Samantha crouched behind a stasis tube, peering around the corner as Spencer walked up to the console beside the large stasis tank, and pressed a record button.

"Lab log, April 16th, 1969. I've prepped the T-002 for the third phase in production, estimated time to phase 4..twelve weeks. The T-virus being transferred throughout the central nervous system will take that amount of time to complete, and with this time we'll be able to hopefully finish work on the labs. Hopefully..Subject T-124..Lisa..has been asking for her mother again, which leads me to believe she's lost long term memory. How I remember that day, the look on her mother's face as her own daughter struck her down, stripped her face of its flesh. How rewarding." Spencer talked aloud, the tape recording every cynical word. Samantha pulled the Walther out, holding it tight. She had orders to eliminate anyone in her way, including Spencer himself. Yet she was also "hinted" at not to do so, HCF needed Spencer alive for further information. After ten minutes, it became obvious Spencer had no intention of leaving.

"Freeze!" Sam screamed, whipping around the stasis tank and holding her gun shoulder height with one hand. Spencer didn't seem at all surprised, yet instead turned slowly to meet his adversary.

"How interesting." He quipped, putting his clipboard slowly onto the console and facing her.

"Hands behind your head and on your knees, now!" Sam continued, taking a step forward.

"But of course young one, of course.tell me who."

"Shut up." Sam interrupted, patting the scientist down for any hidden weapons. After a long pause, he continued his dialogue anyways.

"Who do you work for."

"Myself." She replied lying through her teeth.

"Is that so, and I suppose your after, what, money? Are you another second rate thief, seeing my mansion and deciding to take a closer view? Do you get your kicks off of undermining a low ranked security officer for a few bucks?" Spencer droned on and on, patting his hands together mounted on his head.

"Very good Mr. Spencer, and I suppose you get your kicks from kidnapping and murdering a young girl's family, and then using her for a personal guinea pig for your mutation tests?"

"You're very perceptive, I can see you know what you're doing.tell me, how far along are you?" Spencer questioned, staring blankly forward while Sam stood towering behind him, and the gun aimed at the back of his head.

"Three, four months?" He continued to probe.

"Two.actually." She answered.

"I see, not standard issue for a spy like yourself I guess, but of course, your superiors do not know of the young one to come, do they?"

"Well this is all fun and games Lord Spencer, but I've really got a job to finish and you're in the way." Sam kicked him in the head, slamming his face into the console in front of him.

Jumping on the lift, she pressed the button to go down.

"Oh my god." Samantha gasped, standing on the lift looking out at the thousands of small canisters of T-virus, all stored in the relatively small room. Walking forward, she wondered where these all could have come from. A short memo was tacked into the bulletin board beside the lift.

Umbrella Paris Lab Facility: Dear Lord Spencer,

As per your request, one of the viral synthesizers here will be transferred from our lab complex to the Arklay Mansion facility. Sir Ashford has also requested one for his now operational Antarctica laboratories, however per your orders given we turned him down. Expect the synthesizer to arrive by C- 05 transport plane at the usual location.

"Got you." Samantha grabbed a canister, and removed a tube of T-virus inside. Almost like an instinct, she reached inside again and grabbed a second tube, concealing both in her jacket pocket.

Security Alert. All personnel to condition red. Repeat, all personnel to condition red.

"Open fire!!!" A guard yelled, falling to the ground a half-second afterwards as Agent Wong killed him silently with her PPK, running past his corpse and up the steps to the Mansion entrance from the labs. As she approached the gate door, the two-posted guards jumped out only meeting gruesome death as bullets pierced their skin. As she stopped at the top of the steps to reload, Sam noticed the emblems were missing from the gate door. No time to waste, she pulled out a small explosive resembling a hair clip and planted it on the gate, racing back down the steps as the explosive took effect, rocking the entire house as the main hall caught fire.

"Not exactly stealthy." She thought to herself, stepping through the wreckage slowly. Casually walking down the burnt red carpet towards the main door, guards burst through the upstairs doors dressed in black combat gear, and each mounted like statues crouched on the second floor balcony, machine guns in their arms.

"Don't move!!!" One ordered. Sam didn't even turn to check when seconds later the main stairwell completely caved in, collapsing due to the previous explosion.

"Where's the target!?" A guard screamed over the commotion, wiping the dust from his eyes and helping a fellow comrade to his feet.

"Correct, repeat, we have lost the target. Last known position outside front of the house." A guard informed over a walkie-talkie.

Agent Wong sprinted straight from the house, only turning to fire at the guards on the east and west outdoor balconies, each firing with no success. Suddenly, the jeep flew over a hill to the left, Agent Bailey at the wheel.

"Need a lift!?" He asked rolling down his window, the gusting rain pouring over his face. As the Umbrella forces gathered themselves to regroup, Agent's Wong and Bailey drove off into the sunrise, which gleamed through the parting rain clouds.

Three Hours Later.

Spencer sat anxious at his desk, feeling the lump on the back of his head as HCF's hidden contact, Marshal Folley entered, wondering why he was paged.

"It seems to me that this little action wasn't at all random, and it tells me that we here at Umbrella have a problem with security." Spencer finally said after a long silence.

"Indeed Lord Spencer, indeed. Perhaps security section needs to be reassigned with better qualified workers?" Folley replied, sipping the tea just handed to him.

"I suppose my friend, yet I don't think it's necessary that you gave that young woman information on how to gain access to the labs." Spencer revealed, also sipping the hot brew in his hands.

"Lord Spencer I.I don't know what you mean.I.."

"You see, Marshal, we here at Umbrella think of our employees as a family unit, functioning as one. With one lost, we cannot all function as efficiently, yet when I look at your.predicament, I can't see you helping the growing cause of our firm." Spencer put the cup on the desk slowly, clasping his hands.

"But sir, try to let me explain, you see." Folley stopped as an Umbrella bodyguard walked out from the back room, removing a Magnum and holding it against Marshal's head. Agent Folley did not dare move, hoping something might save him.

"Consider yourself fired." Spencer nodded, silently giving the guard permission to pull the trigger.

Chapter 5: Orders.

The busy streets of Los Angeles were swept away by the unusual heat wave baking the city. Sidewalks were bare, except for the casual civilian dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, it was very different from normal April weather. Samantha jogged down the sidewalk and passed a man sitting on the curb, looking out at the motionless street where hardly any cars passed. Dressed in a sports muscle shirt and shorts, with a baseball cap on her head and trendy sunglasses shielding her eyes she didn't bother to stop at the intersection, instead jogging straight through the road. Reaching the park, she didn't bother to stop yet immensely enjoyed the shade of the tall trees.

Sam stopped at an outdoor drinking fountain, and took a sip, casually slipping her hand to the side of it and patting the concrete twice, signaling a hidden contact placed at a park bench behind her.

"Agent Wong reporting in." The casual looking man whispered into his hidden radio. Jogging further down the park path, she came across a garbage can and pulled out a napkin, throwing it inside to signal the second contact.

"Checkpoint two confirmed." The contact said in his hidden radio, sitting on a blanket eating a sandwich several yards away. Samantha rounded the third bend and met her final contact, and followed protocol by stopping quickly and tying her show, placing the foot on the metal bench to her right. The final contact was dressed in a park uniform, where his "assigned task" was to pick up garbage with a stick.

"Checkpoint three confirmed, requesting entrance." The contact said into his wrist quickly, not daring to look at Agent Wong.

Below the park, in HCF's security office, a guard sat on the monitors and spoke through his microphone.

"Received, Agent is cleared for West-side entrance." He replied. Back at the park, the garbage contact accidentally dropped his glove, and on the way down to pick it up signaled with his hand for which entrance was cleared. Sam jogged to an outdoor bathroom building for the park and entered, wiping the sweat while walking into the women's bathroom. Washing her hands, she silently looked through the mirror as a woman exited, clearing the room. Agent Wong walked over to a closet door and grabbed a hidden key under the sink, unlocking it. After placing the key back, she walked inside the empty closet and closed the door, turning on the hidden light inside for sight.

"I hate doing this." She panted, exhausted from the heat. Picking up an emergency phone placed inside, she input the weekly code and suddenly the wall to her right lifted, revealing that it was actually metal on the other side of it, impenetrable. A staircase to the underground facility appeared, and as she walked down to the bottom she was met with a single desk in the center of the dank room.

"Please state your clearance code." The secretary said loudly, holding onto a gun under her desk mounted in the direction of the door.

"Samantha Wong, Omega 782 Theta 41." Sam answered, holding still at the end of the steps.

"Clearance excepted, welcome home Sam." The woman continued with a cheery smile, it was almost eerie that someone like that was just about ready to use a gun to shoot someone down.

"Thank you Pat, how's the kids." Sam asked, walking past the desk and pressing the elevator door.

"Just fine thanks." The secretary said, continuing to paint her nails.

The entire facility was gigantic in reality, over the size of the park and half the city block beside it. Samantha walked through the rows of desks, smiling at coworkers and fellow Agents. Reaching the conference room, she walked inside and met her boss.

"Ah, Agent Wong welcome back." Announced William Hammond, chief of operations for HCF.

"Thank you." Sam replied, smiling and shaking his hand. As everyone sat, she quickly nodded her head at Jonathon, who was sitting opposite her. All around the table, several U.S Generals sat in wait of the briefing, not usual for such a high security class such as HCF.

"Alright, job well done to Agent's Wong and Bailey, thanks to you HCF now has a real sample of the T-virus and Umbrella's complete database. Ok, as you may know, Umbrella's front in Raccoon City has been compromised by us and they know it, they don't know who or how, but now they have a serious problem. Because of this Lord Spencer has grown weary of his operations in the mansion, and according to Intel has ordered another set of labs to be built under Raccoon City itself, an expensive yet predictable approach at furthering operations in the mid western town." Hammond briefed while passing around reports of this Intel. Sam skimmed it and threw the folder onto the table quietly.

"What's the estimated time to completion?" She asked her superior.

"Fourteen years, they plan to completely build under the city, and in the future move base of operations to said facility. Their goal is to build the labs to house larger and more productive T-virus experiments, while also being able to dispose of them at the same time deemed necessary. The entire network of facilities will be controlled by a central lab code named Uni- Complex." Hammond clicked the overhead on after turning off the lights. The screen showed the map of Raccoon City from a sky view. After a few moments, he placed the map of the network of labs overlapping the original map, and the end result was staggering.

"Weapon depots, underground train networks and Biolabs, all spanning completely under Raccoon City." Hammond continued. On the map were several marked locations, the Uni-Complex dead center of the city, while spread about the rest of the town were Weapon centers, warehouses, laboratories, and the main lab complex, located in the train depot not three miles from the police station. However, on the edge of the map were the Arklay Mountains, and the Mansion, which wasn't at all connected to the rest of the network.

"Why isn't the Spencer Mansion connected?" Bailey questioned.

"The short answer is we don't know, perhaps orders of Spencer himself. We do know that connecting the mansion facility via underground train tracks would be near impossible due to the area surrounding it." Hammond informed.

"And what is your intentions to do with this Intel?" Another General asked, clasping his hands on the table.

"As of the moment nothing, we can only sit back and watch what events occur, the entire lab complex will take vast funds which Umbrella does not have, which could point to a second party source for funds." Hammond turned the overhead off, sitting back in his chair.

"On another note, Agent Folley has failed to contact us at the designated time, meaning he has either been captured or killed. Dismissed." He finished, leaning his hand out for Samantha to stay. As the door closed, herself and Hammond sat in the empty room.

"Why haven't you reported to medical yet Sam?" He questioned cautiously, and very softly.

"I haven't had the time, I will though." Sam replied.

"Make sure that you do, who knows what viral agents could have gotten into you while in that lab, we can't take the risk." Hammond now sounded very serious, turning to his reports on the table.

"Of course." Sam finished, realizing if she went to medical that they would find out her truth and that due to protocol she could be incarcerated or even shot for going on a mission while concealing her medical state.

Chapter 6: A will to survive.

The low hum of the lights seemed like loud bells, ringing endlessly as Samantha sat in the dusty corridor outside medical. Ten minutes she had been in there and after only that short time was asked to leave while the standard tests for mission arrivals were conducted. She had thought of running yet deep down she knew she wouldn't make it to and exit, Hammond had ordered temporary lockdown while the T-virus was transferred to the safety of the Biolabs, yet Sam had a plan in case of the worst.

Before giving Bailey the virus tube after the mission was over, in the hotel room Sam hid the second tube while giving her partner the other, yet she had tampered it before hand using a special viral agent. This antigen would eat away the T-virus after reaching a certain temperature, which would be that of the cooling freezer the virus would be stored in back at HCF. There would be an investigation, following the conclusion that the virus was corrupted by means unknown. If Hammond ordered her death, she still had a safeguard, the second virus in a safe location.

An hour now went by, yet still she didn't move, instead sat with her back straight and eyes forward. Finally, the door opened, and Doctor Gordon asked for her.

He told her what she already knew, that she was two months pregnant with Umbrella CEO Gary Sander's child, and that her name was now on the inactive duty list. After those hurting words were spoken, two guards entered, armed with submachine guns they didn't say a word, only grabbed her by the shoulders and cuffed her hands. Sam held back any emotions, but instead said nothing, not one word. Hands behind her back, and the armed men behind her, about twenty feet from the infirmary she finally struck, swerving her leg around and tripping the guard now to her left. The one to the right jumped back, yet she pounded him with her right foot, kicking him in the stomach. With hands bound behind her back, she fell to the floor, lifting her legs through her arms like a hoop and now placed her wrapped hands in front of her.

"Hold it!!" The guard on the floor panted, bleeding from the nose. Sam grabbed him by the collar, and head butted him. The second guard pulled out a pistol, aiming it at her and firing.

"Damn, stop this!" He pleaded, missing her completely while she dove out of the way. While he regained his balance, she pounced from behind, using her cuffs to strangle him. His arms waving about, legs mounted firm on the floor, less then a minute later he fell like a rag doll, a lifeless expression on his face.

Security Alert, Gunfire reported Section G Level B6. A voice wailed over the intercom. Sam used the keys in a guard's pocket to release her cuffs, and grabbed the Beretta pistol from his dead hand, racing down the corridor for her life.

Behind her, a dozen security section officers closed in, marching together with their guns held forward. Knowing this facility like the back of her hand, she decided to try the upper route, take to the streets for safety. In the middle of the day, HCF wouldn't dare march out after her. Rounding another corner, the security doors slid shut, closing her between two of them. Trapped in the corridor, and nowhere to hide, she locked the Beretta's hammer and prepared to fight, no matter what the odds.

Odds were a funny thing with the spy game, being that they were never, ever, on your side. Footsteps could be heard from behind the steel security door, as one of the security officers ordered the door to be opened. As it did, each of them realized Agent Wong was nowhere in sight.

"Impossible..Spread out!" The chief officer commanded. Meanwhile, just above the door they were standing over, Samantha held out all fours, a hand and leg each mounted on one of the walls, holding her up. As the sixth officer entered with his gun ready, she decided it was now or never. Letting go she fell on top of him, and while grabbing him by the neck with her arm hit the gate switch, and as the five officers inside were locked in, Sam stood outside with a hostage in front of her.

"Don't kill him." Sam said coldly, holding the Beretta beside his temple. The other six guards stood still, guns aimed and ready, yet did not want to see their comrade as a hostage die.

"Agent Wong, you're wanted in the situation room. Stop this now." The lead officer negotiated.

"How much do you know about all this, Charles?" Sam asked, obviously knowing the officer.

"We have our orders.I'm sorry Samantha." The officer answered swiftly.

"I'm pregnant Charles, that's why you're after me. I won't let them hurt me or my unborn child..not if I have to kill every last one of them." Samantha replied uttering every word.

"I'm sorry." He insisted again, unable to say anything else.

"Me too." Sam finished, grabbing the hostages dangling machine gun with her free hand and firing. Each of the guards took a hit, but not after opening fire themselves, hitting her hostage only. Sam dropped the corpse, holding instead the machine gun in her arms now. The poor soul, he deserved better then this end.

"Samantha.." Charles whispered on the ground, the protruding bullet wound in his chest.

"Charles.I'm sorry." Sam said back, crouching beside him.

"Get out of here..while you still can." He finished, falling unconscious due to the blood loss. As she stood, a gun's barrel met her in the face, holding it was Jonathon.

"You know." Sam finally asked after a long silence, the wails of the security alarm seeming so distant now.

"Yes, I have." Bailey informed still holding the gun at her.

"Then do what you must." Sam growled, waiting for the gun to fire.

"I already have, security's been locked down from this level up, security officers are locked out from here to the elevator exit, you'll have no trouble reaching it. Once you get to the streets get yourself out of the country, fast. You've got connections so use them." Bailey said, lowering the gun and holstering it.

"Jon, you could be killed for this, helping the enemy now." Sam stated, walking alongside him.

"Hey, I haven't seen the memo saying you're the enemy, as far as I'm concerned you're still my partner, so partner, get the hell out." Jon smiled, holding her by the shoulders.

"Thank you..good luck." Sam finished, giving him one last smile and turning around to run.

"Samantha!!!" Hammond screamed, standing at the end of the staircase to the exit. Sam exited the elevator slowly, seeing that he was alone, with the exception of the shotgun in his hands.

"General." Sam began, stopping when she realized this man was about to kill her at a moment's notice.

"I'm very disappointed in you Sam, I expected better." Hammond continued patriotically, when deep down this man was pure evil.

"Sorry dad, I'll never do it again." Sam said sarcastically.

"You filthy little bitch, we trusted you here." Hammond inquired, raising the shotgun slowly.

"Well consider my resignation signed and waiting on your desk, Will." Sam joked, raising her gun as he did.

"You should know that no one just walks away from HCF, you signed an oath for your life, now your life is in my hands." Hammond now threatened.

"I guarantee if you open fire you'll be on the ground before I'm dead." Samantha snapped back, looking casually left and right.

"You'll be sacrificing you child." Hammond continued to taunt.

Samantha dove to the left, the shotgun going off and just missing her, instead the shells taking impact on the concrete wall behind her. Diving through the air, she pulled the trigger herself, hitting her former boss in the shoulder, and literally living out the American dream of showing her boss who's really boss.

Hammond flinched in pain, ignoring his shotgun but instead enduring the excruciating pain of the bullet wound. Sam walked over to him, knowing now this once great man wasn't a warrior as many thought, but a pencil scratching politician, unaware of the world around him. Crouching down onto her knee, she grabbed him by the ear and dug her nail into it, lifting his head closer to hers.

"Come near me or my child, and I will give the T-virus to the first bidder.That's right, I have a second sample safe in my possession, and right about now yours is evaporating in the cooling freezer." Sam whispered in his ear, throwing his head to the ground and running up the steps to the elevator.

Racing through the office building the elevator led too, she appeared out onto the streets, now bustling with activity as the temperature descended for the night. It was almost six O'clock, the first time in years she truly felt free.

Chapter 7: Final agent.

The sun beamed off the glass building, sending rays of blinding light through the air. Sam hurried through the crowds of people, all going on with their own business. Behind her, two black unmarked cars were pursuing her, slowly and silently stalking her every move. Trying to loose them in a larger crowd of people at the promenade, it only worsened things as three men got out of each car, all wearing trench coats with guns underneath. Suddenly, one opened fire into the air, sending panic into every living soul on the waterfront promenade. The burst of sound sent Samantha into a sprint, as others ran in all directions she ran in one, opposite the armed men who were now in a running pace.

"Fools." She thought, thinking of the danger they just took opening fire at a highly populated place. All of a sudden, a bullet wiped by her head, colliding into a wooden poll further ahead. Diving down the stairs in front of her, she rolled at the bottom and approached an advancing police officer, punching and grabbing his arm, and in mere seconds threw him over her shoulder with great force. As he recollected his senses, she was already gone, his Beretta in her hands.

"Sentries 4-6 close in on east entrance to the promenade, take all action needed in subduing the subject. Repeat, we have full authority." One of the armed men said through a radio, stopping to fire his gun momentarily. Sam turned her arm back and returned fire, hitting one of them in the leg. He was now out of this race. While running down the sidewalk, she had realized something. It wasn't the fact that she withheld information on her pregnancy, but the fact of the identity of the father, an Umbrella employee.

After a half-hour of cat and mouse, she had finally momentarily lost her pursuers. Reaching a payphone and inserting a dime, she dialed a close friend.

"Jim, it's me." Sam panted, catching her breath and scouting through the glass.

"Samantha? What's wrong?" Jim Peters replied, who was a CIA agent relieved of duty due to medical illness.

"They're after me, HCF.I need a ticket out of the country in half an hour." Sam demanded.

"Why are they after you?" He questioned.

"No time to explain, Jim, you owe me, remember Peru?" She insisted.

"Alright alright, meet me at the airport, forty five minutes."

"Thirty, and come armed." She finished, hanging up the phone as a bullet crashed through the glass, nearly hitting her in the head. Sam jumped out of the booth as a second hail of gunfire blasted it into a million pieces. Lying on the ground, she rolled to the curb and under a parked car, emerging on the other side and now in temporary safety.

The street was bare, and not a person in sight, except for both the HCF pursuers and civilians watching from windows, mesmerized at the transaction taking place.

"Agent Wong! You have ten seconds to throw out your gun an surrender!" Someone yelled from behind a corner, gunfire hitting the wall they were hiding behind. Sam opened fire from behind the car, knowing she wouldn't be able to stay for much longer.

"Cease fire!!! You are under arrest!" The man screamed again, peering out at the car she was hiding behind, and signaled his team to close in. With their guns drawn forward, walking slowly to the car, they each took a side and jumped out, seeing that Sam was nowhere in sight. Taking notice of the leaking gas tank, each of the three men looked at each other as Sam fired from an alleyway across the street, striking the gasoline leaking and sparking a huge fireball. The car flipped through the air, smashing on its side and onto one of the dead HCF men. Her escape cleared, she continued her journey down the street.

St. James Airport, thirty-six minutes later.

"You're late." Jim informed, stepping out from a car as Sam approached him.

"Sorry, had to blow up something. You got the plane?" She asked.

"One C-02 Cargo plane, ready for takeoff. You wouldn't believe the strings I had to pull to get that thing ready in twenty minutes." Jim said, walking with her through the alleyway to the back entrance of the airstrip.

"Yeah well now we're even." Sam insisted, opening a gate to the strip. Upon approaching the plane, Sam reached for the door when all of a sudden two helicopters swooped over the plane, regrouping a few hundred miles away.

"Shit.come on." Sam ordered.

"Sir are you crazy!?" The pilot asked, asking his CO with a Gattling gun aimed at the plane.

"You heard me soldier, that thing does not lift off now blow it up!" He yelled back, signaling the second chopper to start its attack run. Bullets flew and rockets blared, crashing into the airstrip. The C-02 Cargo plane soon went up in flames, erupting into a fireball. Meanwhile, Samantha and Jim boarded an unmanned plane.

"Where are we going?" Jim asked, piloting the small plane.

"It was supposed to be me, not you too." Sam replied, sitting in the co- pilots seat.

"Sorry kid, but I'm in this too now. Now where the hell are we going?" Jim continued, smiling.

"We can't fly far and they know that, I have a contact in Canada who can get us some safety for a time.and a price." Sam answered.

Seven Months Later.

A lonely woman walked up the steps of the church, snow blowing in her face as a winter storm blew across the wind. Placing a bassinet beside the door, she turned and ran back down the stairs to a waiting car. The door to the church opened soon afterward, and a nun exited into the breezy November night. Immediately seeing the speeding car driving down the street away from the church, she went to close the door and go back inside when the bassinet came into view, a small child laying in it. On the soft pink blanket lay a card, reading the following message.

Take good care of my child, I cannot keep her safe.

Forgive me Ada Wong.

Chapter 8: Consequences.

Taipei, 1995.

Water dripped from the broken pipe along the ceiling, pouring small sparkles of dirty liquid onto the floor. All around the room, several torture weapons were mounted, screw drivers, stun guns, and other unknown tools. Lifting her weak head up, the young woman saw that the entire room was barred shut, each window and door was locked. All of a sudden the main door swung open, and he entered alone. The man who was her objective, she had failed her mission, and would most likely be tortured to death.

"Are you hungry.?" He finally questioned, sitting in front of her on a wooden chair.

"Starving." The woman replied, gasping and tasting the blood in her mouth.

"Well, you can have all you want to eat, as soon as you tell me what I want to know." The man inquired.

"Thanks, but I'd rather snap your neck." She chuckled silently.

"Indeed..Fine then, we can do this the hard way then." He threatened, taking out a syringe from a small case.

"You're going to drug me? Ha, isn't that a little predictable?" The woman joked.

"No my dear, this is a special type of sodium compound, a.truth telling serum. However, you should be warned 3 out of 5 people injected become quadriplegics within minutes." The interrogator squirted the syringe to test it, and reached for her arm.

"Too bad I'm not a man.." The woman hesitated, hearing only rumors of this type of drug. As the syringe injected into her arm, her vision instantly became blurry, disoriented.

"Now, who is it you work for." The man smiled, pulling out a pen and paper.

"Do you want the short answer or the long one." The woman asked.

"The long one, let's start with who you are and what your occupation is."

"My name is Ada Wong, Special Agent for HCF division 6." Ada answered.

"HCF.? What is this?" He continued.

"HCF stands for Highly Classified Faction, the highest security level of the CIA counter terrorism unit. We're funded by the black budget fund and work out of the company Cronoton Enterprises, a front for our network." Ada blindly gave the answers he seeked, feeling the effects of the drug.

"Cronoton Enterprises does what?" The interrogator questioned, writing everything she said on the paper.

"The company is real, specializing in next generation technology for the military, it's an affiliate of the CIA.HCF uses the corporation's buildings as fronts for facilities, since 1975." Ada leaned back and forth.

"Interesting.and what is HCF's goal?"

"To protect and prolong humanity from biohazard technologies, namely Umbrella, at all costs..it's the company motto." Ada answered.

"Very good Ms. Wong.very good."

"Can..can I tell you a secret?" Ada whispered, leaning closer to him and smiling.

"Yes yes what.." He asked coldly, not taking his eyes off of the paper he wrote on.

"That information is useless." Ada informed, yet he still did not look up at her.

"Oh really? And why is that?" The man continued.

"You remember my handcuffs? Well.I kinda picked them while telling you everything you need to know.could I have a new pair?" Ada threw her wrists around from behind the chair, wrapping the cuffs around his squirming neck. As he gasped for air Ada managed to break out of the leg bolts, and as her interrogator reached for a scalpel for a weapon, she snapped his neck.

"That..was rude." She panted, kicking the corpse slightly.

Four years earlier.

"Freelancer this is base ops, report." Said Dylan Torres, Ada's communications and backup partner. As Ada rolled past a fuel tank, she crouched and checked for enemy guards.

"Freelancer here, go ahead." Ada replied, holding her gun between her hands.

"You have a go for the fuel depot, good luck." Torres informed.

"Confirmed Dylan, going radio silent." Ada clicked her radio off, and jumped up from the snowy terrain under her feet. Racing for a door, she quickly entered as a spotlight flashed behind her. Inside a lone guard sat smoking in the freezing conditions of Siberia, and upon seeing Ada's angelic face he met a silenced bullet to the chest.

"Guard tower.C." Ada memorized while climbing the guard towers ladder, remembering the mission briefing on where to go. She was now on the second floor of the guard hub, which was also like a giant gate to prevent intruders inside the facility. Patrolling the upper wall were three guards, all carrying AK-47's and talking loudly over the wind. Ada cocked her gun and aimed from the guard tower, firing and killing one of the guards while the other two dove to the ground. Bullet's flew in all directions, as Agent Wong was slowly cornered in the guard tower while two patrols ran from the opposite door behind her.

"Cease fire!" A loud booming voice commanded in the middle of Ada reloading her gun. The all stopped, each of them with their guns to their sides, and waited for further instructions.

"Agent Wong...you're needed in the situation room." The voice finished.

"Acknowledged, end simulation." Ada yelled, crouching from behind the wall and seeing the laughing faces of her attackers, and the smiling faces of one of the killed.

"Sorry about that." Ada complimented, waving her gun in a joking manner.

"We'll get you next time Ada, just wait and see." One of the guards insisted.

"You opened fire too fast." Dylan implied, walking beside her through the Siberian compound, and towards a side door.

"No way, I definitely had the situation under control, trust me." Ada replied while flashing her security badge at the posted guard for the door to be opened. Walking from the freezing simulation room, Ada heated her hands in the corridor of HCF's facility.

"Any idea as to what Hammond wants?" Dylan said, giving a guard his weapons and Siberian outfit.

"Not a clue, last I heard you and I were scheduled for an infiltration into Umbrella's Lebanon shipping yard, but that briefing isn't for another four hours." Ada commented, walking with him to the elevator.

"Well whatever the case, I need to find out where the hell we're going to so I can pack, Loraine thinks I'm crazy for traveling so much." Dylan stepped into the lift with his partner.

"This is the job of computer sales technicians my friend..Command." Ada halted their conversation to input the voice identification and desired location. The on site computer did the rest.

"True, well, what does Jack think of you going too all corners of the country when you're actually going to all corners of the earth?" Dylan hesitated, realizing Ada didn't like to talk about her personal life at work.

"He's oblivious to a point, but I'm getting sick of lying to him, saying I'll call from San Francisco but I'm really in Sri Lanka, its depriving." Ada informed.

"So have you set a date?" Dylan snooped, knowing it was none of his business.

"July, or maybe August..we're not sure yet, he only asked me a month ago." Ada stepped off the lift and onto HCF's command floor. The room was bustling with activity showing something was up. Entering the situation room, Hammond greeted the two of them.

"So chief, where are we going this time." Ada immediately asked.

"This is highest priority Agent Wong, we're sending you to Raccoon City to meet a contact of ours.Albert Wesker." Hammond clicked the wall projector on, showing Agent Wesker's face and profile.

"Wesker.? I've never heard of him.and since when do we have contacts in the Spencer estate?" Ada sat in her seat, reading Wesker's profile.

"You wouldn't have heard of him..Agent Albert Wesker, former CIA counter intelligence he was recruited by HCF command Nineteen years ago, back in '73. His immediate assignment was to work his way through the ranks of Umbrella. In '75, Wesker came into contact with one William Birkin, head of Raccoon city's T-virus project, since Spencer's return to Paris Lab twelve years ago. Agent Wesker earned quite a reputation in Umbrella ranks, and, thanks to his extensive knowledge in chemistry and science, was able to pass off as a high profile Umbrella employee. Due to the fate of our last contact in the Spencer Mansion, one Agent Marshal, the high council decided to cut any contact with the Agent for at least a decade. But six years into the mission in '79, Wesker was accepted along with Birkin to be installed within the Spencer mansion's facility, and thus we decided to leave him there for further notice. Until today, we haven't even planned to contact him." Hammond briefed.

"Why is that, what's changed now?" Dylan questioned.

"This." Hammond clicked the projector to the next picture, a shot of a lone train entering underground tunnels just outside Raccoon City.

"What's so strange about that?" Dylan asked again.

"This train is not civilian or private, it runs straight through the desert zone and to a waterfront port. Due to old designs we obtained decades ago, we've suspected that the underground Uni Complex Umbrella planned to construct is complete, and if this is so we need Intel on what exactly is going on in Raccoon City. Wesker holds all information on Umbrella's movements in Raccoon City, yet he's still in too valuable of a position to be pulled back into HQ. So because of this, we're sending the both of you to Raccoon City to meet up with Wesker, find out all information needed and report back, without endangering his position in Umbrella." Hammond continued.

"Where will we meet Wesker?" Ada said, wiggling a pen in her hands while listening.

"Twenty years ago Raccoon City invested in the S.T.A.R.S program, and an office was put into Raccoon City's Police department. Umbrella ordered Wesker to apply for a job there, in order to keep tabs on an inside contact of theirs in the RPD. We don't know whom that contact is.yet. Furthermore, seven months ago Wesker made Captain of the S.T.A.R.S team, and now controls a large portion of the RPD. We've given the both of you covers for secretly meeting Wesker. You're plane leaves for Raccoon in three hours, good luck." Hammond completed.

As everyone exited the room, a black figure emerged from the back room.

"Are you wise to send her on a mission of this importance?" The man questioned.

"For the last time, yes. She's like her mother.the best we've got." Hammond replied.

"Need I remind you the reason we recruited her?!" The man whispered loudly.

"No.you don't need to remind me because I'm perfectly aware.but in order to gain her trust she must be kept in the dark on what happened to her mother, and we must use her talent to further our plans..do not worry, sir." Hammond consoled.

"We shall see..we shall see.." The man laughed quietly in the shadows.

Chapter 9: An Agent's Diary.

Raccoon City

The foggy night seemed to echo through the entire city. Across the river lay the forest zone, and also the Arklay mountain range. The wide river separated the town from the forest and desert areas. Ada looked out the car, awaking from a silent slumber. Outside her passengers seat window lay the frozen river, almost invisible from the fog. Snow seemed to endlessly fall from the starless sky, pilling onto the town and packing everywhere. Dylan steered the automobile, carefully driving down the slippery highway while sipping a hot brew from the coffee shop before.

"How far.?" Ada whispered, wiping her hand across her face to get out of the deep sleep she was just in.

"About twenty five miles till the hotel.it's pretty late, we might as well wait until the morning to make contact with Wesker." Dylan informed, handing Ada a sip of his coffee. As she drank up, an almost ghostly figure emerged from the blizzard outside, just a few hundred yards from the car.

"What the hell is that?" Ada questioned, watching whatever it was hover through the night sky.

"I have no.idea.." Dylan slowed the car, allowing Ada and himself to step outside. The deserted highway allowed for safe movement and as Ada reached in her bag for the long-range night vision goggles, Dylan yanked out a sniper rifle, and aimed cautiously at the target, which was moving over the river.

"It's a helicopter." Dylan announced, as Ada zoomed in with her goggles.

"CD-17 Cargo chopper, I remember reading a report awhile back, several dozen of those same choppers were bought by Umbrella, and the manufactured by them. Look's like it's on its way to the forest." Ada confirmed.

"Yeah, but where did they come from? Those choppers are short-range aircraft, only used for quick transporting of equipment and stuff." Dylan yelled.

"In this weather they could have lifted off from anywhere in the city..in this weather.they're lucky not to be nose first into the ground." Ada continued.

"Whatever the case, we'll find out tomorrow from Wesker, let's just get to the hotel." Dylan stepped back into the car.

"So how's the convention?" Jack Summers asked, who was Ada's recent fiancé.

"Well we haven't gone yet, Dylan and I just arrived, it's pretty bad weather out there.god I hope its cancelled tomorrow." Ada laughed, sitting on the hotel bed talking on the phone, and also staring out the window at the winter weather.

"Too bad you're not in a classier place then Raccoon City.I mean, jeez, who schedules the locations these things?" Jack implied.

"No idea.listen I need to go prepare for tomorrow, talk to you then." Ada started.

"Alright, night." Jack hung up the phone slowly.

Jack was a part of the Los Angeles Police department, and lived with Ada in their home there. Ada had never told him the truth, and planned to never do so. She had heard wild rumors of someone breaking they're cover and going into hiding, yet a name or more details weren't known.

November 6th, 1991. Raccoon City Police Department.

Ada and Dylan exited their rented car, per orders from HQ, they needed to hold their cover while in Raccoon City. The blizzard had come and gone, leaving snow covered streets and buildings instead. As a city worker shoveled the steps to the small RPD building, he casually smiled and nodded at them. The old police building was falling apart, in need of desperate repairs. Several years later in fact, the RPD would be moved to the old art gallery downtown because of this.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked politely, holding the mouthpiece of her phone on her shoulder.

"Yes, I'm Kathryn Ballard, and this is my assistant Joe Garber, we're with the Raccoon Daily News, here for an interview with Captain Albert Wesker." Ada shook her hand and flashed her forged business card at the same time.

"Of course Ms. Ballard, Captain Wesker is currently busy in a meeting at the moment but someone can show you to his office." The receptionist prepared to wave down an officer to play escort.

"No!.no that's fine, we can find the office on our own." Ada insisted rather loudly.

"Well..alright, it's the second hallway to the right upstairs, the second door on the right-hand side." The woman pointed to the stairs behind the desk, which were not closed off from the public.

"Thank you, good day!" Ada finished, signaling Dylan, or, Joe Garber now, to move.

"Morning!" An officer greeted, causing Ada to nod quickly and impatiently.

"Relax." Dylan whispered, walking beside her.

"I know.I know, its just." Ada paused to enter the second hallway.

"It's rough I know, this big of a mission on the shoulders of a two year rookie? Trust me, when you've been with HCF as long as I have you'll get used to it." Dylan consoled.

"Thanks.." Ada smiled at him, knocking and opening the S.T.A.R.S office door. The room inside was void of life, except the hum of the heater. Several desks were laid out, with Wesker's at the far end. Beside the door inside was a plaque:

Raccoon City Special Tactics and Rescue Service.Founded 06/23/72.

Raccoon City Police Department Chief of operations: Brian Irons.

Current Commanding officer S.T.A.R.S units: Captain Albert Wesker.

S.T.A.R.S members: (in order of rank):

S.T.A.R.S Alpha team members: John Finch (Sniper), Sara Willows (Explosives expert), Dixon Fisher (Communications), Alice Jackson (Computer specialist, pilot), Henry Peters (Vehicle specialist).

S.T.A.R.S Bravo team members: Gary Cartright (Captain, Bravo team), Anna Doherty (Communications), Enrico Marini (Weapons specialist), Patrick Hayes (Field Medic), Edward Dewey (Pilot).

Affiliate Officers (all units): Sydney Walters (co-pilot), Barry Burton (SWAT hostage negotiator).

Mayor of Raccoon City: Micheal Warren.

Last updated: 04/12/91.

"Take a look at this." Dylan interrupted her scanning the gold plaque, and made her realize he was reading a memo on the desk of a S.T.A.R.S officer.

"Are you crazy!?..What does it say?" Ada halted, reading the memo after having it handed to her.

October 27th, 1991.

Mission report: Raid of Warehouse 76, Porter docks.

Upon tips from outside sources, Captain Wesker resulted in leading both teams to the Porter docks at twenty-two hundred hours of said night. When we arrived, we found several traces of fuel being dumped, yet no sign of drug dealers or crack houses as reported from the sources. On further investigation, several shell casings of a Remmington type-3 shotgun were found, along with spent Beretta rounds. What we concluded was that something had gone down there before our arrival. We however did find clues to a boat riding in earlier, obviously a big one due to evidence (B) and (C), in locker 17. Captain's Wesker and Cartright decided to completely sweep the warehouse from head to toe, yet all we found were several empty containers used for something, which we don't know. One strange thing is, that Warehouse was bought by the Umbrella Corporation two years ago, I can't see drug dealers using it as the place is usually guarded. However that night no sign of human life was found. When I presented this fact with Captain Wesker, he seemed surprised, and immediately called us back to HQ. I'm requesting that this case be temporarily closed for further notice as no concrete evidence could be found.

S.T.A.R.S Alpha team,

Alice Jackson.

Raccoon City Police Department

"An Umbrella shipping gone wrong?" Ada asked.

"Possibly, but because of who?" Dylan stopped, watching as the door opened. Throwing the paper back onto the desk, he and Ada pretended to be in the middle of a conversation when Captain Wesker and Enrico Marini entered. Wesker had no idea the true identities of Ada and Dylan.

"Hello Captain, I'm Kathryn Ballard with the Daily News, we're here for the interview scheduled." Ada outstretched her hand for him to shake.

"But of course.Enrico, could we finish this later." Wesker handed him a report they were conversing about.

"Yes sir.Nice to meet you." Enrico nodded, walking back out the door. Wesker sat in his chair, feet on the desk, and placing the sunglasses neatly back on his face.

"Can I ask you a question?" Wesker began, reaching for a drawer in his desk.

"Of course." Ada replied, sitting in front of him on the other side of the desk. Wesker whipped out a handgun, and aimed it at her face.

"How long have you been following me." Wesker implied, clicking the safety off.

Chapter 10: Displeasing news.

Ada stared down the barrel of the Magnum, watching as Wesker held it ever so steady. As she prepared for a response, Dylan cut in.

"Captain Wesker, we're with the Directive." He announced gallantly.

"What Directive?" Wesker asked coldly.

"HCF division 6, we're here to make contact." Ada answered.

"Sorry about that." Wesker put the gun away, smiling, "You can't trust anyone these days."

"Of course sir. We're here for a debrief courtesy of command. They want." Ada paused, staring at Wesker's face.

"About the Uni Complex project.? Of course, I imagined this might happen sometime soon because of it." Wesker informed.

"Alright, first off what can you tell us about William Birkin, our Intel can't find too much about him.

"Birkin..the ultimate madman.He's been working with Umbrella for as long as I have, but doesn't suspect anything of me. He was put in charge of the Spencer mansion over a decade ago, when Spencer returned to Paris Lab to complete the Nemesis project. Ever since Birkin's takeover, things haven't been the same." Wesker said.

"How so?"

"Well, he's been locking himself in the lab for days on end, something about a new project he doesn't want to detail about yet. I've managed to find out only the name." Wesker replied.

"Which is?" Dylan began to pace the room, a habit of his.

"The G-virus, obviously a follow-up to the T-virus. A few years ago, we discovered a new mutigen after injecting a host with the prototype N-T1, or Nemesis. Birkin took the findings and hid them, and probably is working on it as we speak. I'd estimate his findings to be completed within the next decade." Wesker briefed.

"Why is that?"

"Because, it's taken thirty years for Umbrella to fully produce a viable T- virus, but with technology like today's, we can finally work faster. Anyways, back to Birkin. He's married to Annette Birkin, who is also an Umbrella scientist working at the Spencer estate. They also have a daughter, Sherry." Wesker cracked his knuckles, and stood to his feet to go for the coffee machine.

"Captain on our way here we say a CD-17 cargo chopper flying in what looked like the direction of the Arklay Mountains, what was it?" Dylan now asked.

"Ah, it was filled with prototype T-virus projects shipped from Paris, including embryos for the Nemesis. The chopper flew the cargo from the Umbrella owned sea port." Wesker said.

"Alright then, so what about the Uni Complex?" Ada inquired.

"The Uni Complex is comprised of five different labs, weapons, technology, storage, biohazard laboratories, and decomposition labs to dispose of viral materials. Birkin plans to move to the biohazard labs under the train yard east of the center of the town, once Spencer returns from Paris. Until then, he hasn't even open any labs yet, which leads me to believe they're planning something.big." Wesker drank out of the paper cup, and checked his watch.

"This'll keep Intel busy for months.Captain, who is this mole within the RPD that Umbrella is using, we've gotten scattered reports about this topic." Ada read from her paper, which listed questions that needed to be asked.

"Ha, isn't it obvious?" Wesker implied, chuckling.

"I'm sorry?" Ada stopped, wondering.

"It's Irons." Dylan exclaimed, reading the S.T.A.R.S plaque by the door and seeing Chief Brian Irons name at the top.

"Very good." Wesker smiled.

"I don't understand, how is that obvious?" Ada bluntly said.

"If Umbrella wanted a mole in the RPD, they'd need someone who could pull all the right strings, hence the Chief." Wesker answered.

"Do you ever make contact with him.about Umbrella?" Ada now sat up straight, staring Wesker straight in the eyes.

"No, never. It would be too dangerous for both our covers. That's why Annette Birkin is used to make contact, she supplies him with information and money." Wesker said, hardly paying attention to the two HCF operatives in his office.

"Only one more question, Captain." Ada announced, folding her papers up into her briefcase.

"What would that be..what did you say your name was?" Wesker asked.

"Kathryn Ballard, but my real name is Ada.Ada Wong. That's Dylan Torres." Ada pointed to Dylan, who nodded slightly.

"Well, what would your question be then." Wesker continued.

"Captain..how valuable are you to us." She questioned slowly.

After a long pause, Wesker leaned forward, and removed his sunglasses.

"Are you asking me.if I'm able to be a traitor to my country?" He implied.

"I'm only saying that everyone has their price.sir." Ada stared directly into his dark eyes, which seemed to see right through her. After an even longer and awkward pause, Captain Wesker smiled and leaned back into his chair.

"My dear, in my line of work you learn to trust your enemies, even when you don't mean too. I consider Birkin a friend, even though I would shoot him in the back of the head if ordered. So to answer your question, no, I would not betray the Directive.HCF, the CIA, or my country. And let me put this bluntly.without myself, HCF would have nothing, repeat, nothing, about the T-virus. Take that back to Hammond." Wesker stood again and walked to the door.

"Thank you for your time." Ada insisted sarcastically, standing and walking to the door with Dylan.

"Was nice to meet you both, come back soon." Wesker nodded, opening the door for them.

"I don't trust him." Ada confided, walking down the RPD front steps. The once crisp air was much warmer now, yet no snow melted.

"Neither do I, it doesn't matter though, we've got what we came for." Dylan finished, and as they reached they're car, a sudden explosion erupted from behind them, as a bomb burst from the second floor of the police station.

Chapter 11: Terror.

Ada's vision instantly became blurry, and as she lifted her head from the pavement, a puddle of blood was in front of her, as the side of her head bled.

Dylan lie on the other side of the car, the keys in his hand, he was only seconds from getting into the automobile when the explosion occurred. It was a good thing he didn't though however, as Ada stood she saw a huge piece of concrete had smashed through the windshield.

"Dylan.." She panted, gasping for air and loosing her balance.

Civilians fled in terror, some injured, while others lie dead on the ground. Alarms could be heard in the station and fire alarms on the buildings beside it. Across the street, the café's main window was smashed due to rubble sent flying. As Ada rounded the car, she noticed Dylan wasn't breathing, something had hit him in the head. All of a sudden she finally lost her balance, hitting the ground hard due to significant blood loss.

"This one's breathing!" An officer yelled, crouching beside a fallen civilian several yards from Ada. Everything seemed in slow motion, reality was almost falling apart. The only sound she could hear now was her own, slow breathing. Three ambulances parked in front of the station, releasing several paramedics while two fire trucks halted a hundred yards away, unable to go further due to the now large gridlock of cars. One of the paramedics immediately saw Dylan, and approached hurriedly.

"This one's not breathing!" He yelled, motioning for a stretcher to be brought over. While Dylan was loaded onto the stretcher, three more ambulances appeared from the back streets behind the station, and began unloading more medics. From the front of the station, officers seemed to be pouring out from the main entrance to aid of the injured and help their own injured out into the open to be treated.

"It was a bomb!" A voice screamed in terror.

"Get these people off the streets!" Another ordered.

"Ma'am, ma'am can you hear me!?" A paramedic questioned, towering over Ada.

".Yes..yes." She whispered, standing back to her feet with his aid.

"Ok we're going to get you to the hospital now, alright?" He said, putting her arm around his shoulder for her support.

"No.no I need to find Captain Wesker." Ada now stated, releasing her arm around him.

"Miss you can find him later you're injured." He insisted, grabbing her arm.

"No!" She pushed him to the ground, and turned to the station. Breaking into a run, she was half dazed out of her mind.

"Stop!!!" The paramedic commanded.

The entire lobby was filled with smoke, and fires spread from the ceiling, which was partly caved. Ada put her hands out in front of her, trying to find the stairs. At the receptionist, the secretary lay unconscious after being hit with a piece of the ceiling. Ada wanted to help but knew what she needed to do, Wesker was more important unfortunately, no matter how much she hated him. Finding the main stairwell, Ada hurried up the steps and entered the only door. Fires erupted through the corridor, where a piece of the wall ahead had blown up. What she had feared the worst had happened, the corridor where the S.T.A.R.S office was beside that blown up wall. Ada opened the door to the corridor, and saw that the entire section was a disaster. Windows were blown out and walls were either burnt to a crisp or crumbling. The S.T.A.R.S main office was ahead. Ada fought past the fires and entered the room, noticing the missing door, which had been destroyed.

"Captain Wesker!?" Ada announced, finally beginning to regain her senses but now loosing her line of sight from the smoke. The entire room was in shambles, desks were overturned and papers, books, and other things scattered along the floor. Wesker's desk was on the other side of the room, split in two from the blast, yet his body was nowhere to be found yet. All of a sudden, a ceiling light collapsed, nearly crashing onto Ada's head.

"Captain!?" She said again, holding her arms high to block the intense heat of the surrounding fires. Suddenly, a low cough could barely be heard from the other side of the room. Ada approached and saw a hand protruding from under a desk. Using all her might she pushed the desk off of the body, seeing Wesker lying there.

"Wesker! Can you here me!?" Ada asked, pulling him from the dangers of the fire and to the center of the room. It was obvious his leg was broken, and as blood dripped from his head and side, he looked up into Ada's eyes and fell unconscious.

"Damnit." She screamed, when someone entered. Ada turned to see Enrico Marini leaning on the doorframe injured.

"You again, I thought you left." Enrico asked, racing over to check on his Captain.

"I forgot my briefcase, help me get him out of here." Ada replied.

"Cronoton Enterprises, how may I direct your call." A receptionist said on the other side of the phone.

"Yes I'm looking for Dennis Milton." Ada yelled over the noise from the street, while speaking in code on the telephone booth.

"I'm sorry miss, we don't employ anyone by that name." The receptionist inquired, playing along.

"Look under janitorial." Ada replied, finishing the code.

"One moment please." The receptionist completed. Seconds later, three beeps rang out.

"Security Section." A man said.

"This is Freelancer, get me Command, authorization Boot camp 73, secure line." Ada asked, watching as Wesker was loaded into an ambulance. A few seconds later, her boss came on the phone.

"This is Hammond."

"Sir, there's been an attack on the police headquarters here, Captain Wesker is severely injured and on his way to the hospital." She informed.

"Damn, do you think he was singled out?" Hammond questioned.

"Its possible, but not too discrete." Ada said.

"Alright, what about Agent Torres?"

"He's been injured as well, I think he might be dead." Ada hesitated.

"Shit.Agent Wong get to that hospital and make sure Wesker is safe, in case he was the target of all this. And Ada.if either Agent Torres or Captain Wesker dies, you know what to do.we have no choice." Hammond insisted.

"Yes sir, I know.I'll call you soon." Ada hung up the phone, and realized if either Wesker of Dylan died, a quarantine team would need to be brought in, to hold their cover. Their families would have no idea, no knowledge, of what really happened.

Chapter 12: Death's doorstep.

"Patient is male, identification from his wallet reads as Mr. Joe Garber, age 34. He's been revived on the ambulance ride over, but is currently in critical condition so prep the O.R." The doctor informed, walking hurriedly beside the stretcher carrying Dylan. Ada entered the hospital shortly after he entered the Operating room, and approached the receptionist desk.

"Excuse me I'm looking for a Mr. Garber, first name Joseph. He's been brought in from the RPD incident." Ada informed, showing the secretary her ID.

"Yes Mr. Garber just went into O.R under critical condition." The woman replied, reading a computer monitor.

"Which way?" Ada asked.

"Down the hall, first door to your right but you can't go in there! Hey, stop!" The woman yelled, watching as Ada ran down the corridor to the O.R. Walking from behind the desk, the front door slid open as three more emergency patients entered, she had no choice but to stay at her post.

Ada exited the doctor's prep room, and now wore the green operating suit, complete with mask and hair covering. Walking down the hospital authorized personnel only hallway, Ada jumped as a door swung open just in front of her, as two doctors exited the O.R. Hiding behind the opening door, she snuck inside once the two were far enough away. Inside, doctors struggled to keep Dylan alive.

"Sponge." A doctor requested, outstretching is hand for it.

"Sponge." A nurse repeated, handing the object to him. Ada watched, as Dylan's body lay open on the table. Finally, after about a half-hour, they closed him up and shipped him to intensive care, now in a coma. Suddenly, her head began to bleed through the hair mask, her ten second medical treatment she gave herself on the way over was failing. Hurrying into a bathroom, Ada locked the door and removed both the face and hair masks, seeing the huge gash beside her forehead, and just above her ear.

"Son of a." She whispered, feeling the wound with the tips of her fingers. Ada opened the stolen medkit she had grabbed earlier and placed a bandage on quickly, and stepped back out into the corridor dressed in her surgical gown.

"Doctor." A voice said from behind her. Ada turned and smiled at a receptionist, her facemask removed but her bandage concealed.

"Yes?" Ada played along, being handed a clipboard of patients information.

"Does this look to your satisfactory?" The nurse asked.

"Uh, I'm a little busy, did Captain Wesker from the S.T.A.R.S force enter yet?" Ada now questioned, handing back the clipboard.

"Yes ma'am, he's in surgical bay 4, but."

"Sorry, I've got to run!" Ada replied, already halfway down the bustling hallway.

"He's going into full cardiac arrest!" A doctor screamed, towering over Wesker's unconscious yet flopping body, which lay on the operating table. Everyone inside went into overdrive, grabbing equipment and performing several different tasks at once. Ada watched from the window above on the second level of the surgical bay, this certain area was used for young medical students to watch, yet now, the empty seats showed the emergency in the entire hospital. Class had been dismissed early, as every available hand and bed was needed. The low hum of the heart monitor soon rung out, as Wesker's life extinguished.

Suddenly, the operating room door below swung open, as a dark figured man entered.

"Step away." The man commanded while raising a shotgun, ignoring the hum of the monitor. When the doctors and nurses began to walk slowly, he opened fire and shot one of the monitors behind them all.

"Away!" He now yelled, seeing that Wesker was dead on the operating table. Ada pulled out her Glock concealed in her back holster and stepped back from the glass. Holding her breath, she burst forward and jumped through the thin glass window, falling to the room below. Rolling as she hit the ground, she fired on the man, hitting him in the shoulder. The terrorist fled out the door, dodging Ada's following shots.

"What are you standing there for, revive him!" Ada ordered, running after the unknown assailant.

Sprinting out the bay doors, she immediately came under fire. Diving to her right, she concealed herself behind a locker and only returned fire when the terrorist reloaded his SPAS 12.

Throwing away the empty clip, Ada pulled out her final one and locked it into the Glock, listening for his own reloading. When nothing could be heard, she whipped out with her gun drawn, prepared for a final shot from either herself or him, or both.

He was gone, racing down the hallway with his shotgun left behind empty, now a backup revolver in his grip. Ada jumped up and ran after him, seeing that the doctors had revived Wesker.

"Get back!" The man held the gun at the hospital staff, sending the entire room into panic. Seeing that security personnel were on their way from the main door, he burst to the right and through a doctor's only doorway and locked it behind him. The stairwell led to the roof. Ada emerged from the O.R hallway, seeing that he had come and gone already.

"Where did he go!?" She questioned the room. Several people pointed to the doorway, while others fled in terror, blocking the security personnel from entering the hospital. Ada jumped over the receptionist desk and kicked open the locked door, heading upstairs.

The snowy rooftop was not very high, only about four floors up. However, the rooftop itself was incredibly slippery from the climate. Ada peered about, squinting against the sunset in front of her. All of a sudden a lone click from the revolver came from behind, as it pressed against the back of her head.

"Walk forward." The man insisted, pressing the gun barrel into her head. Ada dropped her Glock and held her hands shoulder height, doing as he said. When they reached the edge of the building, Ada looked down to see police cars stationed about, the gunfight inside had drawn a lot of attention.

"Who are you." Ada asked finally, not turning her head for fear of that final gunshot. The man laughed hoarsely, and after a few moments of puffing his recently lit cigarette he replied in a German accent.

"The real question is, who are you.and who do you work for."

"You don't know?" Ada inquired.

"Oh, they didn't tell me about you, only my target." He replied.

"Wesker?" She continued the dialogue.

"Of course, he is a problem worth fixing. My mission is complete."

"Oh I wouldn't say that." Ada said, smiling at the fact that Wesker had been revived.

"Why do you say this?" The man now interrogated, firmly holding his gun steady.

"Because you won't be alive to find out." Ada finished, grabbing his gun with her right hand, which was still in the air under surrender, and twisting his arm about, facing him as she threw him over the side of the building. Holding his revolver in her hands, she watched as the police closed in on the terrorist, which lay dead on the parking lot below.

Chapter 13: Back home.

Los Angeles, 3 days later.

Ada walked casually out of her car, and into the cool night breeze. A sudden shock of light rain hit her forehead, as she realized that the weather was almost like springtime, not like November. Stepping up the small flight of cement stairs, Ada entered Cronoton Enterprises LA office, which spanned as a huge skyscraper. Across the street sat Sentinel Park, where located underneath was HCF Division 6 HQ.

"Welcome home ma'am." The receptionist greeted. Ada looked around the vast lobby, which was deserted due to the time of night, except for the security personnel.

"Nice to be back, any messages?" Ada asked.

"Three, from a Mr. George Simpson on the 6th floor. He last called about 15 minutes ago." The receptionist informed, telling Ada the new secret code to enter the underground facility.

"Thanks, have a good evening." Ada finished, flashing her I.D card to the security guard by the elevator. The card read,

Ada Wong, Service I.D #1246268.

Division "Computer Analyst, 22nd floor."

D.O.B: 11/16/69.

Her cover was as a computer analyst for Cronoton Enterprises systems. As she entered the elevator, she input the 22nd floor as part of the code, and as the elevator jerked into motion, she hit the stop button and then pressed the digits 3, 6, 1, 5. All of a sudden the lights on the lift deactivated, and a second later a green light flashed the entire elevator. The light was used as an X-ray and Identification checks, just in case someone accidentally yet unlikely input the correct code. The lift began its decent ride down, and stopped on the B6 level, just five floors under the underground parking lot. The doors slid open, showing a lone receptionist desk in the center of a cement walled room.

"Please state your name and rank, and input your fingerprint." The secretary said casually, after saying the same phrase thousands of times before. Even though she looked calm, as procedure she held onto the handle of a SPAS 12, which was concealed under her desk mounted in the direction of the door. In an emergency, she had two choices. Activate the auto sentry guns at the press of a button and take out every living thing in the room including her, or grab a backup gun holstered on the side of her chair.

"Ada Wong, Commander." Ada said, pressing her thumb on the monitor in front of the desk. After a few seconds, the screen beeped.

"Welcome back Ada, how's Jack?" The secretary smiled. She was young, completely experienced but relatively new to all this secrecy. Ada had gone through training with her three years ago.

"Just fine thanks, how have you been?" Ada asked, walking to a second elevator and hitting the call button.

"Dandy, Hammond's been on my back lately about not using the company phones for outside calls, but I was like, aren't they secured?" She replied.

"Well don't let him get to you, Command." Ada said upon entering the open elevator.

The entire room was empty, besides the night watch personnel. The lights were dimmed to a low lull, with the dozens of computer monitors lit bright. Lisa Richards exited her closed office, and approached Ada. Richards was second in command of Division 6, and a former British intelligence agent.

"Ah, Ms. Wong, welcome back. This way please." Richards ushered to the conference room. Inside was Hammond sitting opposite a member of HCF's high counsel, Marcus Jones. Marcus was one of the founders of HCF, and was a close friend of Alexander Ashford's until his unexplained disappearance a decade ago. Ada had met Mr. Jones only once before, when Umbrella first started shipping mutated T-virus samples to their Montreal facility a year ago.

"Hello Agent Wong." Marcus shook her hand, and that's when she realized he was only they're because of something big.

"Hello sir, nice to see you again." Ada greeted, sitting beside Richards shortly afterwards.

"Welcome back home, Agent Wong, but lets get straight to business.

"The assailant you took out in Raccoon City has been confirmed as world renowned bounty hunter Carlos Syonova. Who he was working for is another story." Richards reported.

"We've confirmed that Syonova was a very well used affiliate of Umbrella's hit squad, and has grossed a numbered 4.5 million from the corporation for business. This can mean one of three things." Hammond added.

"Which is?" Ada questioned.

"That Agent Wesker has done something to loose Umbrella's trust, that there is a third party involved, or that we have a security breach." Marcus now informed.

"A security breach? Unlikely, presuming the timing and likely-hood. Has Intel retraced his known whereabouts over the last month?" Ada asked.

"Yes, Syonova was seen making contact with an Umbrella agent named Janga Dragan, a mercenary for hire. Dragan has been known for fear against his enemies, and close to 80% of his targets are killed without them knowing." Hammond read off a report.

"You want me to find Dragan." Ada now assumed, smiling at the thought.

"Correct, we're sending you to Sri Lanka, Dragan's last known whereabouts. You're to interrogate him about Captain Wesker and then eliminate him." Richards handed Ada a folder of the information needed, while Hammond previewed her mission.

"I understand." Ada replied, standing up with the folder in hand. When she left along with Agent Richards, Marcus clasped his hands on the table and looked at Hammond.

"She won't survive this mission.will she?" Marcus inquired.

"Most likely not." Hammond implied, sitting up straight and fixing his wrinkled uniform.

Chapter 14: Sri Lanka misery.

"Why are you going to New York now!?" Jack asked, following Ada into the bedroom as she really packed for Sri Lanka.

"Because this convention is only for three days, and Cronoton want the new specs for the R-15 missile launcher by Wednesday or it'll be my ass."

"Well can't they send someone else, you just got back from Raccoon City for Christ's sake, and you hardly made it out of there alive. Ada, are you going to be gone for the holidays again or am I going to plan something that will follow through." Jack consoled, sitting on the bed as she picked up another suitcase. Jack was passive, yet always made his thoughts present. As a hostage negotiator for the LAPD S.T.A.R.S unit, Ada had met him accidentally while she was chasing a security threat down the boardwalk, and ran into Jack while rounding a corner. She had later told him that the man had just stolen her purse, yet really he had attempted to break into HCF's lower level through the park entrance. Security section concluded that the man was a lunatic, and didn't know of HCF's presence. Never the less, as protocol he was shipped to a CIA controlled prison for the remainder of his life.

"Jack, look, I'm the only person they can spare at the moment, everyone else is busy, and with Dylan out I need to do twice the work, so please just don't go there." Ada confided.

"How is Dylan.?" Jack asked slowly, knowing it was a sensitive subject at the moment.

"Better, they've shipped him to LA for the remainder of his recovery, still no leads to the bomber at the RPD though." Ada informed.

"Well, Ada, I'm sorry.I know your work is important, but it just makes me mad that you never get time off." Jack said.

"I completely agree with you there." Ada replied while carrying her suitcase to the front door.



Sri Lanka

Lightning bolted through the air, followed by the almost cackling thunder strikes. Ada sat in her car parked on the derelict street, and peered through her high tech binoculars at the building down the street. Several hours earlier, she had seen Dragan entering a house through an upstairs window.

It was her fourth day in Sri Lanka, and an eventful one at that. Over the past few days she had pieced together Dragan's reasons for being in this country. As she and HQ suspected, Dragan had been hired by Umbrella to take out a troublesome target with extreme prejudice, yet Ada had no plans to halt this assassination, it was against her orders. Suddenly a small car pulled up to the side of the building Dragan entered, and a tall, bald man exited into the pouring rain, huddling under his raincoat for safety.

"Poor bastard." Ada said aloud, sipping her coffee while peering through the binoculars. The bald man entered the building, which was actually his expensive house. Another hour later, Dragan exited the house and stood in the doorway. Ada put down her binoculars and coffee, putting the car into drive and pulling out from her space. Coasting down the roadway slowly, she watched as the deadly assassin walked casually down the walkway and onto the road. As she got closer to Dragan's location, which was now on the road, Ada slammed on the gas and sped the car at Dragan.

"Son of a." She said, slamming her car bumper into the surprised Dragan's side and sending him flying across the hood, over her windshield and landing on the pavement, on the other side of the car. Ada grabbed her shotgun placed on the passenger's seat, and jumped out onto the street, ignoring the pouring rain as she aimed the gun low. Rounding the car, she quickly noticed the disappearance of Dragan. All of a sudden, something hit her in the back of the legs, as Dragan kicked her down from under the car. Loosing her shotgun, she was blinded by the rain, getting hit by a punch from Dragan's right fist.

"Bastard!" Ada screamed, kneeing him in the head and finally finding her lost shotgun. Janga rolled out from under the car and held his fists high, however soon was met with the butt of Ada's gun, smashing his face and knocking him out cold.

"You put up quite a fight." She panted, sitting beside him in the cold rain on the road. After minutes of pilling him into her trunk, tying and double injecting him with tranquilizers for good measure, Ada got a sudden fascination with something in the bald mans window, just standing there. Afraid her cover might have been blown, she locked her car doors and with the SPAS 12 in hand walked cautiously up the walkway and inside the house.

Securing the small room, Ada walked up the stairs to the second floor, seeing the huge picture window down the hallway, a figure holding its stance in the center. As she approached it with her gun drawn, she realized the man was dangling from the ceiling, bound around his neck a thick nylon rope. His feet swayed back and forth, and were a good five inches off the ground. It was the bald man, a mere surprised look on his lifeless face now.

HCF's safehouse was small, not secured or security proof, but useful for interrogations as it was out in the middle of nowhere, in the warehouse district. Dragan was tied to a bolted down chair, both arms and legs. His neck was also strapped to the back of the chair, making sure he could have trouble breathing. Covering his eyes was a woolsack, blocking his view. Ada was preparing in the other room when he finally spoke.

"So who are you." Dragan choked, tasting the blood in his mouth from his previous wound.

"That's a long story, Mr. Dragan." Ada replied, using a voice synthesizer to disguise her speech.

"I seem to have a lot of time now." He implied, chuckling at his predicament.

"Seems so.let's get right to business, shall we? Who do you work for." Ada began, knowing the question but needing it for the tape she was recording.

"I work alone, never with another. It's more enjoyable that way." Dragan protested, almost like he was insulted at the question.

"Alright then.tell me about Carlos Syonova." Ada questioned, grabbing a leather strap placed on the wall with other interrogating utilities.

"That failure, he couldn't even take out a simple police officer for crying out loud, I'm here taking out Presidents and Senators, Ambassadors, and he fails at everything he does. He brings a bad name to the bounty hunter trade." Dragan joked, smiling under the woolsack. Ada raised the strap and slapped it across his face, undeniably hurting him quite a bit.

As Janga regained his senses, Ada continued her questioning.

"And what business did he have with Umbrella."

"Very direct questioning, what makes you think I'll cave in?" Dragan insisted.

Ada grabbed a screwdriver and with only half her mite drove it into his ribcage. The mercenary coughed in pain, a puncture wound now in his side spurting out dark red blood.

"Because if you don't, I'll use the rest of my tools." Ada threatened and leaned in closer, "And believe me, there are plenty of tools in this place. I may even have to improvise but I'm quite sure I can go on for days and days and days with this."

After a long pause, Dragan replied to her question.

"Spencer, got an anonymous report about an insider within the RPD. It said that one of Umbrella's contacts has been shipping information to an unknown party."

"And Spencer believes this contact is Captain Wesker?" Ada continued.

"He doesn't know, the blast was meant to take out both Chief Irons and Wesker, the two only contacts within the RPD. Umbrella can't afford to take risks at the moment, in these times." Dragan hesitated.

"These times?" Ada questioned, when suddenly the rooftop skylight smashed, as two armed men dressed in combat gear and an MP5 in hand repelled down and to the ground, firing on the way. Following that attack was an even bigger one, as a group of eight armed agents plowed through the doorway, firing at Ada who was already running. As bullets flew over her head, she dove through the doorway to the office and grabbed the tape recorder on the windowsill, pocketing it. Peering only slightly out, Ada realized that she was now completely trapped.

Chapter 15: Extreme measures.

"Hold your fire!" Dragan screamed, after receiving a machine gun from one of the Umbrella agents.

Ada crouched around the room, looking for a gun, however the weapons locker was in clear sight of the doorway, if she went for the locker she would be shot immediately.

"It's a shame we couldn't continue with your questioning, I was having such fun." Dragan implied.

"Me too." Ada whispered, reaching a desk drawer and opening it. Inside was a small computer terminal, and in the center was the detonation key for the warehouse. As she input the code, Dragan continued his endless taunting, she pulled the key out and inserted it into the final slot.

"Hey Dragan, how fast can you run?" Ada yelled, jumping up and diving out a boarded window, smashing through the rotted wood. Seconds later, the several pounds of C4 under the warehouse exploded.

"Regroup outside!" Dragan ordered, running with his squad as the explosions flew around them.

Los Angeles November 18th, 1991.

Ada walked down the corridor reading over her mission debrief report when Dylan ran up to her from the elevator, his arm in a sling from the explosion in Raccoon City.

"Dylan!" She yelled, hugging her friend.

"Heard you had quite the time in Sri Lanka." Dylan said, walking with her to Command.

"Yeah, but Dragan escaped. Good think the warehouse C4 was still intact though, Umbrella found nothing in the rubble." Ada informed, entering the HCF command deck.

"Find out anything from him?" Dylan asked, skimming her report after she handed it to him.

"Not really, except Umbrella is planning something big soon." Ada replied.

"Intel got anything?" Dylan continued, when Lisa Richards walked over to them.

"Nothing so far, they're waiting for you, both of you." Lisa interrupted. The three entered the conference room when suddenly the alarms started to wail.

Emergency Lockdown activated, all personnel proceed to emergency evacuation stations. The computerized voice said. Ada turned to the Command center, seeing all the computer monitors shut down except for the main wall one. Agent Richards exited hurriedly into the center and began talking with Hammond. Ada followed.

"What's going on?" Ada asked, when the overhead lights went offline.

"Someone's tripped the security grid on the east park entrance." Hammond informed, reading the onscreen map of the entire installation.

"Ada, Lisa, go and lead the investigation team." He continued, turning to a scientist beside him, who held a aluminum briefcase. Hammond ran his fingerprint across the lock and opened the case, revealing two keycards. As Ada and Lisa entered the elevator, Hammond handed one of the cards to Dylan.

"Two high ranking officers are needed to activate the Auto Destruct sequence, simultaneous insertions." Hammond said, Dylan nodded his head.

The lift doors closed, and Ada turned to Lisa.

"Auto Destruct?" Ada questioned.

"Standard procedure, we've got about three minutes to find out what's going on." Lisa replied.

"Three, two, one, now." Hammond said aloud, as the rest of the command crew watched. Dylan put his keycard in the separate slot along with Hammond on the other side of the console, and waited for his instructions.

"Auto Destruct system activated, awaiting two-person authorization codes." The computer voice rang out.

"Authorization HCF Command Division 6, Hammond Omega 1."

"Authorization recognized, Hammond Omega 1. Awaiting second authorization code." The computer said.

"Authorization HCF Counter Terrorism Unit Division 6, Torres Delta 4." Dylan replied, still holding the keycard.

"Authorization recognized, Torres Delta 4. Awaiting final code." The computer asked.

"Security clearance 44-5G-391. Initiate Auto Destruct sequence, three minutes..Enable." Hammond finished. The alarms began to ring again, following the computer voice.

"The Auto Destruct sequence has been initiated, all personnel to emergency evacuation zones. Three minutes until detonation." It said as Ada and Lisa exited the lift, machine guns in arms.

"Alpha team report." Lisa said through her headset, as Ada ran along beside her.

"Alpha team leader here, we've secured East Side entrance. Awaiting your arrival." A mans voice replied. Ada and Lisa rounded the corner, ducking below the sliding door that closed from the roof, upon procedure.

"Ada take point." Lisa ordered, holding back with the Alpha team leader.

"Right." Ada walked slowly to the stairwell, which lead to the park entrance.

"Ada wait." The Alpha team leader said, walking up to her.

"What is it?" She whispered, half dazed.

"I'll go, cover my back." He finished holding his gun up. The pair walked silently up the steps, Ada halting halfway to cover him. The Alpha team leader walked to the door and scanned the surroundings, and input his exit code. As the door slid open, Dragan stood smiling at them all.

Chapter 16: A devil for an ally.

"Two minutes until detonation." The computer voice said over the wailing alarm sirens. Ada stood motionless on the stairs, her entire body stunned by Dragan's presence. It had been different before, she had had the upper hand against this ruthless mercenary, yet now he, who was unarmed, somehow had the advantage. After a momentary silence, Dragan finally spoke.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He said coldly, smiling directly at Ada. Lisa sprinted up the stairs, her gun drawn, and as she approached Dragan a sudden urge to halt her movements went through her body. Stopping beside Ada, she lowered her weapon.

"My name is Major Lisa Richards, second in command for this facility. Put your hands in the air and step through the doorway." She ordered.

"But of course, yet I suggest calling your superiors and shutting off that self destruct sequence, the park may not be populated at the moment, however the explosion will most likely take out many innocents." Dragan confided, stepping through the doorway. As soon as both feet were on the stairs, an agent at the bottom activated the lock mechanism and sealed Dragan inside. The leader of the Alpha team stepped back behind Agent Richards per her silent request.

"How did you find this place." Ada now spoke.

"It wasn't easy of course, you manage to keep a tight operation here. Long story short, I managed to plant a transmitter on your during our skirmish in Sri Lanka. That car bumper hurt, I might add." Dragan informed, walking past Lisa and Ada, and down to the bottom of the steps.

"Impossible, this place is shielded by transmitting technologies." Lisa objected, following him now with her gun raised waist height.

"Precisely, I just tracked her until the signal disappeared, you people aren't very." Dragan stopped as the computer voice rang out again.

"One minute until detonation."

"I really do suggest you call your superiors and turn that thing off." Dragan instructed.

"No..I won't." Lisa replied, standing behind him.

"Oh really? I guess we'll have to wait until we all blow up then." Dragan taunted, turning to face her even though a dozen machine guns were aimed at the back of his head, not to mention the automated machine guns on standby.

"Yes really. First off, who have you told of our location." Lisa demanded.

"As I told your friend here," Dragan waved his hand to Ada, "I like to work alone. I told no one of your little operation here."

"How do we know your telling the truth?" Ada now questioned.

"You don't, guess you'll have to trust a murdering mercenary." Dragan smiled again, the evil blunt smirk sending shivers down everyone's spine.

"Twenty second remaining." The computer said as Dylan circled the command center for the fifth time, watching the sole computer screen online in the room, while Hammond began transmitting reports and data to high command.

"Still no word." Dylan hesitated, finally stopping his monotonous circles. Hammond turned to him and then to the wall screen, watching as the icons for the low yield fusion bombs beneath the facility begin their final operations.

Suddenly, the comm system beeped.

"Command." Hammond said, pressing the talk switch on the small hand-sized command console on the wall.

"It's me, disengage the Auto Destruct, now!" Lisa replied.

"Why what's happening down there!?" Hammond continued to question as the ten-second countdown began.

"No time, trust me on this Will." Lisa finished. Hammond turned to Dylan and began to run for the command console. Both of them turned their keycards again simultaneously allowing Hammond to begin the voice recognition.

"Authorization HCF Command Division 6, Hammond Omega 1, disengage Auto Destruct, command code Delta 176-R4J." Hammond said quickly. As the countdown timer rounded to two seconds, it halted.

"Auto Destruct sequence disengaged. Lockdown systems deactivated." The computer informed, sending the lights back to their original neon glow instead of the dark, moody red.

Several hours later, Hammond, Ada, Lisa, Dylan, and two members of the high council sat in the briefing room. One of the high counsel members, Marcus, was whispering something to the other when Dragan entered under armed guard. After pleasantries were accepted, Hammond went straight to business.

"Alright, why are you here and for what purpose." He began.

"I have many reasons General, but the one that comes to mind is the T- virus." Dragan replied.

"How so." Marcus now asked, intervening in Hammond's inquiry.

"I know how to get it, where to get it, and how to procreate it." Dragan informed.

"Why us, you didn't know who we were until just now." Hammond now continued.

"Because, Umbrella have been bothersome lately, and with the T-virus I can sell it for the highest price, as for why you, I wanted to see her again." Dragan fidgeted with his handcuffs, nicely placed behind his back as he stared at Ada across the table.

"What makes you think we'll hand over a deadly virus to you." Marcus questioned.

"You won't. I'll sell it to you, for the highest price." Dragan replied.

"And what makes you think we want the T-virus, you know more then your letting on." Hammond said.

"I only know of who you may be, and what your purpose is. Only rumors within Umbrella are present, yet apparently they are true. You are the mysterious organization lurking in the shadows, working to stop Umbrella.aren't you." Dragan continued to stare into Ada's eyes, never looking away.

"This is true, we are part of the CIA counter terrorism unit. HCF is our organization, and we could use your help." The second high council member implied.

"HCF.Interesting. So, will you accept my offer? With the Tyrant Virus in your possession more study can be done." Dragan insisted.

"We accept, you will help us..For now. Take him to security, have him checked out along with his previous known locations." Marcus ordered the guards. As Dragan exited the room, Marcus turned to the second high council member, who's name was indisclosed for security reasons, he was a man of power within the government.

"How could you tell him what you did that was a high security breach!" Marcus yelled, ignoring the others in the room. Ada watched as the high council member sat secured in his seat, not caring about Marcus's question. After a long silence, he simply replied, "We have the best medical professionals in the world, after the operation we'll simply reconstruct his memory, make him forget everything that's happened. If all else fails, we'll have him killed."

"I don't like it either, but the T-virus is too important to ignore, this is the first chance we've had in twenty years to acquire the Tyrant Virus and I would hate to see it go to waste." Hammond cut in.

"Very well, we shall carry out this operation. I shall inform high command that labs will need to be constructed for testing." Marcus stood with his partner, not even needing to motion everyone else to stand. When Marcus stood, everyone did the same. It was the same with every high council member, with the exception that most members of the council were mysterious, and never out in the field as Marcus was. He was almost the liaison for them for HCF. The council member here now was also a mystery, Ada recognized him yet couldn't place a face. It must be a big thing, this mission, is a second council member was sent.

"And Hammond.send the girl for this mission." Marcus commanded, glancing over in Ada's direction.

Chapter 17: The Tyrant virus operation.

November 25th, 1991.

Paris, France.

"So when are you expected back from Philadelphia?" Jack asked over the phone, while sitting home in Los Angeles.

"Not sure, Mr. Hammond wants the missile update for next Wednesday, he's even coming on this trip with Dylan and I." Ada replied, strapping her parachute on her back while Dylan handed her a USP silencer.

"Standard issue, fires six bullets per second if your fast enough. Magazine clip of 15." Dylan whispered, turning to hand Dragan the same type of gun, while Hammond went over the initial mission plan with the mercenary.

"What's that sound in the background?" Jack questioned, listening to the planes engine noise over the static.

"Uh..a vacuum cleaner, the hotel maids are in." Ada lied, and continued, "Sorry babe, I've gotta go, talk to you later."

"About done?" Hammond said, handing Ada a small pack of equipment.

"Thirty seconds!" The officer said at the back of the plane, while a red light buzzed above the rear door as it opened. Down below showed a vast forest just outside Paris.

"You'll have to trek through the outer perimeter of the forest until the Paris lab of Umbrella's. It's their main HQ, and Dragan is familiar with it." Hammond informed, escorting the two to the back of the plane.

"Understood, we'll be going radio silent from the landing zone up until the perimeter fences?" Ada said, looking down at the foggy night.

"Yes, good luck." Hammond finished as the red buzzer turned green, signaling Ada and Janga to jump. The two of them leapt out of the cargo plane, plummeting to the ground below. Ada breathed slowly, and after counting to thirty pulled the ripcord.

"Freelancer, are you in position?" Dylan asked while talking through his radio and prepping himself for his own jump.

"Not yet, stand by." Ada replied, cutting her shoot just feet from the ground. Dragan followed her.

"This is Freelancer going radio silence, do you copy Base ops?" She continued, pulling her USP out and turning to Dragan, who had done nothing yet.

"That's a copy Freelancer, good luck." Hammond now answered, still sitting in the back of the plane.

"Shall we?" Dragan coughed, locking his USP's clip.

"Don't make any mistakes you son of a bitch, or I will shoot you myself." Ada warned.

"That wouldn't be very stealthy, shooting your partner, now would it?" Dragan replied, smiling.

"I can be very covert." Ada announced, proceeding through the forest path.

"Over there.two guards in sight." Dragan pointed, while he and Ada were covered in darkness behind the trees.

"What else is there?" Ada implied, scanning the surroundings.

"Motion detectors, laser grids inside, along with security cameras equipped with infrared sensors. The works." Dragan answered.

"So how the hell do we get all past that, and out in a half hour?" Ada questioned.

"We don't need to go in there, we need to go, in over there." He pointed towards a forest path, which looked like it had been trampled on a few times by patrolling guards. Walking down it they soon found their answer, an emergency door hidden in the brush.

"It leads directly to the underground warehouse and train platform for loading storage." Dragan informed, approaching the steel door.

"It sounds too easy." Ada said aloud, knowing something was off with his plan.

"Of course, unfortunately the door to the platform won't open unless in an emergency, if its open any other time every alarm in the building will go off, and all doors locked. Not to mention that we'll have a small army on our tails." Dragan joked.

"So how then?" Ada continued, pacing back in forth in the darkness.

"We make an emergency, and that's where your friend comes in."

"Nomad, come in." Ada announced over the headset Comm radio.

While Ada and Dragan were advancing through the forest, Dylan had parachuted onto the other side of the lab perimeter, where he could interface with Umbrella's security systems using their power station just outside the base. Dylan sat inside the small cabin, which held several locked computers and huge system relays controlling the labs main power supply, and began hacking into the security system.

"This is Nomad, standing by for orders." Dylan said back, typing away on his laptop.

"This is Base ops, Nomad proceed with second phase of operation Tyrant Virus." Hammond cut in while still on the plane.

"Acknowledged, standby for biohazard outbreak." Dylan replied, typing in the commands on his laptop and hitting enter. Ada and Dragan were standing outside when the field alarms began to ring.

"Warning, Biohazard outbreak detected, all personnel evacuate immediately. Level 6 has been locked down for containment." A woman's voice said over the intercom. Ada turned to the evac door and watched as the lock disengaged.

Chapter 18: The Tyrant virus operation. Part 2

Only red flashing warning lights, signaling all personnel to evacuate, illuminated the long passageway. As far as Umbrella knew Level 6 of the facility had undergone a viral outbreak, and this allowed Ada and Dragan to "secretly" enter the lab. Waiting as employees passed one by one down the corridor and out onto the outer compound Ada had entered through, the two waited above, holding themselves on the ceiling with each foot and hand outstretched to both walls. As the final scientist exited, slamming the emergency door behind him, Ada and Dragan jumped down with weapons drawn.

"Subtle." Ada quipped, holding her gun waist height as Janga consulted the PDA issued by HCF.

"We may have gone radio silent for the time being, but we can still receive messaged through this device. According to your friend, patrols are scattered across the compound to tend to the outpouring of scientists and personnel. Their numbers are limited inside." Dragan informed.

"Good, all we need to do is get to the warehouse for now, come on, you take point." Ada ordered.

"Yes sir." Dragan quirked, proceeding down the vast corridor.

The0 guards body lay motionless on the floor, killed by a single gunshot wound to the back of the head, and his friend to the right, a second guard, sprawled over a table, a bullet to the chest taking his final breath away. Dylan ignored the men he killed, concentrating on the mission. Just outside the window to his right was the front of the compound, heavily populated now by over a hundred Umbrella workers. The small cabin housing the generator for the base was less then a hundred feet from the main gate, and in such heavily dangerous as it was also used as a checkpoint for incoming vehicles. The generator itself wasn't a security threat, or that's what Umbrella believed. If it went offline, the backup would activate. Yet one thing they did not suspect to think of was an enemy using state of the art technology to hack into the computer network. Dylan searched through Umbrella's database and came across the map to the facility.

"Come in Nomad this is Freelancer, over." Ada said over the Comm radio.

"Message received, status report Freelancer." Dylan replied, hardly paying attention to the conversation as he shuffled through Umbrella's files.

"We've arrived at the underground train platform, but security is tight. We need a distraction." Ada informed, as herself and Dragan were pinned down secretly behind a crate as a group of guards stood in their way, unknown to the intruders so near by.

"Acknowledged.Ada, how long did you have to hold your breath when that submarine went down with you in it last year?" Dylan asked, seeing a control switch to the biohazard ventilation system, which was designed to destroy loose B.O.W's on case of emergency.

"Three minutes, give or take a few seconds....why." Ada stopped, realizing something terrible was about to happen.

"The area your in has a switch for a B.O.W toxin, its highly poisonous if inhaled." Dylan informed, starting the timer sequence for the canisters.

"Oh come on, there has to be another way." Ada whispered loudly into her headset.

"Not any I can see, and I can see there, I've gained access to security cameras, there's more guards on the other side of the platform, a lot of them.You'll have to hurry to the other side of the platform and I'll release the lock for the secondary platform. By then it looks like clear sailing." Dylan briefed.

"We won't be able to see through the gas though." Dragan cut in.

"The cameras are equipped with infrared technology, I'll guide you through over the radio as you go. Ok, I'm prepping the canisters now, get ready." Dylan said, typing in the final commands. Ada breathed heavily and took notice to the conversations of the group of guards ahead, who were unknowingly breathing their final breaths.

"Yeah so I hear Spencer's overseeing the final product at the Raccoon mansion." One guard said.

"Oh well, world domination in a few years, eh boys!?" Another joked, causing a low snicker from each of them.

Suddenly, the low hiss of the gas canisters activated, as green smoke oozed out from the ventilation shafts.

"Biohazard anti-BOW systems activated, locking all doors to Train platform A-6." The computerized voice informed as Ada and the mercenary Dragan ran past the downed group of guards while the green gas thickened.

"Ok, three meters to the right." Dylan said, watching them walk hurriedly through the gas and towards a stairwell.

"There's a stairwell directly in front of you, hurry up them." Dylan continued, watching the B.O.W gas systems reach full capacity on the small computer scale.

Ada and Dragan ran up the steps, almost tripping at the top when the stairs ran out and concluded on a platform above the parked train in the center of the room. Running across and back down the steps, Ada suddenly tripped over something and hit the floor hard.

"Damnit, Ada there's several downed guards in your path, you'll have to walk slowly over them in a straight line." Dylan hesitated.

Ada and Dragan reached the other side of the graveyard of guards, and felt their lungs throbbing with pain.

"Ok, now four meters to the right is a door, I've released the lock and activated the ventilation systems inside for when you get in, wait a few seconds so the vents can suck up the leaked gas." Dylan finished. Dragan and Ada entered the small room through the door, and waited in pain as the vents cleared them. A green light hummed as it signaled the completion of the sequence.

"We're...in..." Ada panted, breathing in slowly and checking her watch, which read three minutes and forty-two seconds.

"Well I broke my record.." She continued, closing her eyes and leaning on the wall to catch her breath.

"Good work Ada, what about Dragan?" Dylan asked. Ada opened her eyes and looked down to see Dragan motionless on the floor, not breathing.

Chapter 19: The Tyrant virus operation. Part 3

"He's not responding." Ada yelled through her radio after attempting CPR on Dragan.

"Ok, I'm reading a medical lab down the corridor beyond the room your in, take him there, we can't afford to loose Dragan he's too valuable.at the moment." Dylan informed, reading the map on his laptop.

Ada grabbed Dragan by under his arms and dragged him through the electronic door, and continued down the vacant corridor. With the base on emergency lockdown due to the fake biohazard outbreak, stealth was much easier.

"Stand by Dylan, I'm going to jump start him." Ada said afterwards, placing Dragan's motionless body on the surgical table inside the medical lab.

"Damn, Ada I'm loosing video feed, I'm going radio silent for a few to get the systems back up." Dylan said.

"Acknowledged..here we go." Ada replied, rubbing the paddles together and pressing them against Dragan's chest.

"Clear!" She yelled, and pressed down on the switches for the paddles. Dragan's body flopped across the table. Using her medical knowledge, she injected him with adrenaline and continued. Finally, Dragan began to breathe.

"Welcome back." Ada said, dropping the paddles and walking to the door, checking through the small window to see if anyone was around.

"What.happened." Dragan asked, panting.

"You died, don't do it again." Ada answered, taking her gun back out of its holster.

"You saved my."

"Don't, you're alive right now for one reason, I need you to complete this mission. Now get up and come.what was that." Ada stopped, moving to the side of the door and switching the lights off. Listening closely, she heard faint footsteps.

"Alright, I'll go to level 4 and begin the scans, Kowalski and Archer take level 3, Garber, Jordan's and Finch are in charge of this level. Move out." A man ordered who was dressed in a hazmat suit along with his coworkers.

"Yes sir." The all said in unison. As the leader entered an elevator, they all departed except for three.

"I'll start with the infirmary, you guys start with sector 4." One said.

Ada stood behind the door as it opened, watching as the man flicked on the light switch. Dragan remained motionless behind a desk, holding his silenced H&K USP pistol. As the door closed and the man began scanning the room with some sort of device, Ada leapt into action and used a chair to crack his skull open. Blood could be seen seeping through from the inside of the suit.

"Deadly." Dragan inquired, standing up.

"Let's go before they find him." Ada insisted, opening the door.

"I understand, alright." Hammond hung up the phone, turning to his HCF bodyguard.

"Get me Mr. Marcus on line 3, now. An unknown aircraft is on its way towards Paris lab, looks like a troop deployment helicopter, and its not Umbrella issue." Hammond informed, sitting down at his desk. The plane he was on had landed and he was now at HCF's Paris safehouse, commandeering the mission. Several minutes later, Marcus was on the phone.

"What should I have done sir." Hammond asked straight out after informing his superior.

"Nothing, we may never get a chance at this sort of thing again. Inform your people but do not abandon the mission." Marcus answered and hung up the phone.

"We may have a problem on our hands." Hammond said aloud to himself, clasping his hands together.

"Mission status." Hammond asked over the radio as Dragan picked the lock to an office door while Ada covered his back.

"About 60% completed sir, we're inside and proceeding through the warehouse now, we'll be at the cargo area where the virus synthesizers are located in about six minutes. Dylan had to go radio silent to repair his link to the Umbrella systems." Ada replied.

"We may have a situation Ada, is Dragan there?" Hammond continued.

"Yes, hold on." Ada switched to a secure channel so Dragan couldn't listen, "Go ahead sir."

"Satellite surveillance has picked up a D-90 troop deployment helicopter en route to Paris lab, be advised its not Umbrella issue." Hammond said.

"I understand." Ada realized what Hammond was hinting at. As she walked back towards Dragan who was still crouched beside the door, she pulled out her gun and aimed it as his face.

"What's this." He inquired, not taking his eyes off the lock he was picking.

"Why is there a troop deployment helicopter on its way to Paris lab Dragan." Ada said flat out, holding her gun steady aimed at his face. She finally got his attention as he turned his head towards the barrel of the gun.

"Troop deployment.? What brand." Dragan insisted to know.

"Excuse me?"

"What brand, what type!?" Dragan asked again, standing up with his face in total shock.

"D-90, why." Ada questioned.

"D-90.I should have suspected." Dragan hesitated, finally picking the lock and opening the door.

"Why.what does it mean what do you know!?" Ada's voice raised.

"The D-90 is widely used by a corporation called Biotech Frontiers, Umbrella's been at a sort of cold war with them for years. Like Umbrella, Biotech has a vast army and is already developing their own virus much like the Tyrant Virus. If Biotech is on their way here, that means your little corporation has an insider." Dragan informed.

"What!? How do you know all this, we've never heard of all this before." Ada waved her gun, signaling him to enter the office door to the second part of the warehouse.

"I've worked for Umbrella, I know things HCF wouldn't believe. If Biotech is coming, we'd better get this thing done, now." Dragan hurried through the door and past the rows of desks, and looked out a window which showed a huge warehouse on the other side. The door beside the window was metal, and locked.

"Why, D-90 helicopters only hold a total of 10 troops, why fear them?" Ada continued her line of questioning while pulling out a glasscutter. The window's glass was made of a special brand, bulletproof. They would need to use a laser beam to cut through.

"Unlike Umbrella, Biotech are not worried of viral outbreak, and have already tested their virus's on human hosts five years ago. The tests were more successful then they anticipated, and over the last few years have injected a total of 50 000 of their agents with their virus. It greatly increases the body's immune system and gives them super strength. In essence, they're super soldiers. If Biotech are daring to attack Paris lab, they'll have packed 10 of their best 50 000 on that chopper." Dragan replied.

The glass fell to the catwalk on the other side of the window, allowing Ada and Dragan to crawl through.

"How could we have missed all that, the Directive has the finest Intel on the planet." Ada protested, running down the catwalk staircase with Dragan in the lead.

"This only strengthens my belief that HCF has an insider.working for Biotech." Dragan insisted, heading directly towards the crates containing viral synthesizers.

"Freelancer, I've got visual back and I'm seeing a firefight outside the base. Looks like a helicopter's going down just above the facility, stand by." Dylan now said over the radio as he watched the video feed in the cabin. Turning his head to the window, he watched the helicopter crash into the ground at incredible speed, but not before ten people jumped off while firing. As they landed, each of them with impossible speed ran and busted through a sturdy metal door like it wasn't even there.

"My god..what the hell are they!?" Dylan screamed, turning back to his video feed of a corridor inside the facility, showing the intruders in a firefight with security guards in hazmat suits.

"Dylan, what's going on?" Ada asked, helping Dragan load the relatively small crate onto the back of a truck.

"Ada, there's a group of intruders on their way through the lab, looks like they're heading your way. Get out now!!" Dylan yelled, beginning to pack his equipment.

"Understood, have the chopper meet us at the coordinates in four minutes. Prepare for emergency evac...they're coming." Ada turned her head to the warehouse doors on the other side of the huge room which were connected to the lab, and was three-inch metal. After only two bangs on the other side of it, the door slammed to the ground, broken down so easily.

"Get the truck started!" Ada ordered, catching Dragan's H&K which he passed her and began firing with a USP in each hand. There were only six of the ten men at the warehouse door when Ada fired. Each of her shots missed them, yet when she fired her sights were dead on.

"My god, they can dodge bullets!" Ada stopped, jumping on the back of the truck. The distance of the super soldiers and the truck was about 100 yards, and as Ada climbed aboard the truck she watched as they all began sprinting and firing forward. As the truck sped in the opposite direction of the group, they suddenly began getting closer and closer, no matter how fast the truck's speed was. Dragan swerved past a pillar and down the service ramp leading to the underground car passage. Beyond them were a full proof gate door, which stood in their way. On the outside, Dylan was planting the last of the C4's.

"Now Dylan!" Ada said through her radio as the truck got closer and closer. The group of soldiers had given up firing but continued their pursuit, going about the same speed as the truck, 40 miles per hour. The gate exploded in a fury of fire, allowing them safe exit. Dylan had already begun speeding away on his motorbike when he remotely detonated the explosives. He was safe, however, Ada and Dragan were not, as they drove onto the dirt road in the middle of the forest, one of the super soldiers jumped with his immense strength onto the back of the truck with Ada still on it.

Chapter 20: Paris Escape.

"Dragan!" Ada yelled, climbing away from the advancing super soldier on the back of the truck. Janga turned his head and in a split second aimed with his right hand and fired through the back window. The soldier fell back and off the truck, relieving Ada of immense tension. Yet as she leaned closer towards the edge of the back, she realized the soldier wasn't on the road. Suddenly a hand grabbed her arm, and began to pull her forward. Ada struggled loose and came face to face with the soldier, his eyes completely black, no color at all. As he began to climb aboard from under the truck, Dragan slammed on the brakes and sent him flying inside, and in that moment hit the pedal again, the shear force knocking him out almost along with Ada.

As she regained her senses, the other three soldiers regrouped with their downed comrade, and all eerily seemed to be making eye contact with her from so far away.

Thirty Minutes Later.

"We'll take this to the boys in L.A, they'll have a field day duplicating the technology!" The airman yelled over the deafening aircraft sounds while several HCF agents loaded the synthesizer crate on the cargo plane.

"Good work Freelancer, your plane leaves in an hour, I'll be going back on the C-130 transport with the synthesizer. Make sure to keep an eye on Dragan." Hammond cut in, shaking Ada's hand.

"And when do I get my money." Dragan asked, stepping up to Hammond.

"In due time, we need to check out this machine first." Hammond turned and walked towards the plane, the endless fog engulfing him and what seemed to be the entire airport.

December 19th, 1991. Los Angeles. 09:45hrs.

"Are we still going to my parents for Christmas?" Jack questioned Ada from the kitchen downstairs, while she dressed for work.

"Depends if I'm back in time, I'm leaving the 21st so maybe...oh god not again." Ada stopped, running to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. Jack had noticed this was the third time this morning she had vomited.

"You alright?" He yelled from the stairs while drying a plate.

"Yeah..ugh, I must have caught something." Ada replied walking down the stairs.

"Perhaps you should stay home then?" Jack joked, knowing the answer already. Ada had never missed a day of work in her life, except for the one time she broke her arm, in the three years working at Cronoton Enterprises. However when she had told him that her arm had broken, Ada was keeping the secret that in truth she was shot on a mission.

"I can't, you know that." Ada coughed.

"Jesus Ada, a computer analyst isn't needed this much. What about when we're married, are you going to be running off all the time? We haven't even set a date!" Jack screamed, his words seemed hurtful yet he was worried about Ada's health.

"June 15th, next year..I promise we'll talk about it later. Gotta jet." Ada smiled, running down the last few steps and out the door.

The day was surprisingly cold for L.A and Ada had believed it would be a typical boring office day, she wasn't scheduled for fieldwork for another week.

"After the timely front entrance into HCF HQ, Ada was greeted by Agent Lisa Richards.

"Ada, your expected. Come with me." Lisa immediately said. As they walked into Hammond's office, she noticed Council Member Marcus, who has been making more appearances in Division 6 then usual, sitting in Hammond's chair.

"Hello Agent Wong.please sit down." He said smiling, waving his hand for Lisa to leave. As the door closed, he began his formal questioning.

"Now, Agent Wong, please tell me in little detail your mission at Paris Lab a few weeks ago."

"Well, everything is in my report sir..and." Ada stopped as Marcus flipped a folder open, and shuffled papers.

"Yes I was just reading your report, for the fifth time I might add, and some things are very unclear." He mentioned.

"Such as I might ask?"

"Well, you mention a conversation with Janga Dragan which he stated boldly that it's his belief an insider is within HCF." Marcus replied.

"Mr. Marcus.Dragan can't be trusted, I'm sure you're aware of that. Have you spoken to him about this?" Ada asked very out front.

"Indeed I have, however I'm a bit confused by his reconciliation of the events. And I'm also deeply concerned by the fact that you never came to your superior, Mr. Hammond, with the news that there might be an insider within The Directive. Now do I have to remind you of our goal here, covert operations and all?" Marcus put bluntly, leaning forward and tossing Ada's report to the desk.

"No sir. However, I don't believe Dragan, and if I may speak freely sir I don't agree with your decision to simply let Dragan go, money and all." Ada quipped back.

"I." He paused, "We, the council did not just let Dragan go, his memory of the events have been erased, and."

"If Umbrella dare investigate him they may come up with enough information on Dragan's actions against them. We should have eliminated that bastard when we had the chance." Ada interrupted him. She felt daring today for a reason unknown.

" If we had just killed Dragan that would have put a huge risk of exposure on our part. In any case, it was our decision and we made it. As far as Dragan is concerned, he stole the money we paid him from his latest hit. Anyways, take this and get out." Marcus handed her a folder.

"What's this?" She asked.

"Your mission layout for the mission to Korea, Intel has tracked down the D- 90 helicopter from Paris Lab to these coordinates in South Korea." Marcus informed.

"Korea? I was under the impression I was leading the infiltration into the Umbrella warehouse in Vancouver on the 21st?" Ada asked.

"Change of plans, you'll be going in with Agent Torres. The mission kicks off the 21st however. Good luck, you have the rest of the week off." Marcus finished. Ada exited the office and suddenly felt sick again.

A few hours later, she sat outside the medical infirmary in fear that on her latest mission had contracted some sort of disease. After a medical checkup, the Doctor exited his office and approached her.

"Viral scans came up negative, however, there is something else." He informed her.

"What?" Ada hesitated after a pause in concentration, she was desperately tired.

"Congratulations Ada, your six weeks pregnant." He replied with a smile.

Chapter 21: The Shadow of evil.

South Korea, December 22nd, 1991. Biotech Research and Development Facility.

"Time check, 03:30 hours." Ada whispered, sitting at the top of the snowy hill while peering through high tech binoculars.

"Check. All right Ada, let's get this over with and be back for Christmas this time." Dylan commented about last years mission before Christmas while walking over to her from the jeep. Snow fluttered from the dreary skies, yet the ground was just beginning to cover with the white frost. Ada shivered suddenly while memorizing guard layouts of the base below.

"Good thought, what do Intel have on this plane anyways?" Ada asked, watching a truck loaded with personnel drive through the main gate and into the complex, which comprised mainly of small warehouses around the heavily guarded compound and the main R&D building in the center. The building itself as enormous in size, meaning high guard counts.

"Not much, we know Biotech is a low class corporation. About 15 years ago, several employees of Umbrella defected over to the crumbling Biotech Frontiers, and in months got the company back up and running to full power." Dylan informed, standing beside her with a cigarette in his mouth, a sort of tradition before every mission he went on. He never, however, smoked off the field.

"Why haven't we been keeping a track on Biotech?" Ada continued.

"There was never a reason, the Umbrella workers that defected were low level employees, and didn't have access to the T-virus information. Its obvious we we're wrong." Dylan commented, putting his cigarette out.

"Well whatever, we'd better get started. Let's go over the mission objectives." Ada paused, turning to Dylan who was taking something out of the jeep.

"Right. You and I get inside, I cut power from the inside, and you locate and use the main computer records terminal and download their database." Dylan briefed.

"What are these for?" Ada said while Dylan took out a needle with a clear liquid inside.

"For the radiation. This building was used as a weapons factory during the Korean War and there is still inactive warheads underground, which are still waiting to be transported out for disposal. All personnel here are given these." Dylan replied while injecting himself as well.

"Ok, well, keep an open Comm link just in case. Let's move." Ada finished, grabbing her weapons from the jeep and holstering them. Facing the long hill where the bottom lay the compound, she took a deep breath and began to sprint, with Dylan close behind.

"Down!" Ada motioned silently, ducking as a guard passed them while they lay in the snow. The dark night had concealed them. Ada peered up and cautioned herself for anything.

"Keep going." She commanded, telling Dylan to continue cutting through the fence with the canister of acid, which shot out like hairspray a blanket of chemical, which cut through metal. Afterwards as they reached the inner compound, a guard rushed to the back of a cabin and began to urinate behind crates, giving Dylan the chance to kill him silently.

"Grab his Access card for the side door, if we open it without one every alarm in the building will go off." Ada ordered while covering his back. Dylan did so and then stood upright, his back against the cabin wall as a guard passed by further ahead. Ada jumped behind the corner and peered out with her right eye to see. Once the guard was gone, they both continued.

"This is where we part, I'll contact you when the I'm ready to cut the power." Dylan said later as they both infiltrated the building. Ada nodded and turned the opposite way, which was a vast corridor. The building seemed to be one complete dust trap, the floors were filthy and walls cracked, while the ceiling seemed to be rotting along with everything else. Why Biotech even used this place was unknown to Ada, and HCF. A sudden feeling of insecurity overwhelmed her, with her newly announced pregnancy HQ was reluctant to send Ada out to the field, yet, they had no choice and all available field agents were dispatched to learn more of Biotech Frontiers. With such a dangerous new enemy, it was incredibly strange that HCF hadn't learned of this all earlier. However, now that they knew of this, HCF had a chance. Before dispatch to Korea, Ada had learned that Division's 3, 7, and 12 were all converted to Biotech matters and with the strong likeliness of further Divisions joining them in the near future, The Directive was already prepared for anything.

Having not told Jack of her pregnancy was wrong, yet she had no choice but to wait until after her mission. Even still, it made Ada more alert then ever now. Finally reaching the elevator, she scanned the vicinity and input the hacking device on the keypad to the side, and allowed it to do its work.

"Freelancer, stand by for lights out." Dylan said over the radio while Ada dragged a recently deceased corpse into an empty room.

"Copy that!" She huffed, throwing the body into a locker and closing the door. Suddenly, the illuminated room became dark, as Dylan cut the power for the facility. Less then a second later, a buzzer sounded as the emergency alarm went off. Ada walked back out of the room and turned on her night vision goggles, while a man's voice rang out over the loud speaker.

"All personnel, we have intruders, lock down the base!" The accented voice commanded.

"Damnit, Ada, they've spotted me, I'm making my exfiltration now, see you on the outer perimeter." Dylan finished while gunfire boomed along with his transmission. Ada said his name over and over through the radio trying to get a response, but none came.

"I've got to get to the records office." Ada announced to herself, peering down each side of the corridor with her NV goggles while personnel unloaded from the stairwell beyond with flashlights. Having the upper hand, Ada sprinted down the opposite way not knowing where she was going, yet had no choice.

"Uh oh." Ada looked out a small window which showed the underground complex, housing for inactive warheads. The room seemed to be on a different generator then the rest of the facility, as emergency lighting illuminated the room, with many guards walking back and forth and machine guns in their grasps.

Ada had no choice but to go through it, yet in a way she knew a gunfight inside would mean instant death if a ricochet or miss-fire hit one of those warheads. Opening the door, she rolled behind a crate, which stored a warhead awaiting transport, and searched around. All of a sudden the entire room shook with great force, causing dust and small pieces of the ceiling to fall to the ground below. Ada covered her head as a piece of concrete smashed a few meters away from her.

Yet soon she would know what was happening, while outside the base Umbrella were retaliating in their own way against Biotech, at the sight of their guns they swarmed the base. Combat helicopters swerved down from the early morning sky and greeted the old weapons factory with Gattling gun bursts and missile attacks, while troops deployed from the ground. The mission had taken a turn for the worse as Umbrella teams swarmed through the underground entrance to the warhead storage housing Ada was in and opened fire on the guards inside.

Chapter 22: The brink of war.

"Hold you fire!" An Umbrella commander screamed, crouching on the corner of a wall. The Umbrella infiltration team grouped together behind crates and corners as well, while the Biotech guards stationed themselves out of sight yet with guns drawn. Ada crawled slowly down the room towards the door to another stairwell while the two groups exchanged words.

"Under the order of Lord Spencer, surrender yourselves now!" The commander insisted. Ada leaned against an open crate and pulled out a flash grenade, and as she reached to pull the pin a woman's voice came out from the shadows.

"Lord Spencer has no ruling here, surrender yourselves now and I'll consider sparing your lives." The voice ordered, standing casually beside the Biotech lead guard behind a corner. Ada couldn't see her face, yet knew she was not armed. Her voice had a hint of an accent, yet identification on what it could be couldn't be completely determined.

"And just who speaks for Biotech." The Umbrella agent continued, silently motioning for his men to spread out with hand signals.

"I commandeer this facility, and demand that you surrender!" The woman stated again.

"We have orders to destroy this facility at all costs, surrender or I'll open fire on these warheads and."

"Here, I'll give you a head start." The woman interrupted, Ada could see out of the dim lighting her hands grabbing one of the Biotech guards guns and firing on one of the warhead crates sent fear into everyone in the room. The Umbrella SWAT team finally opened fire and the shootout began. Ada pulled the pin on her flash grenade and threw it over her shoulder, waiting a few seconds for the explosive to take effect. Shielding her eyes as the flash erupted, Ada ran for the stairwell and watched as the woman walked in the opposite direction, an HK machine gun in her grasp and firing at Umbrella agents, she was incredibly skilled. Biotech guards backed her up, yet it was obvious she did not need the help. Even in the now better light, Ada could not see her face and get an I.D.

"Captain, ready my plane." The woman ordered, holding the lead Umbrella agent hostage while he quivered on his knees.

"Yes ma'am, who threw the flash grenade?" The officer questioned.

"I did.get moving." She lied, and opened fire point blank at the Umbrella agent and showing no mercy to the rest of the enemy.

"Nomad, the missiles were fake in the warehouse, however I've reached the records building and I'm starting the download, give me an estimate on how long this building has before Umbrella takes it down." Ada said into her radio, while placing the download bug on the Biotech computer console inside the record office.

"You've got about five minutes, maybe less. Hurry it up." Dylan replied while he opened fire on the advancing Umbrella agents. While reloading his HK, a Biotech officer opened the door behind him and pulled out a gun.

"Hands up!" The officer yelled now aiming the gun at the back of Dylan's head.

"Dylan? Dylan what happened!?" Ada asked, hearing the final message from an unknown voice. She would have to worry about that later, however.

"Come on.piece of junk." Ada watched the slow download bug finish its work. Pulling the device off the console, the silent click of a gun met her as she turned to flee.

"Drop your weapon.and that device." Janga Dragan said, his Raptor Magnum only inches from Ada's face. He obviously had no memory of earlier events, showing that the memory erasure procedure had worked.

Ada lowered her gun, and stood back up straight while three other Umbrella agents entered the room.

"Sir, we've taken over the upper levels of the facility, however, several Biotech personnel are putting up a resistance on the lower sections. Shall we engage in combat?" One of the Agents informed.

"No, evacuate our remaining agents and prepare for air strike. Have we captured the Commander of this facility?" Dragan replied.

"Negative sir, she's disappeared."

"No matter, we will find her and her people later. Download their computer core and get to the evac zone. I will escort this one outside. Lord Spencer will be pleased." Dragan ordered and waved his gun towards the door. Ada followed his wordless command and walked to the door.

"Who are you working for.Ms.?" Dragan asked halfway down the hallway as a distant missile collided with the building.

"Bite me." Ada answered, her hands still held above her head. The download device was still clipped on her belt yet Dragan paid no attention to it.

"Very nice.you seem familiar, have we.." A second explosion came much closer as the wall behind them burst into flames. A missile's hit had crashed through the walls and not separated the corridor in two. Dragan lay on the floor in a daze while Ada jumped back to her feet.

"Stop!" He yelled, grabbing his gun and firing at a fleeing Ada. She had rounded the corner just as he pulled the trigger.

Several minutes later, the building exploded into an inferno as the Umbrella helicopters finished their work. Ada ran up the hill beyond the outer perimeter and turned to the war zone below, where Umbrella ground forces fired on a moving train on the other side of the compound. Ada grabbed her long-range binoculars and zoomed in on the train, seeing several fleeing Biotech officers boarding the machine in motion. Yet something that she noticed more was Dylan, tied up at the entrance of the first car for the locomotive and with a gun to his face being interrogated.

Three hours later.

A swift kick to the face knocked Ada to the floor of the train. After a few minutes of exchanging gunfire earlier the Biotech agents had shot down the pursuing Umbrella choppers and now were no longer a threat, however the Biotech agent attacking her proved a greater challenge. During her trek down the train the agent had ambushed her and now, fighting on the roof of the locomotive, she retaliated by punching him straight in the face.

"You Umbrella scum." The agent taunted, pulling out a side knife and thrashing forward. Ada stepped into a readiness and as he thrashed forward a second time grabbed his arm and while falling to her back flipped the man over her and across the roof. Twisting around expecting another attack she watched as he fell off the side and landed at incredible speed on the ground far below.

Ada untied Dylan and the two commandeered the train together. A mission completed. However, the two were unprepared for the surprise coming as they returned home later that day.

Chapter 23: A Christmas Night of horror.

Soft twinkling snow flowed from the deep dark sky, landing on rooftops and streets below. Ada turned the corner to 36th street, on her way to HQ. A few minutes earlier she had spoken to Dylan, who was also on his way, and they both agreed it was strange for an Agent to miss the drop at the airport. The end of the previous mission required them to make a dead drop at the airport, giving the data of Biotech to an HCF agent waiting. However, the agent never arrived.

Along the sidewalks strolled families, and men dressed in Santa Clause suits sat smoking their cigarettes on benches. Smiling at the sights of twinkling Christmas trees in windows and carolers in the distance, Ada still wished she were anywhere but on her way to work on Christmas Eve night. Everything was so peaceful in the city that night.

Until she rounded the corner and onto the street towards Cronoton Enterprises, she quickly noticed fire trucks and police lights outside the building. Pouring out from the main entrance was real employees of C.E, and a quick survey of faces told her that HCF's people were still inside. Ada jumped out her car and ran down the rest of the block, as a stream of motionless cars prevented her going any further in her automobile. Racing to the building, her stomach turned again like the previous days, yet even with the queasy vision and motion sickness taunting her, she continued past the countless spectators outside.

"Excuse me, excuse me what's going on!?" Ada asked an elderly woman.

"Bomb threat, everyone's being evacuated from the building." The woman answered. Ada looked back on the C.E building and studied the skyscraper. She had been told, like all other agents, to memorize HCF's covert operations manual for HQ. In the order of a catastrophic incident inside the base, at the press of a button a computerized voice would call the C.E front desk and inform of a non-existent bomb. This was if the Cronoton personnel were in danger, and needed to be evacuated in a hurry.

"I need to get inside." Ada unknowingly said aloud, catching the elderly woman's attention.

"What!? Why would you want to risk your life like that, everyone's been evacuated, now they're sending in the bomb squad." The woman pointed to the SWAT van south of the building, which wasn't heavily guarded. Outside the van bomb squad members prepared their equipment.

"Alright, hey you, grab that thermal sensor and lets get moving!" The bomb squad leader ordered, pointing to Ada. Now dressed in a hazmat suit, after acquiring it from the van, she nodded and grabbed the suitcase-like device. Ada now prayed no one found the unconscious bomb squad member inside the van. The group of six headed inside the front doors, and immediately split up into three groups. Ada walked casually alongside the only member alone figuring he was her partner. She was correct, a lucky guess. The man stepped into one of the elevators and as Ada followed, he pressed the 12th floor.

"Ok our job is to start scanning on the 12th floor and up to the 20th. Understo.o.d..." He stopped talking as Ada pinched his neck, implementing a sleep maneuver taught to her years ago in China.

"Sorry, I've got a bigger problem to take care of." Ada replied. After dropping his body off on the 2nd floor, hiding it in an office, she proceeded down to HCF. Once arriving, she noticed the lights were all deactivated.

"Hello?" Ada whispered, moving her hands alongside the wall for the emergency box. Finally reaching it and using the low light of the elevator to open the kit, she pulled out a flashlight and noticed something strange by the HCF elevator. Stepping closer towards the desk of the absent secretary/guard, Ada looked up and saw the sentry guns had been activated, as recent blasts from gunfire were noticeable on the muzzle. Suddenly, the shadowy figure of someone's body lay on the floor, their hand sticking between the stuck elevator doors. Due to the power failure, the lift doors and lift were locked in their last positions. Ada shone the light on the body, seeing the twisted face of the secretary on duty, she was dead. Ada didn't know her name, it wasn't the usual secretary, probably someone new.

"What happened to her.?" Ada questioned to herself, studying the rotting flesh across the woman's body. She had never seen anything like this before.

All of a sudden, the dull clanking of a sound came from the elevator shaft. Ada flashed the light at the doorway, yet decided against going to investigate yet. Instead, she grabbed a Desert Eagle from the secretaries desk, and, upon checking the ammo clip, noticed three bullets had been fired.

The clank sounded off again, this time rattling the elevator below. Ada pushed open the doors and looked up the shaft, apparently, the secretary had tried to open the doors when the elevator was on the lower level. Looking up and down the shaft, the gaping hole in the elevator roof was immediately noteworthy. Something and torn through three inches of pure metal with no problem.

After climbing down the shaft to the elevator, Ada jumped inside and noticed another corpse, this time one of the HCF Alpha team security guards, his empty MP5 still in his arms. His flesh had been stripped down to the bone, ripped apart and upon further examination, bite marks were present along his torso and arms.

"My god." Ada gasped, holding her breath from the foul stench. Walking hurriedly out the lift and into the office area, she raised her gun with the flashlight in the other hand and secured her area. Lowering the gun only, she listened motionless as what seemed to be shuffling of feet in the distance stopped, followed by a taunting moan of a male's voice. The eerie atmosphere overwhelmed the once cheery mood of the base, all around the office area Christmas decorations were placed, yet things like a small decorated tree and a large snow globe were broken, turned over, and shattered on the floors. Two more bodies were all what Ada found in that room, one eaten and the other shot in the back by a single bullet. Proceeding down the corridor, the shuffling noises could still be heard, this time not stopping.

Walking faster then before to find out the location of the noise, Ada broke into a run, faster and faster her heart raced, unknown as to what happened here and what would happen next. As she rounded the corner while the noise grew louder, in the split second of passing a door it burst open, a male figure emerging out and tackling her to the ground. Ada lost the gun and as the flashlight rolled across the floor it stopped, shining the light upon the face of her attacker. Ada stared into the eyes of what seemed to be a dead man, his face ripped to shreds and his blood filled mouth closing down upon her.

Chapter 24: Tyrant nightmare. .

Ada closed her eyes and tried to push the man off yet, with unimaginable strength within him she made no success. All of a sudden, a bullet followed the gunshot from a rifle, as the small piece of metal pierced the zombie's back. Ada managed to do the rest, and with her two free hands now grabbed him around the throat and snapped his neck with ease. Pushing him off her, she watched as an outstretched hand presented itself, helping her back to her feet. It was Dylan, wounded but alive, as visible bite marks could be seen on his shoulder.

"Dylan." Ada could only say, she was speechless as to what was going on.

"Are you injured?" Dylan asked, almost ignoring his own wounds.

"No.not yet, you look pretty bad though." Ada replied, nodding at his bite mark which was spewing blood down his shirt.

"Yeah, Sergeant Milton on Level 4 got me pretty bad, had to put a bullet in his head. Strangest thing, all the weapons lockers are empty, at least the ones I've come across. Looks like everyone put up quite a fight here." Dylan commented, looking back at the office area which was coated in bloodstains.

"If I remember, about 400 people were scheduled to work tonight, and I've only come across less then ten now." Ada informed, walking with her partner down the corridor.

"Same here, I've met a few.zombies.on the way, but not many. Not many dead bodies either, but a lot of blood. Hammond probably set up a defense zone and is controlling it from command deck. If he's still alive, we'll get our answers, come on." Dylan acknowledged, stopping at the sealed lift doors.

As the two made their decent upwards to Command, Ada began to imagine what had happened. Nothing she had ever encountered before led her to believe something like this could occur, and if it was an attack, how was HCF taken out so easily? Or were they.

"I don't understand, how can there be a system wide power loss when the whole facility is powered by a remote generator? There must have been an explosion in the generator room, same with the backup generator." Ada said, climbing below Dylan up the ladder through the elevator shaft.

"There's an access shaft to the generator room on the Command Deck, once we're up, you go have a look. I'll see if I can get security systems back up." Dylan replied.

"Understood." Ada insisted hesitantly. As they reached the Command Deck, Dylan proceeded to the Control Center while Ada ran for the access panel. As she reached it, Ada manually opened the hatch and looked down through the small shaft, which led to the generator control center 100 meters below Level 15 blue, the lowest deck. That level alone was about half a mile from the surface. A small gas powered lift controlled her decent down, as in case of a power failure, the generator was accessible. Ada loaded another clip in her gun and prepared for anything now, it was the night before Christmas and all through HCF, zombies stirred about corridors in search of their prey. Ada never imagined herself fighting the undead, yet tonight she put aside her emotions, and focused on the now.

The lift ceased movement at the generator level, which was designated "Hell" by the employees, due to its extreme heat from the generator itself and the depth under the earth it was located in. Ada stepped off the lift and looked out onto a vast chamber, by the help of battery powered emergency lights, and which was built from a natural underground river. Ada saw the generator as cold as an ice cube, sitting dead in the center of the chamber. Either her employees had been lying to her for two years, or more likely the generator had been shut down somehow. Turning to go back to the lift, a noise behind her tensed Ada's body. Turning around once again towards the generator chamber, she watched as the river below and to the side of the generator bubbled erratically. Walking to the edge of the catwalk, she leaned over the ledge and looked down, flashing her flashlight down, something immediately hurtled out from the murky waters and punched her in the face. Ada quickly regained her senses and rolled to the right, her gun drawn with her still lying on the steel floor. A huge figure had emerged from the water, and was now crouched several meters away from her. The two of them stood up slowly, Ada, and the monster, staring deeply at the other. Her flashlight lay a few feet away from her, and was to dangerous to go after. However, the light was bright enough for Ada to make out what the creature looked like. By first glance, he was one of the maintenance workers for the generator chamber yet he was oddly mutated from the other zombies. Instead of just rotting flesh, which however was still visible across his body, a protruding claw had emerged from his right arm. His feet were also heavily mutated, with claws beginning to extend. Ada stepped back as he suddenly began to scream with pain, and as it fell to the ground bleeding and mutating along the way, she began to make her escape. However, to her horror, the gas-powered lift was gone, now back at the top level somehow.

"What the hell?" She protested aloud, quickly pressing the call button for the lift. She had remembered that it took a good three minutes to reach the generator platform from the top level, and this meant trouble for Ada, who was now trapped with the creature. As she turned back to face the monster, it had already mutated extensively, and now a second claw emerged, yet this time from his left arm. His skin was now green, completely pealed off and with his own brain in visible sight it was obvious this was no longer a man, a human either. Instead, it was a demon.

The creature burst into action, leaping incredible heights to the ceiling and crawling along using its razor sharp claws as hooks. Ada aimed her Desert Eagle, firing only two shots. With two and a half minutes to go, she needed all the ammo she could get. Both bullets were precise, yet somehow missed as the monster leapt at impossible speeds towards the eastern wall, roaring and drooling red toxic blood from his mouth all at once. Ada held the gun firmly with both hands, and lined the creature up with her sights. Pulling the trigger, in almost slow motion she watched as it jumped from the wall, hurtling through the air and landing just two meters from her. The three-bullet volley she had fired was a complete miss. Only a second to react, she lowered the gun and managed to get in a shot, finally hitting the monster yet not before it lashed its ten foot long tongue towards her way. The gun flew out of her hands, and before even hitting the ground the "licker" slashed its tongue once more and grabbed the weapon mid flight, whipping it over its body and throwing the gun into the water below. Ada was now completely defenseless, and with still a minute before the elevator would arrive.

Chapter 25: Yuletide survival horror.

Ada dove to her right as the creature pounced just a few feet away. Looking up she saw her defense, a metal case with a thin glass covering held a fire axe, and as she kicked away the glass, the weapon fell to the floor. Quickly grabbing it she turned and swung, knowing the monster was still so near. The licker jumped over her again and began to climb about the wall behind her.

Turning quickly she swung again, her arms flailing about. Suddenly, as its tongue lashed out again at her, Ada thoughtlessly swung once more, somehow striking the tongue mid air. The razor sharp tongue wobbled about on the floor, oozing with clear liquid. The licker fell to the ground screaming fiercely, so loud that it blocked the noise of the gas powered elevator returning. Ada took no time and sprinted to the lift, the axe still in tow, and as she turned, pressing the button at the same time too, the licker made one last attack, diving at her.

"Nooo!!" She screamed, swinging the axe and nailing the creature mid flight. The elevator shot into action, and in those few seconds Ada had lost the fire axe, she was again defenseless.

The lift stopped back on the Command Deck, Ada climbed out the hatch and heard moaning far off, yet she ignored it and listened for any signs of human life, like Dylan's. Racing down the corridor, Ada stopped at a cave in spot, where the ceiling and collapsed from something. This surprised her, as the entire facility was built solidly. Something must have come through from the surface above. Ignoring it for now, she continued her trek through the outer rim and towards the Command Center. Reaching the main doors to the Control room, also known as the command center, a faint light could be seen inside. Ducking under the half open security doors, a gun was immediately pointed at her face. Dylan raised his flashlight and shone it in her eyes.

"Jesus Ada, thought you were dead." He simply put, backing up to allow her access. Once Ada raised her head, the heavy stench of blood and rotting flesh filled the air. Dylan had already walked over to a power conduit he had been working on earlier, and with two flips of a switch the emergency lights came back on. Now, Ada could see the horror, which had unfolded. Across the command center, corpses of the dead HCF workers decorated the floors, with several others collapsed over computer consoles or half eaten and dead in their chairs.

"I've counted twenty-four, all dead, some half eaten, some just dead, flesh rotting. Agent Richards is dead in her office, she took her own life.Hammond is nowhere to be seen.he's probably one of those zombies." Dylan informed, walking back over to Ada who was now feeling immensely sick.

"How.why.Dylan what the hell happened here.?" She managed to cough out, putting her hand over her mouth.

"Let's find out." He replied, turning and walking towards Lisa Richards office. Ada followed.

Inside, Lisa sat in her chair, slunched across her desk, in one of her hands was a Beretta 9mm, one bullet fired. In the dim emergency lighting, the gunshot to her head could be visible, along with the blood splatter across the walls and ceiling. She had indeed taken her own life. Ada walked over to her former superior, and noticed a journal was in her other hand, hidden momentarily by dried up blood. While Ada studied the final entries, Dylan began to type on the security console in the corner for something.

December 22nd, 1991,

19:23hrs.

It's been 24 hours now, since it all started.I've been feeling a little sick, medical says its nothing, but I don't believe it. We've been under lockdown for about 22 hours now, I haven't eaten or slept in a day, I'm so.hungry.

22:12hrs.

Hammond's ordered a level by level search, apparently the intruders are still somewhere in the facility. Whatever the case, I've got a team looking into what the chemical substance was they released into the ventilation systems. We've lost power for some reason, don't know why. Now we're running on emergency, I wish we could contact "Hell", there's no response on the short-range radios.

During the attack, we lost contact with Level 12, the Science Labs. Hopefully whoever the intruders are, haven't disturbed the new T-virus samples and the virus synthesizer.

December 23rd, 1991

15:34hrs.

It's been 43 hours now, I think, we've lost contact with Hammond, last I heard he was on his way to the jail cells on level 4, we've secured the intruders. According to Hammond, they're Biotech, probably retaliation, but how did they know our location, or procedures? They're a bigger threat then I imagined.

17:23hrs.

We've analyzed Biotech's equipment that Hammond sent up before he went missing, apparently they activated a small Electromagnetic Pulse while entering the facility, it overloaded our main and backup generators. About a half-hour ago, the backup systems went offline, we're in the dark now, god I'm hungry.

19:56hrs.

Biotech...those bastards.they released a neurological agent in the ventilation systems, and about an hour after their EMP attack accidentally disturbed the T-virus samples in the labs. Biohazard lockdown wasn't successful, and all the neurological agent did was speed up the process of the T-virus. Now, we've got a widespread outbreak, and no way to stop it. I've ordered a full lockdown for the time being.

21:12hrs.

Alpha team security arrived in Command, with food rations and water.thank god.we've bought ourselves some time.

December 24th, 1991.

14:45hrs.

I shot George today, he lunged at Becka and tried to bite her. He died instantly. My skin feels funny, so itchy.. I've activated the failsafe devise, if Medical don't get a cure for the virus soon, in four hours the computer will call the C.E front desk, a bomb threat, I think.I.don't remember.

16:34hrs.

Two more died, then wok up. Now ther walking arounnd somwere.Becka came by.smelled funny..I shot he.r. Stuppid.

2 69.:44.

Eat george, tasty....skin fels funy...itchy.so hungr rr y ...

..Gunna di..gunn a die..BANG..die.shooot m y seel ff.sooon,,,all gone..

.Itchy..hungry..tasty.

Ada looked slowly back at Lisa's body, which was completely motionless.

"Take a look at the security logs here, around the night of the 22nd the generator blew, then all power went out.How could that be?" Dylan asked, reading the computer screen.

"Here, read for yourself." Ada replied, handing Dylan the journal. Ada walked back out to the Command Center and looked around, all the computer monitors were blinking, either broken or blood stained. Turning to the center Central computer, which was a large circular table with a computer monitor facing each direction, north southeast west. Ada noticed a command on one of the monitors, and as she leaned closer, realized it was the activation codes for the Auto Destruct. Dylan walked back out from the office, his face pure white.

"My god.those Biotech bastards.they'll pay. My guess is the T-virus dissipates from air after a time limit." He could only say.

"Dylan, look at this. It's the activation codes for the Auto Destruct sequence, everything's input except for the ID codes." Ada informed.

"Good idea, but there's not enough power to activate the fusion generators below the generator room." Dylan said.

"What if we shunt power from all systems?" Ada thought.

"No, we need all available power for the computer to carry out the commands..unless."

"Unless?" Ada questioned.

"Unless we draw power directly from the city, and shunt it to the fusion generators, we'll be able to activate the Auto Destruct. I'll need to access the power conduits in 'Hell' and reroute power from the city's power system. You say here and input your voice command." Dylan replied.

"But I need two ID's for the system, and the ID codes have to be input within one minute of each other." Ada protested.

"I'll call over the Comm system once I'm finished and input my code, you'll need to pull up Hammond's final command ID for the activation. Use his computer in his office. Let's move." Dylan said, and as he turned to the exit, Ada immediately realized yet another problem.

"Dylan! Be careful, there's some kind of creature on the generator platform, he's injured but still dangerous." Ada inquired.

"Don't worry, if I see him, he won't be around for long." He insisted, raising his shotgun and holding it chalantly over his shoulder. Ada smiled, nodded and turned to Hammond's office.

Several minutes later, Ada continued to hack through Hammond's files, and suddenly heard a noise from the Command Center. Realizing it could be another zombie, she searched Hammond's desk quickly and pulled out a neatly stored Glock. Racing out the office door, she held the gun shoulder height and walked slowly to the center of the room. Emergency lights flashed as power began to run out slowly again, sparks flew from a broken computer monitor, and water dripped from a broken steam pipe. All of a sudden, a blunt hit from behind knocked Ada to the ground. Turning fast to see her attacker, she realized it was no zombie.

"Ada, so nice to see you're alive." Hammond announced, his MP5 held sternly to his side, aimed at Ada's face.

"What the hell are you doing, Hammond!?" Ada asked, climbing back to her feet.

"Following procedure, you see, when Biotech infiltrated the base, I knew we had no chance. And now that I've secured not only the T-virus, but also a cure for it as well, I'll be a sure candidate for the High Counsel. What a shame no one survived this little incident." Hammond raised the machine gun and smiled.

"Where did you get a cure for the T-virus?" Ada asked, buying any time she could get.

"Aaah, Agent Richards, she followed my orders to the final breath. I ordered her to send any and all remaining medical personnel to find a cure. Once they did, and thank god, they did, I simply eliminated the team and stole the cure, using a sample to save myself of course." Hammond confided.

"You bastard, using your own people for personal gain.you'll never get away with this." Ada insisted.

"I think I will, though. Goodbye Ada, you were always like your mother too." Hammond smiled, backing up to take the final shot.

"My mother.?" Ada whispered, yet as Hammond prepared to fire she began her attack, grabbing a steel rod broken from the ceiling grates and using it as an arrow, hurtling it Hammond's way. Dodging the piece of metal, Hammond didn't have a chance, and as he stood back to his feet was knocked back down again by Ada's kick. Punching him across the mouth, she quickly grabbed the MP5, backed up and fired, hitting him twice in the shoulder. He fell to the ground, dead.

"Auto Destruct system activated, awaiting two-person authorization codes." The computer voice rang out. Ada stood beside the console while talking to Dylan over the Comm system.

"Authorization HCF Counter Terrorism Unit Division 6, Wong Alpha 9." Ada replied.

"Authorization recognized, Wong Alpha 9. Awaiting second code." The computer asked.

"Your turn Dylan." Ada said.

"Right, Authorization HCF Counter Terrorism Unit Division 6, Torres Delta 4."

"Authorization recognized, Torres Delta 4. Awaiting final code." The computer confirmed. Ada pulled up Hammond's security clearance from the files and spoke them aloud.

"Security clearance 44-5G-391. Initiate Auto Destruct sequence, three minutes. Lockdown all doors, except for Passageway Beta 4G6 and the following escape route." Ada said, typing in coordinates for her escape route.

"The Auto Destruct sequence has been initiated, all personnel to emergency evacuation zones. Three minutes until detonation."

"Time to go.Dylan, see you outside." Ada said over the comm.

"Acknowledged, see you.what the hell, oh my god!!!" Dylan screamed.

"Dylan? Dylan what is it!?" Ada repeated over and over, yet all she could hear was gunfire responding.

"Ada..aaaah! Get out Ada! Get out!" Dylan finished. Ada leaned over the Comm and listened for something else, yet nothing came, only static. She had waited a minute, and as the two-minute warning alarmed she had no choice but to escape. Racing down the corridor she approached the gas- powered elevator, which she had used to reach the generator room earlier. However, it was currently stuck halfway between the shaft, and unusable.

Dylan had no chance.

Racing up the steps and through the open door to the bathroom entrance, Ada plowed past the door and out onto the park grounds. Before reaching the stairwell previously, she had heard the ten-second countdown begin. Pushing herself back up, Ada ran with whatever strength she had left and dove back down as she heard rumbling beneath her feet. Everything seemed a daze, out of the corner of her eye she could see the spectacular explosion erupting from the C.E building. Fires burst across the street and the pavement of the road collapsed into the ground. The south side of the park, nearest to the C.E building, turned into an inferno. Ada jumped back to her feet and began to run from the fires. Behind her, the small building which was an outdoor bathroom had incinerated, sending chunks of concrete and metal across the park, as far as half a mile. Ada turned back and saw a police car swerving through the air, its gas talk rupturing just before impact with the ground. Police helicopters circled the C.E building, which had begun to collapse under the stress.

Regaining consciousness, Ada turned and saw sunlight, it was now Christmas morning. Her entire body ached, frozen from the night's temperature. Somehow finding strength to stand, she turned and saw the horror of it all. The entire northern side of the C.E building had collapsed under the stress, with other parts beginning to fall. The park sat in ashes, fires had been taken out quickly, thankfully. A torched police cruiser sat upside down several meters away from her, the fires from it had already died long ago. Other police officers could be seen surveying the park perimeter, yet the dim sunlight prevented much visibility, and with the limited number of officers that morning it was easy to understand why no one had found her yet. Ada stumbled across the park and towards a group of officers, who were all aiding injured civilians. There, she stood gazing at the C.E building, and the huge gap in the street ahead. In the gorge like gap was the remainder of HCF Division 6, yet nothing would ever be found down there, it was all obliterated during the blast. She was the only survivor, or so she thought. As she turned to go to an ambulance, several paramedics were working on Dylan, who was lying on a stretcher.

Chapter 26.

PART II: Goodbye, Spy.

January 23rd, 1992.

"You're cleared for entry, Agent Wong." The security guard informed, stationed inside the guard station and spoke through three-inch bulletproof glass. To her right, Ada had passed a mounted machine gun turret, which was controlled from inside the station and aimed directly at the entrance.

"Thanks." She said, grabbing the pass card in the item tray at the same time. It had been a month since the L.A incident, and it was her first day back. Receiving her orders through an undercover contact three days prior, she had been given explicit instructions to return to Washington D.C immediately, where, after hours of checkpoints and tests, she would be granted a meeting with the High Counsel. Walking down the underground lobby towards the Hall of Elders, where the counsel members resided, she felt an immense tension throughout her body. Never, under any circumstances were field Agents such as herself granted permission for a meeting with the Counsel, yet the incident in L.A, which ultimately destroyed Division 6 by her own hands, she was unaware what the Counsel would specifically ask about. She had filed a report only a day after the events, a 6 page report in fact, and was told to remain in L.A for further instructions. With Dylan still in a coma, and his miraculous escape from the Auto Destruct she knew nothing about, Ada was the only survivor of Division 6.

Two guards stood in front of the Chamber doors, while four others stood above on a catwalk, P90's in all their hands. On top of all that, a mounted machine gun turret placement like before was on either side of the room, while automated defense guns stationed on the ceiling. Ada stopped her approach as a guard walked up to her.

"Name, rank, and hold out your hand." He ordered in a rather cold manner. Ada outstretched her hand and looked up to answer his questions.

"Ada Wong, Commander."

"The guard pulled out a small portable fingerprint scanner, and looked at the heads up display. A quiet computerized voice gave out the information.

"Special Agent Ada Wong, Counter Terrorism Unit of Division 6, Commander." it said.

"Very well, front desk cleared you, the Counsel has been informed of your arrival already, you may enter." He instructed.

"What, no body search?" She questioned sarcastically, annoyed by the overkill in security.

The guard pointed to the doorframe.

"Thermal and X-ray sensors, if any firearm is found the entire base goes into lockdown and the Counsel Chambers are sealed. Trust me, we don't make mistakes twice." The guard spoke of the very classified incident of '79, where Alexander Ashford, one of the founding fathers of the Directive and a High Counsel member went missing. HCF Intelligence section never found out what exactly happened, although its speculated that Lord Spencer had some doing with it all.

Ada stepped through the doorway and walked down a catwalk. Small lights on the catwalk, which showed her that the room was a sphere in design, only lighted the room. Peeking over the railing, she saw the floor far down below, which was flooded with water about three meters high. The face of the water was still at least fifty feet from the catwalk, however. Finding the end of the walkway, she was met with a for in the path, two leading to the right and left which both held platforms, and the one in the center to a third platform not too far up from the main catwalk. Ada walked up the short flight of steps and stood on the circular platform, looking out into the dark. Suddenly, two lights turned on to her right and left ahead, and revealed the High Counsel of HCF. Eight Counsel members, all still hidden in the shadows, sat side by side at a rectangle table about 20 feet from Ada's location, on a platform. Ada coughed and leaned on the railing, waiting for any signs of life. Finally, after much delay, one spoke.

"Agent Ada Wong of the HCF Division 6, welcome to the Chamber of Elders." A man boomed.

"Thank you sir." She managed to speak.

"As you may know few Agents have stood before us, yet this is quite a high risk topic now." A woman's voice said.

"You believe you are here because of Division 6, however, in all honesty, it's hardly our biggest concern at the moment." The first voice continued.

"Its not? You mean..Biotech." Ada hesitated.

"Yes, the corporation Biotech Frontiers has managed to evade our knowledge for 15 years, and this could only have been accomplished by someone working on the inside." Another man answered.

"An insider? You mean me.You think its me, don't you!?" Ada yelled, now feeling much better as adrenaline pumped through her.

"Be patient, Agent Wong all your answers will be answered. Yes, we believed it was you who were the Double agent, you fit the profile to the letter. You were the one responsible for the destruction of your former unit, and you were the only survivor, minus Agent Torres who remains in a coma." Another woman said.

"You.believed?" Ada asked.

"Yes, however it doesn't fit, during the last month you would have had interaction with your contact with Biotech, however none occurred."

"You had me followed?" Ada questioned.

"Contrary to our previous beliefs, and coming to a unanimous decision, we are not submitting you as hazardous risk and in end result your life will be spared. Now, we come to a larger problem at hand." The man informed, ignoring Ada's question.

"Again, Biotech. What's our next move then?" Ada continued.

"Three days ago, our India Branch Division 12 was attacked and destroyed via air strike." One of the previous women briefed.

"Division 12? My god that's located in the middle of Calcutta, isn't it? What were the casualties?" Ada asked, reading the report, which was flown over to her by a small-unmanned remote-controller floating robot.

"All 456 Agents and personnel were wiped out, excluding four Agents out on field assignments at the time and 12 personnel at their homes. We believe this man, Hatori Kamal, to be involved." A holographic image appeared in mid air, showing a picture of Kamal. Ada realized she had met this man before.

"I know him.he was responsible for the Prague incident two years ago, my third mission. He blew out the back of my contacts head with a sniper rifle across the street from a café, then shot me in the arm." Ada said.

"Then you're familiar with his profile?" A man asked.

"Born in '54 I believe, in India, fell into the wrong crowd and turned out working as a freelance assassin for hire 20 years later. About six years ago he went missing from CIA Intel, managed to evade fourteen federal officers at LAX airport, and boarded a plane for Switzerland. That plane never arrived. Last known whereabouts, Prague...two years ago." Ada informed them.

"Well done Agent Wong, however, his last known coordinates according to our Intel team sent to review the India incident were two days ago, Calcutta, India. The team lost him in a street chase, however not before he killed three agents with a butcher knife in a crowded restaurant kitchen. Local police also lost him."

"And what makes you believe Kamal is responsible for the Division 12 incident?" Ada folded the report and placed it back on the floating robot.

"Satellite photos pulled up at the time of the attack indicate four SS-63 Chatsaka Helicopter Gunships, and Kamal was spotted on one of them, firing machine gun bursts into a crowd of spectators in the street. We believe Biotech has hired him full time. We're sending you to Calcutta, India. Find Kamal, get out any information from him and then terminate him at any means necessary." A familiar voice said, later identified by Ada as Marcus.

"What makes you think Kamal is still in India?" Ada asked.

"Because one of the Intel team members was ordered to remain in India, and managed to catch up with Kamal yesterday morning thankfully. After monitoring a conversation between Kamal and an unknown associate, we've concluded Kamal is planning to destroy an affiliate office of Division 12's sometime this week. We've warned the office secretly and that disaster is avoided, however Kamal will remain in India to carry out his mission. You'll need to meet up with your usual contact and rendezvous with the Intel officer at the Hotel Takuma. He'll give you further information on Kamal and help you capture the him." Marcus continued the brief.

"When do I leave then?" Ada spoke.

"Immediately, there's a chopper waiting on helipad 4 to take you to you're awaiting plane. We'll contact you once you arrive." A man answered.

Ada walked out the Chambers and back down the lobby, reading her mission briefing and wondering what would be next. Meeting the man that almost killed her, that could have killed her with that first bullet instead, the tension from before began to return as she stared at Kamal's photo.

Chapter 27, India Inquiry.

"So they're giving you an assignment after all that's happened? I thought they would have taken you off active duty since you're.well." Dennis Farrel said, an old friend of Ada's who was also the helicopter pilot.

"I'm pregnant, not dying Dennis. Besides, I'm the most familiar with Kamal." Ada insisted, sitting in the co-pilots seat while overlooking the massive view of Washington, D.C.

"Getting shot in the arm doesn't make you a pro on him Ada, believe me I know, be careful of god sakes the guys good." Dennis said.

"You're familiar with him?" Ada asked, strapping her USP standard into her holster.

"Before my accident in 85, I was on assignment in Tokyo, a small village called Inotakimura. Ah it was a standard Intel op, I was to break into Yamato Kenji's compound, you know the old Triad leader, and assassinate the guy. Well, I got to his bedroom undetected, when I met Yamato." Dennis stopped, gathering his thoughts.

"And.?" Ada inquired, hesitating at first to pry.

"And.Kenji-San was there all right, hanging off his balcony tethered around the neck by a rope. Leaning over the railing was Kamal. I fired first, completely missed unfortunately yet not before Kamal fired his AK-47. I got hit twice in the arm and a ricochet almost in my leg, only a scratch. Kamal grabbed me by the hair, pulled me to the balcony and unwrapped another part of the rope, he wanted me to suffer. If it wasn't for Kenji's guards storming in I wouldn't have made it out, Kamal was 14 against one, so I took the time to dive off the balcony and into a tree. Last I saw was Kamal being surrounded by Kenji's guards." Dennis finished, signaling the helipad below for a landing.

"How'd he get out?" Ada wondered, taking off her seat belt as the chopper lowered to the ground.

"To this day, I don't have a clue. But three days later I returned to the Kenji compound to survey the situation and saw it had been torched. Ada, take care, and if you come across Kamal stay the hell out of his way." Dennis said, showing a faint smile as she got out of the aircraft.

Calcutta, India. 14:54p.m

The sandy streets of Calcutta blew through the day, as a cool breeze soothed Ada's skin. Walking down a flight of steps towards the Café Feonim, where here HCF contact was set to meet her. Sitting at a street side table, she unknowingly felt where she was shot those years ago by Kamal, and a sense of being watched overwhelmed her. Startled by an unknown hand on her shoulder, Ada grabbed a small knife on the table, using her second hand to grab the hand and slammed it on the table, holding the knife against the back of the wrist. Staring into her contact's eyes, she felt foolish.

"Sorry 'bout that." She whispered, letting go silently and putting down the knife. Her contact sat at the table while everyone in the café went back to their business.

"Welcome to India Ada." He said with a smirk, blankly reading a menu.

"Quiet, what do you have for me?" Ada asked, crossing her legs and drinking tea.

"Division 12 had a storage house at this location," Her contact passed her a piece of paper with directions written on it as well as info on the Intel Agent, "Its loaded with weaponry, surveillance and Intel on all the major players in the city, and transportation. The Intel agent tracking Kamal is staying at the Hotel Takuma under the name Joseph Scott, you'll be his wife Sharon Scott, and they have a reservation for the two of you. However I've made a few sweeps of the place, in the last 12 hours seven Biotech operatives have checked into the place, I think they're onto him." He said.

"And you didn't warn him?" She questioned calmly, when she was actually very angered.

"Couldn't, the Agent wasn't in, he was off tailing Kamal. By my estimates you've got about four days before Kamal has enough resources to attack Division 12's affiliate office, and after that he'll be gone from India. You'd better get moving." He proposed, getting up from his seat.

"I will, take care of yourself." Ada completed, nodding at the man. He smiled back casually and strolled to the door.

Hotel Takuma, 17:12p.m

"Yes may I help you?" The receptionist asked politely as Ada approached the front desk.

"I believe you have a reservation for two, my husband Joseph Scott is already here, I'm Mrs. Sharon Scott." Ada said in a Texan like accent. She didn't need to, yet she liked the acting of it all.

"Ah, yes Mrs. Scott you're husband checked in an hour ago." The clerk informed.

"He did? Oh, well thank you." Ada worried now, the Agent wasn't due back at the hotel for another two hours according to her Contacts instructions, which also detailed the storage facility's location.

Ada stopped in front of her door and leaned against the wood after hearing a strange noise. Opening her purse, she pulled out the USP and turned the safety off and the laser sight on. Preparing to storm the room, she suddenly heard voices inside. Unable to make out what was being said, she decided against going in the room. Turning instead to the room beside it, she whipped out her lockpick and broke inside. The room was empty, minus the old man asleep at his chair on the balcony. Sneaking past him and leaning over the railing, she looked down to the busy streets from the third story balcony and took a leap, grabbing her room's balcony rail. Pressing her back against the wall, Ada peered through the small crack of the thin wood door and saw a man bound to a chair. Leaning closer she saw that it was in fact the Intel agent tied to a chair, while Kamal strolled around the room swinging a Tulwar, an Indian sword, and mumbling something into what looked like a radio in the other hand. Ada held the gun against her and surveyed the room, realizing Kamal was alone inside. Not taking Dennis' advice, Ada kicked down the balcony door and held the gun firmly aimed at Kamal's head, telling him to drop both items and put his hands up afterwards. Seeing him do neither, she repeated the request, only to have him reply, "I believe you should take your own advice Agent Wong."

As she steadied her arm, preparing to fire, a judgement error came to light, as the butt of an AK 47 smashed into the back of her head. Lying on the dirty carpet floor while her vision blurred, two other Biotech agents revealed themselves, showing that they had been standing on the same wall as the balcony door. Ada's vision turned from blurry to darkness as she fell to unconsciousness.

Chapter 28, Spy Game.

"Wake up, Agent Wong." Ada could hear over and over, after barely regaining consciousness. Raising her head, she saw Kamal standing in front of the Intel Agent who remained tied to the chair, the Tulwar placed against his throat. Kamal pushed harder down, looking into Ada's eyes and showing the immense evil that lived through him.

"Tell me, Agent Wong of HCF Division 6, or.you were before you blew it up.what's a young girl like you doing in a place like this, when expecting a child." He taunted.

"Came for the sights, stayed for the food." Ada snapped back, surveying the room and noticing the two Agents from before were gone.

"I will only ask this question once, Ms. Wong, or I will take this man's life. I want the location of the Counsel of Elders, the names of the High Counsel and the locations of your operations throughout the world." Kamal got straight to the point, not beating around the bush.

".Alright.get a piece of paper." Ada said, staring at the half dead Intel Agent. He must had been interrogated for hours.

Kamal set the Tulwar on a table nearby and took out a pad and pen from his jacket pocket. Ada began to tell him everything he wanted to know, while attempting to untie the ropes bound around her wrists. The chair she was tied to was not reinforced, which was lucky.

"Ok.write down the following letters .e..l..o..h..s..s..a. e..m.e..t.i..b.

"I do not understand." Kamal hesitated, studying the paper.

"Read it backwards from the last letter, its in code." Ada informed, releasing the ropes bound behind her but not making her move just yet.

"Bite me.asshole.Clever, yet it is the last clever thing you shall do." Kamal fumed, reaching for the Tulwar. Ada stretched her legs and grabbed the back of the chair, throwing it between her knees and at Kamal. Busting the wooden chair on impact, Ada drop kicked the assassin in the head and grabbed the Tulwar, swinging it about and slicing him straight in the leg. Blood began to pour out at incredible amounts, yet that didn't hold off Kamal, who was racing across the room away from Ada. Chasing him to the balcony, he surprisingly dove over the rail and towards the streets far below, unknown to what would meet him. As luck would have it, he managed to land on a tarp, and jumped down to safety.

Ada prepared herself to follow, yet suddenly she was reminded of the Agent still bound on the chair. Cutting him loose, she attempted to get him awake again.

"Wake up!!!" Ada yelled quietly.

"I'm.ok.Go after him." He said.

"Alright, I'll be back, be careful I think those two Biotech agents are outside the door." Ada informed him, and with that she looked down from the balcony and jumped.

The streets were bustling with activity, as dozens of innocents shopped, talked, walked, and went about their daily lives. Ada turned to all directions, trying to see where Kamal would have gone. Seeing him nowhere in sight, she began to realize she had lost him. That was until she saw the blood on the ground. Several feet further was another puddle of blood, and another.

"When in doubt, follow the trail of blood." She thought aloud, proceeding past the crowds. As she entered the market place, Ada immediately noticed Kamal climbing a flight of stairs, limping the whole way. Ada broke into a run, sprinting past the civilians and over tables. Kamal quickly took notice of her and began to hurry faster, racing across a second story balcony and towards a door. Ada jumped onto a booth which was selling fruits and bread, and dove onto the tarp covering the one beside it. Climbing atop it, she bounced to the next one and the next, running along and jumping over the crowds which watched in awe. As Kamal closed in on the door, Ada closed in on him, and reaching the final tarp she dove through the air and rolled onto the balcony, while Kamal stood several feet away.

"You're very persistent." He complimented, turning to face her while keeping his right hand on his leg wound.

"What can I say, I'm a career gal." Ada replied, holding the Tulwar closely to her side. Spectators below lost interest quickly and went back to their business.

"I can understand that. You are a professional, like myself. Unfortunately, my job is to kill you, and yours to kill me. It's a real shame we didn't meet under different circumstances." Kamal said, surprising Ada.

"To my recollection, I met you two years ago.wasn't exactly a happy experience." Ada replied, taking one step closer to him.

"Ah, yes, I nearly forgot about Prague.it was quite embarrassing, you see I never miss." Kamal protested, smiling and taking a small chuckle.

"You didn't miss my contact." Ada said, taking his laughter personally.

"It wasn't you I was after my dear, according to my Intel you were nothing but an old flame of his. I was ordered to take your life as well, yet you escaped. Now, here we are.old friends." Kamal informed her.

"Yeah well reunion's over Kamal." Ada stopped as Kamal interrupted.

"You can join us." He suddenly said out.

"What?" Ada proclaimed.

"Biotech, Ada we are fighting for a future, a better one. There's a war coming, and you'd better be on the right side." Kamal said.

"I like to think I am.but I will never join you." Ada insisted. Suddenly out of no warning Kamal burst into action, pouncing towards her. Ada swung the Tulwar without even thinking and sliced him across the ribs. Pressing his back against the wall, Kamal choked as he began to die. Ada stared into his face, puzzled. She had come to think of this man as the devil, unstoppable, uncontrollable. Yet in his one state of weakness, his overconfidence, he fell. Ada lifted the sword and swung around, stabbing him in the face for safe measure.

"How much did you tell them!?" Ada screamed, pushing the Agent against the wall. He had taken out the two Biotech agents outside already.

"I'm sorry.I'm not field trained and..they tortured me." He replied.

"Alright, we've eliminated Kamal, the two agents, who else was there?" Ada thought, pacing back and forth.

"The other five agents. I noticed seven Biotech Agents checked in separately over the past day, I've only seen two of them, but I noticed the others leaving the hotel about a half-hour ago. They could have the information, I think Kamal taped the interrogation." He informed.

"Well where would they go?" Ada wondered, staring out the window.

"To the safehouse, or I assume. I followed Kamal to an old castle South from the main city, I think its probably a Biotech meeting place."

"Good, you stay here and contact HQ, I'll gather equipment from hour safehouse and meet up with you at the hotel lobby in an hour, we'll storm the castle at sunset." Ada ordered.

Chapter 29, The Castle.

20:30hrs, outside Calcutta, India.

Ada stood on the hillside, peering down upon the castle, which stood enormous in the night. Scanning the perimeter, she already had taken note of land mines, sniper guards at the castle's towers, and unseen patrolmen shifting through the night. Ada had ordered the Intel Agent, who's name was Gregory Holt, to remain a kilometer away from the castle, and to wait for her escape so they could exfiltrate India together. Realizing it would be near impossible to infiltrate the facility through the front, Ada took quick notice of the land mine locations, and thanks to thermal goggles she could see them. Each patch of mines was placed two by two, in six rows spaced out evenly. However, one patch was missing three mines and in their place was what looked to be a rock formation. Ada counted the number of guards, which roamed that location, when she first arrived four guards, hardly visible to the naked eye, patrolling two by two cover formation, yet when she finished her initial sweep of the entire compound two of the guards had disappeared. Ada figured that since there would probably only be one or two entrances to the castle that there must be a guard hatch in the field.

Reaching the rock formation, Ada used her Thermal goggles to step past mines, which were each about three meters apart. Searching around the location she found a small hatch in the ground of a small cave in the formation, and after securing its entrance she proceeded inside.

As she figured, the hatch led to a small tunnel shaft, which ran throughout under the entire compound and probably the castle itself. Ada snuck past small guard posts and larger caverns that were used as resting areas for off duty patrols. Having to sneak directly through these bunkers, Ada took her time carefully in the dimly lit room as several guards slept in their cots. Finally reaching the castle entrance, Ada reached the inner sanctum.

"Ok I'm in, give me the specs." Ada said through her two-way radio, walking cautiously up the stone steps along the way with a Glock 18 in her other hand.

"Alright, this place is like a maze so listen up. To your right is guard quarters, as well as weapons and ammunition stockpiles. Division 12 believed this was a terrorist headquarters, they had no idea it was a Biotech facility, however Intel managed to get a good idea of the castle layout. You'll want to stay away from that side of the castle all together, however several portions of the east wing have collapsed and are off limits to personnel. You should be able to access the second floor in that direction, and more importantly the support beams in the main lobby. Plant the explosives there and the entire building will collapse under the stress." Agent Holt briefed.

"Great, anything else?" Ada asked.

"Yeah, there's what looks like a huge office on the second floor, just off the west corridor. It's probably the head of this place's office, you should find some valuable Intel there." He continued.

"I'll contact you when I.hang on someone's coming." Ada stopped, concealing herself behind a large column. By the amount of footsteps she made out three to four people coming.

"Any word for Kamal?" A woman asked, her voice fairly familiar.

"No ma'am, no word from him thus far, our agents at the hotel said he was injured while interrogating an Incursion Directive agent." A man answered, surprising Ada beyond belief.

"Did he just say Incursion Directive.?" She thought.

"What about the interrogation on the other agent." The woman continued to say as she passed the column Ada stood behind.

"The tape was given to a hotel insider as the Agents left, as they were unsure how many HCF agents were in India. The tape should be in your office by now." A second man informed.

"Alright, have the troops arrived?" The woman now questioned.

"Legions 5, 6 7, and 9 are posted on the south perimeter, ready to disembark by morning." One of the men answered.

"Have Legion 4 team with 5, I don't like sending only 150 soldiers into Division 10 in London." The woman replied, catching Ada's attention even more then ever now.

"What about Legion 4's attack on Division 9?"

"We'll move Division 9 into the air-strike category, we don't need to send in Progenitor enhanced soldiers for that sector, launch 6 Chatsaka B54's for it instead. Come, the department heads are expecting us." The woman finished. Ada peeked around and saw the trio of Biotech agents, the woman walking sternly in the center reading a file folder. She was dressed in a black business skirt, and her hair tied back. She seemed very impressive, and very professional. Ada watched as they walked into a conference office, and closed the door. Giving her opportunity, Ada raced for the stairs and decided to ignore the collapsed portions altogether.

"I'm planting the C4 charged now, give me a situation of the outside." Ada said quietly, peering down from the second floor balcony onto the guard filled lobby.

"Two more guard trucks have arrived leaving a total of 12, along with several other jeeps, helicopters, they're all proceeding to the south end, as if waiting for something." Holt said, peering through his binoculars at the legions of soldiers.

"Holt, abort mission, repeat abort mission. Biotech are planning preemptive strikes on HCF Divisions. I need you to patch me through with HQ immediately." Ada said, while increasing the fuse of the C4. It was risky, too much of a risk of accidental detonation, however her plan needed all the firepower she could get.

"Alright, I've patched our Comm channel through to the satellite relay station. I'm patching you through to Central command.now." Holt replied.

"This is Colonel Janet Terrence of Central Intelligence HQ, please explain this transmission." A woman's voice said.

"This is Agent Ada Wong, Counter Terrorism I.D 45272. I'm currently on assignment under High Counsel orders in India." Ada answered, lowering her voice as guards walked by below.

"We're aware of your mission Agent Wong, what is the reason for this transmission?" The Colonel repeated.

"I've come across a Biotech stronghold outside Calcutta and top priority information has been uncovered. Biotech are planning a preemptive strike against an unknown number of HCF Divisions, how they found out our locations is not known at the time. I'm guessing they took out Division 12 here in Calcutta do to its proximity to the stronghold here. They have unknown numbers of soldiers, and I think they're enhanced via T- virus.Suggest an immediate air strike, repeat an immediate air strike." Ada said, racing down the corridor to the main office.

"Acknowledged Agent Wong, we'll handle the situation immediately." The Colonel said, turning off the transmission.

Central Intelligence HQ, Washington D.C.

Sirens bellowed throughout the facility as personnel went into red alert. Colonel Terrence stood beside Mr. Marcus who was overlooking the situation via satellite direct feed.

"Somehow they bypassed our satellite sweeps, we've compensated now. By computer count they have 2000 troops stationed and more on the way." The Colonel informed.

"Prepare ST-1 and ST-2 for launch, we'll worry about the results later, namely the Indian government. Take us to Blue alert Colonel." Marcus ordered.

"Attention all personnel, we are now at Blue alert, repeat we are now upgraded to Blue alert." The Colonel said over the Comm system. The flashing red lights suddenly turned blue, changing the entire perspective of the room. Behind them a giant computer screen changed to a shot of computerized specs of two Fusion-Class warheads, and beside both specs flashed the word "armed", over and over while a countdown timer of 12 minutes activated.

Chapter 30: Preemptive Strike

21:32hrs.

Ada jumped over the railing and landed hard on the lobby floor below. Firing her assault rifle until impact, she sent two guards to the floor, each dead before they landed.

"Three minutes Ada!" Holt informed, gunfire over his radio signal. He was under fire outside.

"Received!!!" She replied, rolling behind a pillar as three more guards entered the lobby.

Pinned down and out of ammo, the three guards ceased fire and instead ordered her to throw out her weapon.

"If you insist." She said, placing a small explosive on the side of the gun and throwing it their way. Unaware of the bomb, one of the terrorists approached the gun and picked it up, only to be sent flying several meters by the explosion. All clear from danger for the time being, Ada grabbed one of the dropped MP5's and raced towards the main office.

"Repeat I am pinned down, soldiers closing in.you need to.another.off the compound.I've been hit.repeat." Holt said over and over, as Ada approached the main doors of the office.

"Acknowledged Holt, pull back to extraction point I'll get out on my own." Ada said, entering the room quietly with her gun drawn.

"Your chopper is ready ma'am." A man said at the window, talking on the phone at the huge wood desk.

Ada snuck behind a couch and waited.

"Yes...yes we're moving as scheduled, we've only counted two infiltrators and I'm being told one is already being liquidated...Of course.All right, I'll personally see the data to HQ.Yes.Yes, see you there. Safe journey." He finished, hanging up the phone. Ada peered up and saw him take out a disk from the computer terminal.

"Freeze!" She yelled, flipping her gun up and walking out from the shadows. The man had a surprised smirk painted on his face, and casually put his hand in his jacket pocket, the same hand holding the disk.

"Well well.you've put up quite the fight.Ms.?"

"Shut up, put your hands up, face the wall." Ada commanded, walking towards him.

"I don't think so." He said, crossing his arms. Ada peaked down at her watch and saw she had two minutes before the missiles arrived.

"Is that so?" Ada stopped.

"You don't give the orders, I."

"Quiet. Where's your boss, I really wanted to meet her." Ada interrupted.

"I'm afraid she's too busy shutting you down.you are with the Directive, are you not? The shadowy HCF Agency, known only to those who need to know." The man taunted.

"Oh, is that it? Well you wouldn't know where to find her, would you? I'd like to spare a bullet for her head." Ada snapped back.

"And you'll waste the rest on little old me?" He smiled, very sure of himself.

"I guess we'll see." Ada fired, and held the trigger down as his body flew back and forth against the wall, bullets puncturing him everywhere.

As he fell to the ground, Ada pulled her clip out and saw it was empty.

"Oops, clumsy me." She retorted, throwing the weapon down and reaching into his pocket found the disk. Quickly checking her watch she saw a minute and thirty left. Racing to the computer, she saw the tape recorder on the desk. After placing the disk in the terminal, she smashed the tape and began to type on the keyboard.

"My god." She exclaimed, seeing Gigabytes of data about Biotech.

"This is everything we need, locations, names, numbers, everything." Ada grabbed the disk and pocketed it, and as she prepared to get out of the chair saw on the monitor a Map program. Quickly clicking on it, she saw the map of the entire castle on the screen, with the main office flashing. However, something caught her eye. Placing her finger on the monitor, she traced her location to the right side of the room, which showed a connecting corridor. Ada raised her head and looked over, seeing no door. Looking back at the screen she saw that it lead to the underground helipad and parking lot.

"Time to leave." She said aloud, finally opening the hidden door on the side of the room.

Ada emerged at the parking lot, seeing a Chatsaka helicopter lifting off from the pad. Raising into the air, she fired several shots before giving up, its armor was too strong. With thirty seconds to go, she immediately noticed a full range of vehicles in the garage.

"Very nice." She commented, turning to a jeep.

"Holt I'm out, where's your location?" Ada asked, figuring he wasn't alive. She figured right, turning her head towards the main road, she saw Holt's jeep turned over and on fire. With nothing left to stay for, Ada slammed on the peddle and zoomed over sand dunes ahead. However she didn't get twenty meters before seeing a group of guards firing at a lone target in the brush. Ada slowed the jeep down and turned to its back was facing the crowd ahead. Jumping on the back she put the placed Gattling gun into position and opened fire, hitting each soldier within seconds.

Ada pulled up to Holt, who was running towards her, and slowed the jeep down.

"Need a lift?" She asked.

"Hello ST-1.where's your little brother." Ada smiled, looking to her right and seeing one of the missiles.

"Over there, look!" Holt pointed in the opposite direction, as ST-2 closed in with its partner.

"In separate directions?" Holt continued.

"They're launched from the same location, but for visual tracking reasons separated half way through trip. ST-1 will hit the base first, while in less then 2 seconds ST-2 takes out the perimeter, and the soldiers." Ada replied, watching through the rearview mirror as the castle behind them exploded.

"So what did you find in there?" Holt asked.

"Everything we need." Ada answered, driving back into the city.

Chapter 31:Informant.



Washington, D.C. Two days later.

High Council Chambers, location disclosed.

"You have many questions in need of answers, we can understand that." A council member said as Ada stood on the center platform after her lengthy debrief of the mission in India.

"Yes. During my escape from Division 6, Hammond said something about my mother.that I was just like her. Who is my mother.?" Ada asked.

"You must understand, Hammond had a history of drug abuse, nothing he said should have been taken literally. According to you, he sacrificed his own comrades for a seat on the High Council, which in retrospect he probably would have received as he had the cure of the T-virus. Now, that cure is gone, we have nothing and our research teams are getting no results. Our studies of the T-virus are however blossoming, research labs Ethra and Maridia will be at full operation in two months, and HQ has been refitted with state of the art labs." Marcus informed her.

"HQ? Another question, why is its location disclosed and classified." Ada wondered, knowing it was none of her business.

"We cannot disclose the location of Command, for security reasons." Marcus answered.

"Of course. So what information has the data disk given?" Ada continued.

"Very detailed information of Biotech, its key players and locations, along with several reports of their studies with the T-virus." A man replied.

"I overheard a conversation with their Director of the facility, she said something about.the Progenitor Virus.what is it?" Ada asked, surprising each of the council members. After a short conversation in whispers one of the women council members answered, "We have little to no information on the Progenitor Virus, Agent Wong."

"Kamal said something about.a war coming, and that I should choose the right side." Ada said.

"Indeed, Biotech are planning many moves against us, for the first time in twenty years our defenses are faltered. The only thing we can do now is making a decisive defense, and one of the best defenses is a good offense. We will use the data you provided and extinguish this threat before security can be any more compromised. Already two of our top Divisions are down, and many agents have been lost." A man replied.

"How can they know so much about us? I mean, they have locations, names, numbers, how could all this information come into light of one of the U.S Governments most guarded secrets. I even overheard one of the Directors aids call us the Incursion Directive, that name isn't even spoken by our own people anymore." Ada protested.

Again, the council began to whisper between each other.

"This is indeed puzzling. The name Incursion Directive may be our official name of HCF, however only top select officials are aware of its name. If Biotech are aware of this it can only mean one thing, an informant.an insider. This name was first used at the activation of HCF, however during the years it's become simply 'The Directive'. The Incursion Directive is only the official name, and the fact Biotech know of it only proves the existence of an insider." An elderly man said.

"I see. So, what's our next move?" Ada said, crossing her arms. The large room was incredibly warm, which made her uncomfortable.

"For you, nothing. You have been granted paternity leave." Marcus implied.

"What? But I didn't request any how."

"You shouldn't have even been on the mission to India, we made an error in judgement and we see this. You will not put your child in danger any longer." Marcus interrupted her plea.

"Fine, but I won't sit on my hands for the next eight months and then another five after that, I want some position." Ada demanded.

"Of course, you will be issued as a mission coordinator and then Intel reviewer after your pregnancy. Until your fit for duty your field status is revoked." A woman informed her, relieving Ada. The last thing on her mind was giving up her job, but she understood the council's demands, in fact, twenty years ago if she was on assignment while pregnant she could have been eliminated by her own people. Thankfully after those years the rules had changed.

"So what about Division 6?" Ada now paced the platform, back and forth slowly.

"The L.A office was in fact one of the original offices of HCF, however it took years to build the facility before that. Due to this, and the growing threat of Biotech, Division 6 will be relocated to Chicago indefinitely." Marcus answered.

"What's in Chicago?" Ada asked.

"Four years ago construction began on a sixteenth branch of The Directive, which was to be based in Chicago. Work was completed four months ago, however we still needed to recruit personnel and move in equipment. Now with the loss of Division's 6 and 12 progress on Division 16 have been dropped, and the new Division 6 will be moved inside. Estimated time to transaction, five months. Work on Division 12 will begin immediately as well." A second woman said.

"Who will be heading the new Division?" Ada wondered, turning back to the Council.

"One of the most decorated Agents within the Directive.Julia Sterling." Marcus answered.

Chapter 32: Retaliations.

One year later.



Moscow, Russia. January 21st, 1993.

Loud techno music blasted through the nightclub, booming the four walls of the building. A young woman rushed through the crowds, pushing and passing past people in her path of escape, as three men chased after her. The woman ran, yet the men only moved in a hurried pace, throwing customers and civilians out of their way as well. Suddenly silenced gunfire broke out, as a fourth man on the third level fired at the woman, who was now sprinting down the platform of the second level of the club. The booming music blocked any recognition of gunfire, yet as she rounded a corner two more darkly dressed men found themselves in her path of escape. With three more closing in from behind, now pulling out their concealed guns, and a sniper on the third level, she turned to the railing and flipped over it, landing hard on a sturdy table. Civilians sat dazed and with nothing but a surprise look on their faces, said nothing to the woman.

"Go back to your drinks." She said in Russian, flashing a polite smile and jumping to the floor. All of a sudden, gunfire zoomed past her from above and was no heard by a few civilians. The young woman dove over a couch with seated people and began to race for the front door, when the three darkly dressed men from above met her once again. Quickly stopping and changing directions, she began to run for the D.J booth.

"Hey.! What do you think your doing!?" The D.J said in Russian, while she simply ignored the oddly dressed man and instead paid more attention to the door behind him.

"Adam I've entered back stage, Derevko's men are after me." The woman spoke into the hidden microphone on her watch.

"Copy that, I've spotted a few others in the alley way outside, watch your.hey..oh shi." The man called Adam suddenly trailed off as silent gunfire at his van outside ended his life, several bullets ripping through the windshield and piercing his head and shoulders.

"Adam!? Adam!!" She yelled, and was startled as her pursuers kicked open the back stage door, guns drawn. Deciding to make her stand here and now, she grabbed a broom and used it as a staff, knocking the gun out of the firsts hand and using the other end to smash into the second's face. The third pursuer widely opened fire, yet quickly got knocked back as the young woman drop kicked him in the teeth, sending him flying into the back of the D.J booth. Quickly turning to escape she was met with yet another group of armed men, all dressed alike. She swallowed slowly and stepped back, just as the center man opened fire.

Mission report, Agent Wong. 01/26/93.

On the fifteenth of this month, Division 14 intercepted a communiqué directed to a Biotech security facility in London. The message simply stated something to the extent of "Chimera Project proceeding". Colonel Sterling issued concern to this message and ordered a full raid of the London facility. However, before we even landed in London we were informed that the Biotech facility had been bombed via air strike. Liberty-01, our prime satellite for operations, recorded an Umbrella U.B.C.S team bombarding the building with heavy portable missile fire and other such explosives. With no choice but to abort the mission, I decided to survey the wreckage on my own and discovered something we never imagined. Biotech had not been destroyed by Umbrella, although satellite photo's showed this I concluded that a Self-destruct sequence was activated underneath the building, to hide god only knows what from being exposed. It is my request that we issue an immediate search for the contents of the facility, and not stop until this "Chimera Project" is shed to light.

Captain Ada Wong,

01/26/93.

"Welcome back Ada." Julia Sterling greeted, shaking the now Captain Wong's hand. Ada had been promoted to Captain after her first mission back from paternity leave, which brought the destruction of a Biotech laboratory in Nice, France.

"Thanks Colonel, have you read my report?" Ada immediately questioned, sitting across the desk. Agent Sterling picked up the file folder and raised it to beside her head, smiling as if to say it was a stupid question.

"Indeed I have Ada, however we don't have the abilities at the moment. We've taken major blows from Biotech's constant attacks, and because of this the High Council is currently considering bringing in the CIA itself." Sterling informed, sipping tea from a very expensive glass cup, an oddly shaped design on the front, which read "Prosperity" in Greek.

"The CIA itself? I don't understand, how can we bring them in without exposing The Directive?" Ada asked while being handed a cup of tea for herself.

"This is true, but unfortunately we may have no choice. I don't like it either, but in the last year we've lost Division's 6, 7 and 12, not to mention countless bombardments of affiliate facilities and outposts." Sterling replied. Division 7, once located in Nice, France, was attacked three months after Division 12, however not before half the personnel could be evacuated. Ada commanded the mission of rescuing the personnel as the attack commenced, this all happening while she was five months pregnant of course, however she was commanding from H.Q per her agreement with the Council.

"So what's our next move then." Ada questioned, very eager to return to the field, she had missed the excitement of the mission's throughout her pregnancy.

"Last night, Intel intercepted a shipment of dormant T-virus samples en route to an unknown location via cargo ship. We've concluded that the ship was heading for one of three locations, all of which not holding a Biotech facility. This can meant that our interpretations are off, or that Biotech we're sending the viruses to a different kind of places, not a lab. We've already sent teams to two of the locations, however I want you to personally find the facility or whatever that the viruses were being sent to, and shut them down." Sterling briefed.

"Ok, where am I being sent to?" Ada asked.

"One of the three harbors that the ship could have been heading to was San Francisco, you're target. You'll be going in alone, Dylan is on mission currently in Italy.

"Ok, I'll get home and pack." Ada stood, when Julia stopped her.

"By the way Ada, how is Jack and Brynn?" Sterling asked, speaking of Ada's newborn baby girl Brynn.

"Jack didn't like the move to Chicago, but he's getting used to his new job and all, Brynn's been great, I hate being away from her." Ada trailed off.

"Well don't worry, after this mission consider yourself on leave, take a few days and spend some time with your family." Julia smiled, hiding the evil spirit she really was.

"I will, thank you." Ada nodded, exiting the room and out into Command.

As the door shut, Sterling picked up the phone and pressed a button, which connected her with someone on the other line. Upon doing this, she also activated a separate device beside the phone, which deactivated any recording of the conversations.

"Yes, she's left. I don't trust her, we don't need her." Sterling insisted.

"Indeed we do, young one, she's the only connection we have to her mother, and let's not forget what that woman still most likely holds." Mr. Marcus replied, sitting in his comfy deck chair while sipping lemonade, staring out onto the ocean view. Below his back deck, his children and wife played on the beach.

"Who's even saying her mother is still alive, its unlikely she's been able to dodge our Intelligence officers for twenty-four years." Julia continued, playing with her neatly combed hair.

"Oh.she's alive, I can assure you that. And she to this day holds the key to the T-virus, and once we find her using Ada we can put an end to our enemies, and finally begin preparations for Project Liberty." Marcus protested, placing his lemonade beside his chair.

"Of course, we can only hope.the High Council grows weary of this game Marcus, they want results. They've been waiting too long, and if I don't bring something big, something.concrete, then it'll be my head." Julia confided in him, turning to the picture of her husband on her desk.

"Don't worry, my old friend, we won't let anything happen to you. I.won't let anything happen to you. Contact me after Agent Wong's mission, we'll have dinner." Marcus hung up the phone, sighing with complete stress.

Chapter 33: Unexpected Turbulence.



Quebec, Canada. January 27th, 1993.



"I've got suspect in my sights, request pickup now." A professional man said through his Mic, racing down the promenade during night. Several tourists roamed the streets, as slow, soothing music played in the distant background while a band preformed.

"Copy that, I'm bringing the van around to Louver avenue." A second man replied, piloting a white van not to far from his partner. The second man was much younger, but not without experience in the field.

Not to far ahead of the pursuing man was a woman, dressed in a beige pantsuit with her hair tied back around her head. In her hands was a small 32. Automatic complete with silencer, and was concealed by the blanket of darkness, which fought neon lights around the promenade.

"Target is going into the bathrooms, I'm following." The pursuing man continued through his mic, after momentarily loosing his assailant. However she appeared from the crowds, but was no much farther away. As she sprinted full speed into the outdoor bathroom building, the professional chased her inside about thirty seconds later. The corridor was poorly lit, and as it branched into two separate bathrooms for each gender, the lights remained non-functional. With his gun now drawn, a slick silver Desert Eagle, he pulled out a small pocket flashlight and rested his right hand holding the gun on his left, which shone the light forward. As he turned into the men's bathroom, the distant sounds of music were overrun by constant helicopter rotors, which sounded to be getting closer. Checking underneath each stall, he suddenly noticed through the reflection of the bathroom mirror the window not two feet wide open near the ceiling. Realizing the woman had escaped through it, he turned to race back out the building, just as the helicopter hovered several meters away from the building, and at about thirty feet in the air, the men inside prepped the mini missile launcher. Even at his top speeds, the professional couldn't outrun the lock on missile, as it came crashing down into the building. The explosion rocked the entire promenade, and sent blasts of booming sounds throughout the air that could be heard from miles away.

The white van halted in the middle of the street, and as the young driver jumped out and began screaming into his mic, all that replied was static, as the second mic was in a few dozen pieces now. As he fell to the ground, surrounding civilians believed he was simply struck by surprise, when in fact it was a silent bullet to the back of his head that struck him down.



En Route to San Francisco, 01/27/93. 09:24hrs.

"We'll be arriving in San Francisco in about an hour." Ada informed, talking on her cell phone while admiring the scenery outside the plane.

"Alright, you know I don't like you jetting off across the country all the time, its not good for your health Ada, you just gave birth." Jack insisted, sitting at their home in Chicago.

"I know Jack, and I'm sorry for everything but.my job is important.to me.." Ada added at the last second, realizing Jack wouldn't understand what was so important about a computer analyst's position.

"I know, but." Jack trailed off on something as an Agent on the plane approached Ada.

"Agent Wong, we've."

"Quiet!" Ada said loudly after covering the mouthpiece of the phone. Jack paused and then asked a question she hoped never would come up.

"Did he just say Agent Wong?" Jack implied.

"I'm sorry?" Ada bought time, trying to think of an excuse out of a potentially dangerous situation. As Jack repeated his question, she thought to herself that this was it, her cover was blown.

"Uhh.he said 'Ada Wong', but did you say Agent?" Ada implored, staring coldly at the young Agent.

"I guess it was static, never mind. Must be loosing my mind." Jack said sitting on his sofa, a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't be silly.how's Brynn anyways?" Ada quickly changed the subject.

"Just fine, she's been sleeping a lot. Listen work called and I'm going in later tonight, Brynn's staying with my mother. Talk to you soon." Jack finished, not even letting Ada respond. She had noticed growing tension over the last few months, but shook it off. Pausing to take a deep breath, she turned to the young Agent and simply whispered, "What."

"I'm sorry ma'am.uh, we've reviewed the mission plan again and made a few changes, particularly the infiltration method. Should we go over it again?" The young Agent asked.

It took Ada a few seconds to respond, as she stared mindlessly out the plane window she simply thought about everything in her life, for the first time in months, perhaps years, Ada worried about tomorrow, instead of focusing on the moment. For so many years she lived by the moment, however now with a family, a young child of her own, she couldn't help herself.

"Alright." Ada replied finally.

09:36hrs.

"So we've narrowed down Biotech operations in San Francisco to a bank on the East Side, which acts as a front for Biotech intelligence for the entire western seaboard. On the tenth floor of the Bank of Commerce is a relay station, as well as an expansive operations department for the Intel ops. Instead of making a direct incursion of the bank via nightfall we've devised something much better. You'll be going in as Irina Gordon, an Umbrella corespondent for pharmaceutical operations in the Western States." The Agent reviewed as they all sat in the conference cabin of the plane. Around the table sat a few Agents, explosives expert Michael Phillips, and the young Agent from before.

"Excuse me, Umbrella correspondent?" Ada questioned, raising her hand slightly to get his attention.

"Yes. Once you enter the bank and give your name and, most importantly, your occupation, the clerk will inform security and you'll be 'specially' escorted to the CEO. Of course, you won't be meeting the CEO, you'll..." The briefing halted as a sudden jolt to the back of the plane knocked them about. Ada jumped up along with the other agents and raced for the cockpit, along the way noticing an F-15 flying outside the aircraft.

"What's going on, who are they?" Ada asked the pilots, who were attempting to regain control of the plane.

"Don't know, we'll have to worry about the who and why later, right now we've lost the number two engine and leaking fuel fast, we're going to attempt an emergency landing in the nearby lake region so buckle up." The main pilot answered. Ada glanced outside the cockpit window only once, just long enough to see the Golden Gate Bridge in the far off distance. Yet she knew they wouldn't make it that far, and, in most probability, wouldn't make it to the lakes five miles away.

"Get the chutes, we're jumping." Ada ordered after exiting the cockpit. The five agents in the back section had already buckled their seatbelts when given the order.

"Are you crazy, we'll never make it with those jets outside!" Michael Phillips insisted, getting out of his seat. Ada was good friends with Michael, but even in the most terrifying situation friends can turn enemies, but not for good, they too had gone through training together.

"We'll make it, but not in this thing, by my estimates and our rate of decent we'll crash into the mountains ahead. Pilots, one of you get a chute on and one for the other, I need one of you to stay behind until we've all jumped to hold the plane steady!" Ada yelled, opening the side door of the fuselage. Each of the agents grabbed a chute, along with one for Ada.

"Go go!!! Jump!" Ada screamed, strapping the parachute on her back. A second missile crashed into the plane again, this time in the front, knocking her to the floor. Fire burst from the cockpit, killing the remaining pilot instantly. Chairs flew about and luggage began flying out the open door. Ada regained her senses and tried to move, but noticed her parachute was caught on the chair beside her. She was trapped, and loosing altitude fast.

Chapter 34: Assault in the Outskirts.



"That makes six jumpers, we're missing one pilot and the woman." The F-15 pilot announced into his Comm. His partner in an opposite fighter plane agreed quickly, and requested firing another missile.

"Stand by, I'm prepping the cruise missile for manual control, I'm going to pilot it inside the plane and blow it up from the inside." The pilot informed.

"Don't bother, that device is experimental at best, I'd blow the plane up myself if I wasn't out of missiles." The second pilot replied.

"Don't worry! They'll be dead soon enough, I just want to make sure nothing survives the crash if they remain inside." The first pilot said, typing in commands for the manual-tracking missile.

Ada had no choice but to remove the parachute from her back. Squirming her arms out of it, she began to pull with both hands after a futile attempt at unhinging the caught threads on the chair. The chute released with a would- be loud rip, if the plane weren't making enough noise as it was. Holding the useless parachute in her hands, Ada looked out the open door and saw the ground coming faster and faster towards her, yet she stood in the plane staring down blankly at the dirt hills and high shrubs below. Ada now realized that somehow the plane was still level for the most part, and throwing the unusable chute to the floor she began climbing over tossed seats and into the cargo cabin in the back. One reaching there she only saw smoke, along with a huge gaping hole in the back of the plane brought by the initial missile.

"Well hello." Ada murmured, staring directly into the cockpit of one of two F-15's, she could see the pilot himself. Racing to the footlocker on its side, Ada pulled out another parachute and quickly tossed it over her shoulder, just as the pilots took notice of her inside.

"Hey Charlie, I've got the woman spotted inside, fire the damn missile already." The second pilot demanded.

"Stand by, I've activated the targeting sensors, I'm gunna aim for her!" The first pilot informed, activating the command codes. Inputting the final sequence, the missile on his wing launched, slowly moving just above the plane's decent speed toward the aircraft. Inside his cockpit he saw the first person perspective of the missile, as he guided it inside the rear breach of the aircraft and rotated the camera to survey the room. No sign of Ada.

"I'm detonating." The pilot informed, pressing a red button on his onboard computer. The back of the plane exploded into a fiery inferno from the inside, just as Ada jumped from the side door. Freefalling to the ground, Ada turned her head back to see the plane explode and begin to fall apart in mid air.

"She's escaped, you're going to get in trouble for this if she survives." The second pilot protested, turning his flight towards Ada. The first pilot followed him.

"I'm firing machine guns!" The first pilot yelled in both disgrace and frustration. Ada could do nothing as bullets began flying just above her, the planes were following her decent and would catch up soon, if the bullets didn't rip her apart first.

"I've got one missile left, prepping the lock on system, I'll let the computer destroy her." The first pilot began to type in new commands for the missile system. As the computer screen on his right flashed "Armed" in green, he pulled the trigger and fired, sending the missile hurtling forward. Ada turned just in time to see it coming fast. Although she was high in the air, about 4000 feet, she had no choice but to pull the ripcord. The missile flew right by her, as Ada seemed to stop in mid air while the parachute opened as planned.

"Whew." Ada sighed, relieved as the missile went crashing towards the ground.

"Damnit! She is persistent isn't she.I'm swerving back to ram her, you go on back and take out the HCF team that landed." The first pilot ordered.

"Acknowledged, make sure to take her out this time." The second pilot insisted, turning back along with his partner, one heading for the team and one turning back towards a floating Ada.

"Aww come on." Ada cried out, seeing the F-15 coming at her ahead. Pulling out her Beretta, which sat in her shoulder holster, Ada fired off a few useless shots. Holstering the gun again, Ada turned back and saw the fighter jet coming closer and closer. Figuring there was no other way, Ada cut her chute and began freefalling once more. The F-15 flew right over her, only a few meters apart.

"Son of a bitch.!" The pilot screamed, saying each word slowly with utter frustration.

Ada pulled her backup chute open, and began to float again to the ground, this time much closer to it. The F-15 circled above her, waiting for her to land this time. Finally hitting the ground at a lesser speed then what was left of the plane, Ada untangled her parachute and jumped out from it, her gun drawn. Turning to the sky, she saw the jet swerving to the side and preparing an attack run on her. All directions showed flat land, and little cover.

"Agent Wong!!!!" A man screamed from far away. Ada turned around and saw a man waving on a distant hill, a machine gun in his hands. Ada waved back and then ducked as gunfire from behind her ripped her parachute into shreds. The F-15 dove above her and back up into the sky, firing along its path. Ada jumped back to her feet and saw the jet circling back around. Pulling her Beretta back out, Ada knew the small handgun would have no chance against the fighter jet. That knowledge alone didn't stop her from raising the gun, and as the F-15 began to dive about a hundred yards away from her, a missile flew just above her and began to speed towards the jet.

"What the hell, no!!!" The pilot yelled and turned his head away from the missile as it impacted the front of his jet, creating a massive explosion.

Ada turned again and saw Michael Phillips with a portable rocket launcher over his shoulder with its barrel smoking. Ada ran to him as he dropped the large gun to the ground.

"Where'd you get that thing.?" Ada asked, finally reaching him.

"From him." Phillips replied, pointing down a small embankment at the second pilot who was being held hostage.

"Oh really? How'd you get him out of his little plane?" Ada wondered.

"It wasn't hard, he was quite persistent after machine gun fire took out his main engine. We found this launcher inside his cargo pod on the jet. I saw you weren't coming down and thought you'd need some cover fire from the other jet." Phillips informed.

"Thanks, gather our people together we've got a long trip to the city. Did we loose anyone?" Ada questioned, turning to the team's landing site not too far away.

"Two of the Intel agents were killed by Mr. Pilot's F-15 machine gun fire, and our mission planner got a broken leg from a bad landing. Should we abort the mission?" Phillips asked, stopping his trek up a hill.

Ada stopped a few feet ahead of him, and wondered the same thing. After realizing she had mission control for one of the first times in her life, the answer came soon to her.

"No, we move on. This.unexpected turbulence.won't stop our mission." Ada replied.

"But Biotech obviously know we're coming now, we should abort." Phillips protested.

"I don't think they do know what we're after, if they wanted to take us out secretly, they wouldn't have shot us down mid-flight. I think they were after us, personally." Ada said, turning back to the landing site.

Chapter 35: Inside a Fortress.

Bank of Commerce, 11:30a.m the next day.

Ada waltzed into the bank, wearing a dark business skirt with posh sunglasses on her nose. With her blond wig tied back in a bun, she looked very professional. With a steel briefcase in her right hand, she slipped it through the conveyor belt as it was scanned by X-ray systems while she herself went through a metal detector in the shape of a doorframe. After a few moments, the guards gave her the suitcase back.

"You're clear." The man said.

"Talk about security." Ada joked, taking the case back into her possession, little did they know the case held not only her equipment but weapons as well. And thanks to the special alloy in the case Intel created along with a tiny microchip, the X-ray systems were sent a fake picture to allow her safe passage.

"Sorry, since last years bank robbery we've been pressured for more security by the big wigs upstairs." The man replied, flashing her a faint smile as she turned towards the receptionist's desk.

"Alright Ada, log into the network and I'll patch into security." Agent Phillips informed over the Comm, as he sat with the other Agents in a building across the street.

"Hello, my name.oh I'm sorry, could I use your phone for quick moment?" Ada asked, leaning on the receptionist desk as several people passed buy her. The young woman took one look at Ada and picked up her phone, handing it to her without saying a word, except for the loud chewing of gum in her mouth.

"Thank you." Ada continued, picking up the phone and secretly placing a penny underneath it as she dialed the number.

"Hello dear, just checking in." Ada said, talking to Agent Phillips on the other line.

"Alright Ada, I'm taping into the bank's systems now, stand by. Ok, I'm placing in the appointment now, but I'll need three minutes to get past the security safeguards so take your time to the elevator." Phillips typed away on his computer, which showed several displays at once of the Bank's systems on the monitor.

"Fabulous darling, kisses to the children." Ada hung up the phone, palming the microchip-penny at the same time.

"Finished?" The receptionist said in a sarcastic sort of way, she seemed very out of place at such a formal bank.

"Yes, thanks again. My name is Irina Gordon with Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, I'm here for a meeting with your CEO to open an account with our new San Francisco division." Ada spoke, after memorizing those last few lines a dozen times before the mission, it was a mouthful and not easy to remember.

"Uh, sorry, Mr. Fisher.the CEO, has a clear book today." The receptionist declared without even looking up the appointment schedule.

"Excuse me, I believe you're mistaken, could you take a quick peek?" Ada ushered politely, becoming more annoyed with the receptionist by the minute.

"Look lady, I checked the schedule this morning and it was empty,

"Humor me.and take.a fucking.look." Ada whispered loudly, catching the attention of several older ladies behind her, she seemed to be forming the longest line in the expansive room.

The receptionist put her foot down from the trashcan beside her and began typing and clicking on her computer, from the angle Ada could see the schedule for Mr. Fisher on the monitor, which showed blank slots for all hours except for 11:40a.m.

"Jesus, I know I saw none there this morning.um, look I'll take you up there myself, I'm really sorry miss.." The young woman now stated, apologizing again and again while waving for another receptionist to come over and take her place.

"No problem, we all make mistakes." Ada confided, meeting the young woman at the end of the receptionist desks, and walking with her over to the main lifts.

"There's like, no reason to.you know, mention this to my boss, right?" The receptionist started giggling, pretending to be joking with Ada but being completely serious. Ada turned back to the shorter young receptionist and flashed a small smile while walking into the elevator.

"Sir, we may have a problem." A man said to the CEO Darrel Fisher, who was reading over a progress report in his Biotech office on the tenth floor.

"What is it now." He replied, taking no notice of the agent with his eyes.

"Reception just checked in an appointment for you two minutes ago." The man informed.

"The idiot, have them fired I have no appointments today." Fisher protested, scratching his unshaven, gruff face.

"Sir, the appointment is for an Umbrella corespondent for pharmaceutical operations, she's already on the way up." The man continued, this time very much catching Fisher's attention.

"Did you say Umbrella? If she has an appointment that must mean she's with their black budget operations, probably a field agent trying to infiltrate our operation here. Shut down all lifts after she arrives on the sixth floor, escort her to my bank office and then trace any outgoing signals, preferably a phone signal. If she has an appointment not scheduled it could mean she has an Agent working with her on the outside, hacking our systems. We must hurry.!" Fisher jumped from his chair, and instead of leaving his office through the door went to a secret exit, which was a small ladder leading to his sixth floor office.

"Right this way Ms. Gordon." The young woman ushered, when two large men dressed in black suits rounded a corner. Ada stopped in her tracks.

"Come with us Ms. Gordon, Mr. Fisher is expecting you." One said, surprising Ada and Phillips listening through the mic.

"Ada something's not right, Fisher wouldn't know of you coming, and no one phoned up to him of your arrival we've been monitoring calls. If he knows you're here that means he must be with Biotech's operations, they most likely have surveillance systems undetectable to us. Loose the girl and them, we don't need you dead in Fisher's office." Phillips informed, yet not telling Ada anything new, she already realized all this as soon as the men rounded the corner.

"I can find my way from here, thanks for your help." Ada shook the receptionist's hand and turned to the men, following them down the opposite corridor. As they rounded the corner again, Ada swung the steel briefcase and hit one man directly in the jaw, using her second fist to punch the one to her left in the stomach, and followed by kneeing him in the bridge of his nose, braking it on impact. The agent to her right pulled out a Glock 18 and prepared to fire, when Ada spun around and kicked the weapon from his grasp, taking one final step to slam her foot into his throat.

"Ok, I've lost the Agents but I'm very lost, we're do I need to go." Ada said, picking up her suitcase and the dropped Glock 18.

"Head back to the elevator, I'm preparing to deactivate the motion sensors in the shaft for your climb." Phillips replied, hacking on his computer when one of the Intel Agents mounted at the apartment window spotted several Agents leaving the bank front door.

"Hey, we've got company!" He yelled.

"How many!?" Phillips snapped back, becoming more frustrated with every firewall Biotech had installed.

"Six, no seven." The Agents replied, when the second Agent down in the lobby of the apartment radioed in.

"We've got tango's live and unfriendly in the lobby!" The message stopped as gunfire burst out, Phillips didn't need the radio to hear the shots, as they were just three floors below from him.

"Damnit they must have traced my signal. Ada, Biotech is on to you, and us. Abort mission we'll rendezvous at extraction site Beta." Phillips ordered, picking up the shotgun placed beside him and smashing his computer equipment.

"Negative, I'm staying. Phillips get your people out of there, I'll meet you at Beta site in three hours. If I'm not there by then, leave without me." Ada insisted, stepping into the still active lift. Pressing for the eleventh floor, she hoped it wouldn't deactivate before then.

"Ada no! It's too dangerous even for you!" Phillips screamed, firing at the apartment door as loud footsteps banged outside.

"Phillips I've got mission superiority, and I just gave you an order so follow it! Use the rooftops to escape, Biotech probably set up a barricade in the apartment lobby." Ada informed when the lift deactivated, right down to the annoying elevator music and lights. Ada had seen what floor she was at right before the lift shut down, thankfully she was already at the 9th floor.

"Acknowledged, good luck." Phillips said before the radio signal became nothing but taunting static. Ada was all alone, in a building crawling with Biotech agents.

Chapter 36: Alone.

Fire alarms blared throughout the building, signaling the Biotech agents inside that it was now code 4 alert, intruders on the premise. Ada sprinted down the white painted hallway, seeing to her right in almost a flash several guards through a window, as they sat coordinating the situation in a conference room. With no guns within her reach, she had no choice but to run.

"Suspect is proceeding down corridor B-13, level 10!" A guard reported over a hand radio while in pursuit of Ada, who was now approaching a stairwell.

"Acknowledged, we'll corner her in the south wing, stand by." A guard replied on the other end. Ada listened in and decided against heading south immediately. Bullets ricocheted against the steel girders as Ada entered the Biotech operations center, racing towards an employee who was loading a handgun.

"I need that." Ada insisted, kicking the gun out of his hands and knocking him out. Diving for the loaded Beretta Ada rolled under several desks as guards planted themselves behind corners, firing only when ready. As yet another group entered from the last remaining entrance, she was cornered, pinned down behind a desk.

"Young woman, throw your weapons out and raise your hands into the air!" An older man ordered. Ada could see out of the reflection of a turned off monitor the plump man, complete with bullet proof Kevlar vest and SPAS 12 shotgun aimed forward.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr.?" Ada replied, leaning against the turned over desk and pulling out her last remaining explosive, the rest being lost in a previous skirmish.

"Freeman, Mr. Freeman. I'm head of operations here. Could you tell me how Umbrella got our location please.?" He said sarcastically, yet still with more seriousness in his voice then implied.

"I was under the impression Mr. Fisher was head of Biotech operations here." Ada asked, buying herself time to find the most destructive use for the relatively small explosive in her hand.

"He's the Director here, I head the operations against your corporation and HCF..." Freeman said, still believing Ada was with Umbrella.

"I see.well I was looking forward to meeting him, I saved one bullet just for him too." Ada joked, giving a small chuckle while setting the timer for the explosive, a target for it already in her eyes.

"Look around Ms. Gordon, if that's your real name.you're surrounded, no escape and no hope, you are alone." Freeman protested, silently ordering his men to close in.

"Well that wasn't a very nice thing to say, it's a shame this thermal explosive in my hand might go off if I'm aggravated any further, Mr. Freeman." Ada showed, holding her hand up in the air with the blinking explosive in her palm. She had set it for pressure detonation, which in layman's terms, meant if she dropped it the device would go off.

"Hold fire, Hold fire!!!" Freeman yelled, lowering his shotgun, "She drops it and the whole building could collapse under the stress."

"Very perceptive Mr. Freeman, very perceptive. Now, I'm going to be leaving now, and I'm going to ask for that doorway to be cleared..Now!" Ada screamed at the last minute, sending each person into a small panic. Freeman waved his hands to the door which Ada implied, and the Agents blocking it moved away.

"I guarantee you won't get out of this building, and even if you do the police will stop you in your tracks. There is no escape Ms. Gordon." Freeman taunted, walking very slowly towards her even though Ada was several meters away.

"Hold it! I want everyone's guns down, lay on your stomachs with your hands on your heads.Now.!" Ada ordered, standing in the doorway. The guards looked towards Freeman for advice, yet all he could tell them was to do as she said. Each of the two dozen Agents lowered to the ground, their guns at least three feet from their grasps.

"Alright Ms. Gordon, we've done as you said, deactivate the device." Freeman asked, and when no answer came he raised his weary head to see Ada in no sight.

"Everyone up! Get me security section and have the building locked down!" Freeman yelled, jumping to his feet as everyone went into a panic.

Ada hurried down yet another corridor, racing towards her goal. After studying the blueprints of the Biotech center earlier, she concluded a data storage center was located just below the operations room. Running to the data storage center, Ada came across a plate glass window, which showed the streets below all bustling with police activity. Obviously the incident across the street grabbed some local attention. Standing idly by the window, she realized Biotech would be thinking she was getting out of the building, yet all exits were blocked so it was a matter of time for them.

"Motion sensors.?" Ada looked closer at the windowpane, which showed a tiny red light every two centimeters across the pane. If she were to break the glass, Biotech security would be informed, and they would believe she was escaping there. Turning around the corridor, she noticed nothing able to break through the glass. Finally having no choice, Ada pulled out her Beretta and fired each of the 18 shots into the glass, only cracking it.

"Beautiful." Ada smiled, throwing the useless handgun to the floor and grabbing a pipe that ran just above the windowsill.

"Here we go.!" Ada kicked the glass, swinging on the pipe and using all her might to break through. Finally the glass gave out, and after almost falling out herself, Ada fell to the glass filled floor.

A security guard honed in on the beeping console, which displayed all of the buildings security systems. Picking up a phone the guard dialed in a radio signal.

"Yes this is security station 4, I've got a motion alarm on the West End, corridor G-23, level 10. It's a window sensor sir." The guard informed.

"Understood, get snipers ready in case she's already escaped." Mr. Fisher said, sitting at his desk in the bank, reading all incoming status reports on his computer.

"Yes sir, immediately." The guard hung up.

Fisher clicked his speakerphone back on, and dialed a secret number of 11 digits. There was no ring as it was an auto-response message.

"Biotech Frontiers, building a new and better future today. If you are calling about a product you are interested in, please press one. If you have any questions regarding a product, or any problems with a product, please press two. If you are trying to reach an employee, please give the name and location of the person at the tone." The woman's recorded voice informed, followed by an annoying tone.

"Code 43Y5A3N." Fisher replied. The code he delivered would activate a direct link to Biotech H.Q upon voice recognition.

"This is Biotech Headquarters, name rank and I.D number please." A woman said professionally, instead of a voice recording.

"Daniel Fisher, Lieutenant Colonel, I.D 255428."

"Command accepted, who should I patch you through Mr. Fisher."

"The Director, please. Priority 1." Fisher continued, pressing the lock systems for his office doors. In an emergency, if he wished it, no one could leave or enter the office.

"Fisher, what is it." A woman said, the same woman from both Korea and India.

"Ma'am, we have a problem. Umbrella have raided my facility, we've got a Comm team of theirs on the run at the moment however there is a woman inside, she's causing trouble. I need the test vial for Chimera to be moved immediately from the lab. I could spend hours with dispatch trying to get a Chatsaka here but I need your authorization to get it quickly, please." Fisher insisted.

After a long silence, the "Director" answered his plea with a cold sternness in her voice.

"You know more then me I can't send a Chatsaka military helicopter to the bank, with the publicity you've just received the police will, and they will, search every square inch of the building. Initiate the Self Destruct, and destroy all samples of Chimera."

"What!? But we've made such progress lately, we're way ahead of the team in Montreal. Please.don't let our research go to waste." Fisher pleaded, becoming more agitated as the reality of his work being destroyed sunk in.

"I'm sorry Daniel, no dice. Issue a statement to the press stating a mad man set off a bomb on the tenth floor, a storage level, and get your people out. Make sure the lab below Ops is demolished too. And don't even think about taking a sample of Chimera out of the lab, if you do I'll have your head. You know it's too dangerous, especially with Umbrella so close, to have Chimera out in the open and within reach of our enemies. Gather your data and we'll proceed from there. I'll contact you soon." The Director hung up, sending Fisher into a fit of anger.

"Woah." Ada exclaimed, standing inside what should be the data storage room. Instead, she found herself in a Biotech laboratory, with most of the monitors deactivated. Walking to one of the only ones online, Ada clicked on an open file.

Chimera report, 12/27/92.

To 'The Director',

We've done it! Finally after so many years of research, we have found our answer. Our super soldiers have hope now, along with any T-virus infected victims. Early tests indicate a real, actual working cure for the Tyrant Virus, something we've been striving for since our "unofficial war" with the Umbrella Corporation, and against "The Directive". This is indeed a breakthrough. I'll be shipping containers of the new samples to our Mexico City operation and then to be redirected using the standard protocols to H.Q in about a month, the samples still need to be fitted for transportation protocols.

Daniel Fisher, San Francisco Facility.

Ada looked up from the screen, astonished by what she just read.

"Chimera.it's a cure for the T-virus.?" Ada said to herself, not realizing Fisher was sneaking up behind her.

Chapter 37: Consequences.



Over the Pacific.

A man dove through the doorway as machine gun fire erupted throughout the cabin.

"I'm under fire, can anyone else get to the cockpit!?" He yelled, with no response until a woman replied long after his pleas.

"Negative, I've got three assassins pinning me down in the parachute hanger, I tried to stop the jumpers but the Lieutenant got away along with three others and what looked like an inflatable raft, we've failed!" She screamed over the loudness of the night sky outside the airplane, as the rear doorway sat open, four parachutes floating in the distance.

"Throw down your weapons Agent Rivers, it's over." A Biotech agent commanded as he and two others sat safely concealed behind several crates, while the woman known as Agent Rivers hid behind a crate closer to the rear door.

"Go to hell!" She screamed, whipping out her Glock and firing aimlessly into the crates.

Just then, one of the assassins rolled a small device her way, and as she leered in closer to identify it Agent Rivers soon realized what it was, yet not before the stun grenade went off. Falling back, the Agent grabbed into a pole for security as her legs dangled behind her, she was loosing grip fast.

"Wrong answer." One of the Biotech assassins insisted, standing up and showing his face, a long jagged scar ran from the top of his eye down his cheek, with his bald head completing his physical features. Just as she began to climb to safety, he relentlessly pulled out a Silenced Beretta and fired, hitting her hand and sending Agent Rivers flying out the plane, screaming the entire way down.

"The other two are pinned down in the forward cabin." Another agent informed, walking over to him and handing a parachute.

"Good, recall our agents to this location and blow up the plane, forget the pilots." The bald assassin implied, strapping the chute on his back as the third Biotech agent unwrapped a low yield explosive, just enough to send the airliner to the ocean waters.



Meanwhile.

Ada whipped her leg back and kicked Fisher in the stomach, just as he prepared to lunge at her with the combat knife in his hands.

"Sorry, got split up from the tour group." Ada announced, grabbing the knife on the floor and throwing it away. Fisher looked up into her eyes, the room in darkness.

"I can't let you leave with that sample." He protested, looking at the Chimera vial in Ada's hand. He seemed very old now, not at all the agent he really was. Frail muscles and bones kept him from doing much harm to anyone.

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I need this Chimera vial, if your report is correct it's the cure for the T-virus." Ada replied, looking at the blue liquid inside.

"It is indeed, but its in the early stages, we need it to continue work." Fisher insisted, outstretching his hand as a huge explosion rang out a few floors below the building.

"What the hell was that!?" Ada yelled, holding onto a desk as a second explosion erupted. Suddenly the wall far across the room burst out as a bomb on the other side went off. Flying to the floor, Ada watched as the vial smashed to pieces as she landed atop it. Fisher watched in horror as his life's work was destroyed.

"No!!!" He screamed, pushing her off the oozing liquid. Ada felt her blouse, which had the stain from the Chimera on it. The fire alarm rang as the employees of the building were ordered to evacuate. As she jumped to her feet and ran for the door, her final sights were of Fisher simply lying on the floor, his hand going through the liquid. Jumping through a hole in the side of the building, Ada landed hard on the building beside the bank, which was falling to pieces around the Biotech agents as the silent self destruct continued.

Chicago, March 23rd, 1993.Division 6.

"Thank you all for coming in on such short notice." Sterling greeted, pacing around the conference table, which sat Ada, Dylan, three other field agents, and of course, Mr. Marcus, the high council affiliate. Ada felt her right arm, which had been injured during her mission by one of the explosions.

"What's the emergency call about?" Dylan asked, still showing a scar from his injuries a year ago just above his right eyebrow.

"In mid December Division 7 dispatched three teams of four agents into London, to monitor activities of Biotech agents working there. Over those next two weeks however, all three teams and their agents were lost, team one was picked off one by one at an Embassy mission, team two was victim of a sniper attack while walking down the streets and team three were bombed out of their safehouse. Over the last few months, death tolls have seemingly risen to an extreme point, in mid January two of Division 1's agents were killed in Moscow, soon after that two of Division 5's in Quebec, and three of Division 15's on a mission onboard a Biotech airliner flying illegal weapons and explosives." Sterling reported, reading a file folder.

"What are you saying?" Ada asked impatiently, knowing who several of those agents were.

"It means someone is systematically killing off our field agents. Biotech know we have a defense strategy against Division attacks, now instead they have a new means of attacking our operations." Marcus chimed in, obviously well aware of the situation at hand.

"Is it really that serious? I mean don't get me wrong, but this is dangerous work, agents have been lost on many occasions." Dylan insisted, clasping his hands on the table.

"Its what we believed too, at first. Until your latest mission two months ago in San Francisco, we thought it was indeed just a string of 'bad luck'. We don't believe Biotech even knew about your operation however they still knew that a number of agents were on route to San Francisco, even before the mission began." Sterling continued, walking over to her seat and picking up the remote for the computer screens. Ada turned her attention to her monitor, which showed a bald man with a jagged scar on his face.

"This man, Mikhail Makarov, was spotted meeting with a Biotech operative outside St. Petersburg in December. Our Intelligence operatives managed to record part of the conversation using parabolic microphones from across the street. The Biotech agent mentioned several names of our key operatives throughout the world, however whatever Makarov replied with was inaudible, however it's safe to assume what he said." Sterling said, sitting and crossing her arms, obviously stressed by these transactions. Ada sat staring mindlessly into Mikhail Makarov's eyes, startled by a booming voice as Marcus continued the briefing.

"With more then three dozen agents being lost over the last six months, we're forced to take immediate measures. So, until further notice, field operations for Division's 3, 4, 7, and 14 are put on hold. Said Divisions will be locked down and skeleton crews will run basic functions until new replacements and agents can be trained and brought in."

"What about remaining Division's, and the agents being shipped out of the inactive ones." Agent Carrie Harris asked, one of the other three field operatives seated at the table and longtime friend of Ada's.

"I'm glad you asked. All agents and personnel being shipped out of Divisions, 3, 4, 7, and 14, will be reassigned to other Divisions with lower Agent numbers, our goal is to even out operations and strike back against Biotech. Which brings us to the next piece of news, the recruitment agents. Division 2, 5, 6, and 9 will dispatch whatever number of agents needed to bring in new agents. Ada, your name is among the ones who will be recruiting." Sterling said, catching Ada's attention more then ever.

"You can't be serious." Ada turned, looking at Dylan who was snickering at the idea.

"Do you have a problem with this Agent Wong?" Marcus questioned sternly, staring coldly at her.

"No.just that I wasn't expecting this type of assignment, especially since Dylan here is a senior agent and I was under the impression they were in charge of recruitment." Ada implied, saying more then she should have.

"You're absolutely right. In these stressful times and drastic measures in place, we're promoting you to the rank of Captain, with all the rights and privileges. Operations have the list of recruits, good luck. Oh and Agent Torres, accompany your partner on this assignment. Dismissed." Sterling finished, folding her hands as Marcus continued with his cold stare into space. As the Agents exited the room, he fell out of his trance and turned to Julia.

"We're loosing this war.Julia." Marcus whispered, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"No, George, the war is still on the way, with three key players.its up to us to prevail." Sterling replied, turning to make eye contact with the older man, "Have you given any more thought to my recommendation?" She continued.

"The high council all agree, breaking the code and beginning full scale attacks on Umbrella is not an option. Our sole operative within Umbrella.Wesker.agrees, we've recently made contact with him. He tells me that Birkin is very close to a breakthrough, and once we have the new version of the T-virus it will all come into play." Marcus replied.

"We still have the Progenitor Virus to acquire in order for our plans to work. Project Liberty must go as scheduled, and the only way this can happen is if we take initiative here and now, we are running out of time." Julia protested, slamming her fist on the table.

"We must not allow Umbrella to get aware of our existence, too much preparation and timing is on hand. Julia, trust me when I say we will prevail." Marcus insisted.

"But who will be the leader Marcus, we both know the High Council isn't strong enough to get us through the next few years. We need new leadership." Sterling said quietly, leaning closer to him and outstretching her hand.

"Our time will come, we will prevail together." Marcus replied, holding her hand with his own.

Chapter 37: Compromised.



March 25th, 1993. Chicago Park.

Loud techno music played over Ada's radio as she and Dylan drove down 34th street. With their windows rolled down, wind brushed past them almost like a summer day, yet it was only a few days since spring began. With her sunglasses placed on her nose and wearing a trendy beige pantsuit, Ada felt at peace then, over the last few months the taunting and continuous sound of gunfire had almost sent her into a psychotic episode. Now with HCF on high alert and half their workforce on hiatus, she treasured these moments.

"So what do you think of it all?" Ada said, turning the radio down only slightly, as "I ran" by A Flock of Seagulls played through the speakers. Dylan was mumbling the words when she asked.

"It's not easy to be such a well prepared and planned organization and be loosing so badly. I guess that's what you get when you play by the rules." Dylan replied, his arm out the car window and rested on the roof.

"It's what we do Dylan, we play by the rules because we wrote them.though sometimes I tend to agree with bending the rules a bit." She continued, turning into Chicago Park which was blooming with activities, families and pedestrians all enjoying the warm day after a cold and long winter.

"Freelancer this is Jupiter, target 1 is arriving at the park as scheduled." A man's voice said over Ada's car-phone, which activated upon incoming transmissions from command. It could only activate on HCF's signal if Ada entered the weekly access code, a safety measure in case Jack or someone else used it.

"Copy that Jupiter, we'll take it from here. Out." Ada answered while pressing down on the "talk" button.

"Show time." Dylan said, looking into Ada's eyes as she parked the car. Stepping out, they both began walking towards the snack shop.

"I don't see him." Ada whispered while Dylan bought a hotdog. Taking out a small picture from her pocket, Ada held the piece of paper to her face and began to stare around the park. Finally, the face matched.

"Hold on, is that her?" Ada questioned, pointing secretly at a picnic table across the field. Sitting there was a young woman, 21 years of age, with a second girl around the same age, both with books lied on the wooden table.

"Deja vous.." Ada commented while she and Dylan began to walk across the field, where a group of children prepared to play a round of touch football. Several meters away they picked teams.

"What's that." Dylan said, throwing the napkin away as he devoured the hotdog.

"I remember this kind of day, who knew my life would change in a way I never imagined. When Lisa Richards approached me, I thought she was a salesman.I miss her." Ada stopped talking, yet still walked.

After a long silence, Dylan turned to her and replied, "I know, me too. I forget sometimes how close the two of you were."

"Yes.she recruited me much like we're about to recruit her." Ada nodded her head to the girl on the right, blonde hair tied back and a slim, toned figure. Her bio stated she was an athlete, and a top scholar all her life. She fit the profile.

"We're about to find out what path she takes Ada, are you ready for this?" Dylan stopped, holding Ada's arm.

Turning back to Dylan, they were only a few meters away from the table.

"The question is.is she ready." Ada smiled, facing back to the picnic table.

"Alright, you get the other girl out of there, I'll move in." Ada whispered, wrapping her purse on her shoulder and taking her sunglasses off. Reaching into her pocket, Ada pulled out a business card with specific instructions on what to do next if the girl wanted to proceed. Dylan walked around the opposite side of the table and tapped the second girl on the shoulder.

"Excuse me miss, could I talk to you for a second alone? I'm with the university and I need to talk to you about you're tuition fees." Dylan lied.

"Let's see your card please." The girl said annoyed and with an attitude Dylan already found irritating. Pulling out a fake card, he confirmed his I.D to the girl.

"Oh I'm.so sorry." She apologized while Ada pretended to be checking her purse for something. The target girl was staring at Dylan with intrigue.

"Not a problem, please, let's go for a walk." Dylan replied, ushering her up and off. Ada waited till they were far enough away and began approaching the girl again.

"Nancy Phelps? My name is Debra Welmond, you fit a profile." Ada handed her the card, which had no marking, nothing that could be a security breach.

"Excuse me?" The woman named Nancy implied, staring blankly at the card, then back at Ada.

"I'm with the U.S government. We're very aware of your history and you have been chosen among a select few to be picked to be the among the next generation of operatives." Ada remained standing beside Nancy, who found the entire conversation amusing and questionable.

"You.want me.to be a spy.right lady, who put you up to this one, bring out the camera's or something." Nancy threw the card on the table, patting it and laughing.

"This is no joke Ms. Phelps, for security reasons I cannot tell you anymore. If you wish to proceed, meet us at the location on the card in three days, you have that long and no longer to think about it. If you do not arrive then the deal is off, if we suspect you've informed anyone of this conversation the deal is off, if we suspect you are arriving with someone else, or someone else is aware of the meeting, the deal is off. It's as simple as that." Ada said after memorizing that speech.

"Simple?" Nancy replied, amazed at the implication.

"Well.alright it is pretty complicated, but you must oblige to these rules, or nothing more will transpire. I look forward to hearing from you.and Nancy, don't tell anyone of this." Ada finished, shaking her hand and looking around the park for Dylan. As he and the second girl approached the picnic table, a huge bang erupted through the air, followed by the second girl falling helplessly to the ground. Dylan ducked as a second gunshot rang out, a piece of dirt several feet away flying up. Ada grabbed Nancy and began to race for the trees, gunshots flying past them and into trees, while Dylan followed close behind with his gun drawn. Taking cover behind a large redwood, Ada checked to make sure Nancy wasn't hit.

"Are you alright!?" Ada yelled as a cowering Nancy shivered in utter fear. Dylan dove behind a second tree a few meters to their right, and turned to Ada.

"Can you make out where the sniper is!?"

"My guess is Eastbound, probably one of the snack shops or bathrooms, the trees around the park would block any shots from street buildings!!!" Ada screamed back, taking her Beretta out of it's shoulder holster which was concealed safely in her suit jacket.

"They must've thought the second girl was the target!!! Is she injured!?" Dylan asked, hiding behind the trunk as bullets lodged into the tree and nearby ground.

"They thought Marla was me!?" Nancy yelled in between cries, sitting beside Ada who was assessing the situation.

"We've got to get to the car Dylan, any ideas!?"

"Over there, do you think you can make it!?" Dylan said, taking the safety off. Ada turned and noticed what he was pointing at. Nodding her head in acknowledgement, she grabbed Nancy's hand and surveyed the premises. The children had run in fear, their parents towing them off to cover, while others simply fled into bathrooms and behind snack shop counters. In the far distance, Ada could hear the sound of police sirens, yet she couldn't let them see her or Nancy or Dylan, it was a breach of security if Nancy divulged any information in her weakened state. She would have to be brought in.

"I'll meet up with you at the car, go!!!" Dylan yelled, spinning around the tree and firing blindly. Suddenly gunfire resumed, this time Dylan could see where the sniper was firing from, above a "Pizza Paradise" snack shop, which was higher then the other buildings as it was placed on a higher hill. Ada took off through the rows of trees, Nancy in tow. As bullets impacted into the shield of trees, Ada jumped into a motorized golf cart, parked outside the adjoining golf course, after pushing Nancy into the back.

"Keep your head down!!" Ada ordered, launching into action after noticing Dylan sprinting through the park now that gunfire was off of him.

Speeding past the trees and benches, Ada swerved, nearly hitting a statue while the sniper continued firing. Now with a speeding golf cart at Ada's disposal, the shooter had a harder time getting a dead aim. Smashing into a dirt mound, Nancy flew up and almost out of the cart while Ada compensated, almost flying over a smaller hill ahead. Crashing through a wooden fence separating the park and parking lot, Ada slammed the golf cart into a 1993 Mercedes, sending the car alarm into a panic. Grabbing Nancy's hand again, Ada dragged her out of the cart and raced for her car, not seeing any sign of Dylan.

"Aren't we going to wait for him!?" Nancy yelled jumping into the back of Ada's car.

"We can't, I need to get you to safety.Dylan can take care of himself." Ada replied, almost diving into the drivers seat.

Spinning the car about, Ada slammed on the gas as bullets impacted the back of the car, shattering the rear window and sending glass pouring down on Nancy. Ada sped the car out of the parking lot and onto the almost abandoned city streets, no civilians were present except in windows and alleyways, the same with cars, none present on the street. Ada dialed HCF on her car-phone.

"This is Ada Wong, security clearance Delta 54N4B7, patch me through to security section immediately, this is an emergency message!" Ada screamed, swerving around a street corner after seeing police cars in the distance on the other street.

"Ada Wong is it now!?" Nancy said sarcastically, peering back behind the car.

All of a sudden a black sedan turned behind her, accelerating towards her with two men in the front seat. She was being pursued, hunted.

"This is security section, what is the emergency Agent Wong?" A man replied.

"I have been compromised, repeat, I have been compromised.!" Ada responded, fighting back tears as she realized her entire life, her entire career was over. Her cover was compromised.

Chapter 38: Hunted turned Hunters..



"I'm sorry sir, it was the wrong girl." An accented male's voice said over the cell-phone, being firmly held by the passenger in the black sedan. The man sat idly in his seat while his partner piloted the car into the open streets, in pursuit of Ada. In his hand sat a Uzi, fully loaded and ready.

"If the real girl gets away, it'll be your head!" The obvious leader of the team yelled into the phone, throwing it down as he hung up on the sniper still remaining at the park.

"Get me within twenty meters, and call in teams two and three.we'll box her in." The man ordered to the driver.

"Yes sir." He replied, tapping his ear piece on and talking into his collar mic, "This is Hunter 1 calling team's two and three, close in as planned." He continued.



"Ada this is Sterling, what the hell is going on? I only heard the word compromised." Julia came on the car-phone as Ada swerved past a parked car, she was coming into residential streets now.

Julia stood over a comm panel back at Division 6 while everyone crowded around, intrigued at the events.

"Agent Sterling, Dylan and I have been compromised, a sniper attacked us at the park and killed the target's friend by accident, they must have thought the friend was her." Ada yelled in a panic, her Beretta placed on the passenger seat so both hands could be on the wheel.

"Is Ms. Phelps alright?" Julia said after a long silence.

"Affirmative! But I lost Dylan in the park, I'm currently heading South down Terrance Drive.." Ada replied, listening as her car-phone became overwhelmed by static.

"Ada!? Ada please repeat you're breaking up! Ada please repeat your position! Hel..o..Ag.nt.ong,..ome.in." Julia screamed over and over before the transmission finally faded to a low static ripple. Ada was running out of options fast, as she realized her pursuers had blocked her radio transmission somehow.

"Damnit! Nancy, do you have a cell-phone!?" Ada questioned, looking into the rearview mirror to see the sedan gaining speed.

"No, I left it at home.oh god Debra.or Ada whoever the hell you are, they're gaining on us!!" Nancy began to cry, staring back at the car as a man's arm outstretched from the passenger side window and aimed a semi- automatic machine gun their way.

"Nancy get down!" Ada screamed as a hail of gunfire erupted on the back and into the car. Nancy dove to the floor while Ada peered with her head low out the window to see. Bullet holes splashed into the windshield and pieces of the passenger seat flew up, hitting Ada in the face as she ducked every few moments. Realizing the Uzi's clip was empty, she grabbed her Beretta and tossed it to the back seat.

"Nancy! I need you to open fire on them.!" Ada paused, searching for Nancy to see if she was safe.

"I.I can't." Nancy whimpered, her arms over her head.

"You have to Nancy, please! I can't shake another round of bullets you have to try!!!" Ada consoled, facing the fact that those words may have been meant to encourage Nancy to try, but they were also the truth, she was loosing here.

"All.alright, I'll try." Nancy said, grabbing the Beretta with her right hand and peeking up to see the gun holding man reloading. Nancy aimed the gun through the broken rear window and held it firmly as Ada instructed her on what to do.

"Nancy, take the safety off and hold on with both hands, aim for the windshield, either one dead will do. Just aim steady and fire."

Gunshots flew from the car and into the sedan's windshield, startling both the driver and the gunman as the bullets collided with the glass and stopped there.

"I don't understand, the bullets never even broke through the glass!" Nancy protested after emptying half the Beretta clip.

"Damn, the car must be reinforced or something, get back to the floor and throw the gun to the passenger seat!" Ada replied, slamming her hand on the steering wheel with frustration. Up ahead a streamline of cars rushed down the busy street, yet grid lock soon prevented any continuation of their busy lives, business men travelling home banged on their horns with anger while others simply swore with vulgar language, however that gridlock ahead spelled doom for Ada. Going to the left would be suicide as driving against traffic would be not only a danger to her, but to others. Going to the right and facing the gridlock wasn't an option, but at the same time, their only option, because if they continued speeding straight they would be met with a row of buildings.

"Nancy, hang on." Ada said in a calmer voice, realizing this was either the last stand, or the beginning of it.

The car almost jumped off its wheels as Ada made the sharp turn, cutting and weaving into traffic with such speed it sent her mind into a blur. The motorists slammed on their brakes, along with their horns as Ada shot the car into the second lane, watching out of the corner of her eye as her pursuers crashed into three cars, yet continued to pursue. Up ahead was the taunting gridlock, which after being witnessed made Ada realize she would need to abandon her car.

"Nancy, get ready to run for it." Ada commanded, grabbing her Beretta with her spare hand as she slammed on the brakes. Opening her car door, she saw the two assassins also jumping out of their now flaming car, shooting their guns into the air to taunt cursing motorists. Screams enveloped the air as they turned to Ada and Nancy, who were just about 50 meters away from them.

"Come on.go, go!" Ada grabbed Nancy's arm and pushed her forward as gunfire hit nearby cars. Sparks flew from the metal and glass shattered, sending civilians diving out of their vehicles. Ada sprinted down the meridian of cars, seeing children and families watching in suspense, wondering if perhaps a movie was being shot or something. However their intrigue faded as real gunfire continued to rip through the street. Ada whipped about and aimed her Beretta back, firing several wide shots only to return the taunts of her assassins.

Nancy however didn't stop running, here was a young girl being thrust into a world she never imagined herself being a part of, within only one hour her entire life had been thrown upside down. From the first gunshot to whatever would come next, she wished for it to be over, and fast. Suddenly a helicopter flew overhead at the end of the street, Makarov himself handing out the side with a M60 machine gun dangling from his hand. As he placed himself sturdily with the gun's scope placed to his brow, Ada wondered whether or not the chopper was HCF security section coming to save her life, or an enemy coming to end it, the chopper was to far to identify. Yet Ada wasn't too far away for Makarov to get an aim.

"Goodbye, spy." He simply put, squeezing down on the trigger.

**This Fic is still in production.