The small helicopter was flying through the night air going at a not too noticeable speed over Chicago. The Windy City was bright with light, and the light shown into the chopper. The lights inside the cab normally helped as well, and that was helpful as Leon checked on his equipment, mentally checking off a list of items he'd need for his mission.

Assault rifle, check. Pistol, check. Ammo, check. Frag grenades, check. Combat knife, check. Extra ammo—

Leon Kennedy checked off the last one twice. He knew he'd probably need the extra ammo. He carried four clips for it. The reason being his mission was possibly centered on what he knew best: bio-weapons that kill people, infect them, and turn them into another bio-weapon in the process. If that was the case, you could never have more than enough ammunition for that.

The pilot's voice came in through his comm-link, "We'll be over the location in five minutes. Hope you're ready."

"Oh I will, just be sure to get me as close as you can before you bail on me," Leon retorted.

The pilot laughed, "Smartass. The name is Nathan. I may be the one sending you there, but I'm also going to be the one to get you out once you're done."

"Good, Nathan," Leon replied, putting a fresh clip in his 9mm pistol and putting it in his thigh holster. Next came the assault rifle, Leon talked with Nathan while he checked it a final time.

"So, you're Leon Kennedy?" He heard Nathan say. Leon wasn't sure if the radio he had was being recorded. Security was tight in situations like this. It wouldn't hurt to have a conversation before a mission, he thought.

"Yeah."

"Really? The same man who—"

"Saved the President's daughter in Spain, and was involved in the Harvardville Incident. Yup, that's me," Leon said nonchalantly. He had heard many people talk about those incidents while he wasn't around. Not in a negative way, most of the time he had heard people praising his success. He was also, he found out, somewhat of a hero to the new guys. Guessing Nathan is one of them, he thought with a crooked smile.

"Wow, it's an honor Leon. I just transferred here a week ago," he replied, excitement hidden by a near shaky voice. Leon secretly hoped he wasn't like what Chris Redfield had told him about a man named Brad Vickers. Chicken-heart Vickers, is what they called him. He had been the pilot for the STARS team, but he was not the kind to stay and fight.

Heard that many times before, but I'm just a normal guy. A guy who fights giants and zombies for a living.

"Sorry for intruding on your past, but is it true you were also in on the incident at Raccoon City?"

That caught Leon by surprise, not too many people knew about that part of his file. Guess it was well known now. "Yeah."

This seemed to excite Nathan, "Just asking out of curiosity, but how were you able to survive that?"

"Sheer will and determination, kid," Leon replied quickly. It wasn't total bullshit, but it was the most common reply he gave to his superiors when asked a similar question. It seemed to please them enough to get a good grade on his resume. And while it had been guts, determination, and will that helped him escape the inferno that had been Raccoon, Leon had not survived it alone. Claire Redfield, Chris' sister, had also been visiting Raccoon at the same time Leon had been arriving for his first day as a R.P.D. officer. First day on the job and he enters hell. What a way to start a career. First day and he had to fight zombies that ate living humans, as well as dogs, crows, and even monsters that resembled inside-out spider men with insanely long tongues. Lickers, Leon remembered. And then there was a Tyrant, but Leon had tried to forget about that particular foe. Claire had survived, as well as a little girl named Sherry Birkin. He didn't know it then, but little Sherry's parents had been the ones who had created the nightmare that they had fallen into.

As for Leon, he had gone through Raccoon alone, and he had left Raccoon City with Claire and Sherry. That was what the file stated. It made no mention of the woman who had saved his life and had, as he had thought at the time, died in the explosion of the underground lab.

Ada Wong made sure I survived. I thank her enough for that. He had not known her for long, as much as the time as he spent in raccoon, and even less when he had been in Spain, but he felt he had known Ada personally. And no matter how hard he tried, Leon could not shake the fact that she may being following him, in spirit if not physically. Her shadow never left him, it seemed.

"Leon, we're over it now. We're landing," Nathan said.

Leon looked out the small window of the cab and saw just a construction site with a large building under construction. He couldn't help but notice how out of place this was, so far away from the city of Chicago. The only thing man-made that was nearby was a single road. That was it, besides a few smaller buildings for workers to stay and such.

Leon opened the door as soon as the chopper landed, "I'll call once I am done."

"Right, I'll be grounded nearby," Nathan said.

Before he left, Leon said one final thing to the rookie, "And Nathan? Don't be late."

Nathan saluted, "Count on me, sir," and Leon closed the door.

She was the only one left. Everyone else was dead. Bridget Whitman knew that much of her situation. Someone had been killing everyone in the facility, an assassin sent to silence the remaining members of the Umbrella staff.

That was what she had been told to expect, what she had not expected was the swiftness of the killings. It had only started a few hours ago, just soon after the facility director called. He told her to retrieve all the company's data of weapons research and top-secret formulas.

And that was why Bridget holed herself up in the control room, to hide from her would-be-assassins and get her last request done.

She had two corporate soldiers with her, mercenary types sent in to escort her out of the building but she had insisted on retrieving the data stored in the main computer. That was what she was doing now, frantically trying to rip the data out on a single CD-Rom. All the while she kept an eye on the sixteen video camera that were positioned on the above ground level and the lower levels. Three of them were blank, two were static, and the others were in fine working order, though they were in black and white.

Bridget kept going from left to right across the four rows of camera screens, paying special attention to the third to second to last one in the fourth row. That camera feed was right outside the main elevator entrance/exit on the surface.

Once the data is done downloading, I'll escape on the company chopper, and head home…forever… Bridget was a mess, having hid in fear and cowered in the corner until the two guards arrived. Part of a small group of six agents, the other four were on the surface while their two best went to retrieve her and anyone else that was alive. She was the only one left in the complex. Soon, she'd be out of this place, and be heading home, she loved the idea of heading home, and she became lost in the thought—

-until she saw a figure walking toward the main entrance, a man, with a gun. Bridget's eyes nearly bulged from her head and she stopped breathing as she saw him walking toward—

-Oh no! He was heading for the entrance, and her exit!

"Tell your guys to be ready for an intruder!" She ordered.

One of the guards, the bigger one, nodded and pushed a button on his radio, Bridget saw a light flashing on both the radios of the two men, like a warning light. She gave a small breath of relief. Whoever was up there would soon die a sudden and painful death.

The construction site was a nice little cover picture for the façade that Ada Wong found herself in. She walked quickly, a near jog, through the white hallway, her high heels clicking against the white marble floor. She had been in the place for only a half hour, and she already wanted to get out. The place was really quiet, only her walking could be heard, and the echo they created made it hard to tell how big the place really was. She was already two floors under the building, and everything looked the same. An all white laboratory facility that was probably storeys deep into the mid-western earth.

Umbrella loved over-exercising their right to make everything so goddamn big, she thought.

The facility was supposed to be abandoned, according to her informant who had been sketchy to begin with. He had said that the place had been abandoned in the wake of Umbrella's downfall, but that didn't mean that it was totally empty.

Ada had seen evidence to support that. Fresh food and water, as well as utilities were abundant, and there were even papers noted by dates as late as four days ago. So, the place was still operational. However, Ada had failed to find anyone alive, or dead. She had seen some areas where violence had taken place, bullet casings and fresh blood splattered on the walls in a violent manner. She shivered a bit, remembering what she had encountered in Raccoon City eight years ago, with zombies and other forms of monstrosities that had plagued the city. She had seen things she would have rather had forgotten.

She also shivered because someone appeared to have turned on the frickin air-conditioning, making the place extremely cold. And Ada had not been dressed for it to be so cold, wearing an open red dress (called a qipuo, a Chinese dress), and she had her legs bare save for some small accessories.

Ada honestly didn't think she'd be in a cold environment, otherwise she would have dressed more accordingly. That was why she was running, get her blood running, and hopefully escape the hole she was in.

First she had to find that scientist named Bridget Whitman, she was the one who had access to her objective. If Ada could find her, then she'd complete her mission and hopefully get into a hot bath.

But where could that woman be? She could be anywhere in the place, and what if she had left already? Long before I had set foot in this place?

Those questions ran through the spy's mind, and she only walked on, trying not to care about the ifs, and trying to remain focused.

Focused, like I had been in Raccoon., she thought. That mission had changed her life, more for the better, she recalled. Monsters, reporters, zombies, the list of creatures born of the T-Virus seemed to be endless. Ada had been on a mission to retrieve a sample of the G-Virus from an Umbrella researcher named William Birkin. But right from the get-go, the mission had been a catastrophe. The reporter she had been sent to kill had been done in before she could do him in, and a monster named Mr. X destroyed the virus sample, which Ada had had in her possession without her even knowing. And she nearly died.

Would have died, if it hadn't been for Leon.

Leon S. Kennedy, at the time a rookie cop from the R.P.D. He had just transferred to Raccoon when the hell of the city was unleashed on him. He found Ada trying to escape, and he treated her like any cop would with a civilian. He saved Ada's life at least twice during their escape, he even took a bullet for her.

The rookie had, in the process, changed her. Ada had changed, because of the cop's self-less acts. Maybe, he had given her something to think about other than herself as well. She swore to return the kindness. And she returned it in full.

Her thoughts of the past slowly returned to the present, and Ada had to pull herself out of the nostalgia and press onward. Feelings for Leon could come at another time.

She refocused herself. Nothing would stop her from pulling this mission off.