Resident Evil: Tempest

Hello, everyone! Thank you all of you who have left comments on my stories! I haven't gotten too many comments on my story which makes me really sad. Like…4 in the last 2 months and that's for all 10 of my books combined! This is my eleventh book. I hope you will all leave comments even if you're not a member of the website. It lets me know what people are reading my stories. I have a book that has no comments on it and could have been read by hundreds of people but if no on leaves a comment, how will I know that? Besides…I dedicate chapters to my fans! I can't dedicate anything to you if I don't know who you are O.o thanks for your time!

This first chapter is dedicated to one of my favorite fans. She has gotten a chapter named after her in the past but she gets another one because she is always committing on my stories. Thanks for being such a good fan, NeroaSpardaDarkAngel! Also, I would like to commemorate Laryan6 on his excellent work! I love your Devil May Cry stories! Also, good job to all the rest of you! You all do excellent work and the website is lucky to have you! O.o

Now let's get started!

There are basic things in life we are all taught as we grow. How to do this and how to do that. Why not to do this and why not to do that. One of the lessons you usually gotta learn the hard way on your own is who to and who not to mess with. If you wouldn't mess with them… then common sense usually dictates that we do one of 2 things: there dangerous and shouldn't be associated with because it's hazardous for you so you leave them be. Or path number 2 which is, unfortunately, to simply look past that voice in our head that says you shouldn't get involved with that person. Sadly, but also expectedly, most people take door number 2 and just don't care. They say to themselves things like "what have I got to louse" or "what harm can it possibly do" or the all time classic "but they would never do something like that."

Yes, there are some people you just shouldn't get involved with in the first place…but it's a whole other thing when you cross the line with them and just plain make them mad. Because, people like that have this nasty habit of holding grudges that just won't let go. The grudge stays there until it festers and gets raw and oozes. That's when the drama starts. And, if there was one thing Ada had learned in her days…or at least should have learned… it's not do double cross Albert Wesker…

2009 just 2 weeks before the Africa incident…

Ada pulled into the parking lot of some big flashy hotel. After many long hours on a flight from London, Ada had finally arrived in Washington D.C. and now all she wanted to do was take a nice long nap. She walked into the hotel lobby carrying a single small black suitcase that she used whenever she rented a room now a days. What was the point in having a ton of luggage when you were trying to be discrete and ready to run at a moment's call lest you DIE?

She walked up to the check in table and rang the little bell on the counter. Within moments a young man came from around the corner, a happy smile on his face.

"Good evening, madam! What can I help you with?" the man said with a tip of his cap. Ada pulled a wad of $100 bills from her pocket and handed him $200. He looked surprised but accepted the cash. Then he gave her the only available room in the hotel. He tried to explain to her that the room only cost $120 a night, but Ada insisted that he keep the change as an incentive not to let anyone know which room she was staying in. he nodded and gave her the room key.

Ada found it funny that one of the hotel porters insisted on carrying her one, very light, bag up to her room. She finally relinquished her iron grip on the bag and let him carry it for her but not without watching him carefully. When she finally made it to her room, she was relieved to find that she could finally relax and have some R&R all by herself. She took out her pajamas and went to take a shower, finding that the water was ice cold because all the hot water was being used up by other hotel patrons in their rooms.

About 10 minutes later, Ada got out of the shower and dried off. After she got dressed and left her bathroom little enlightened to the fact that she wasn't alone in the room anymore. The second she got comfortable in her bed, the light flashed on. She sat up in her bed with a start, startled beyond her wits. But, that was nothing compared to the terror she felt when she noticed who the interloper was. To her complete terror, Wesker stood leaned on the door frame of the bedroom section of the room. He was no further than 12 feet from her!

"Oh, I didn't mean to startle you" Wesker said, taking his time walking over to her. Ada was frozen in fear and couldn't move. The person who she had been running from ever since 2004's Spain incident had found her! And, worse yet, was in the room with her!

Ada considered going for the gun she had stashed in her bedside compartment, but quickly decided agents it. Why give him something to supplementary shoot her with? That is, if he didn't already have his gun on him (and knowing Wesker, he most certainly did)

"Wesker", Ada finally choked out, "What are you doing here? Last I knew, you were in Africa."

Wesker sat down at the foot of her bed and gave a low smile. Ada felt even more afraid now. If Wesker wanted to, he could easily grab her leg and break it…or maybe something worse.

"Oh, so I can't come check and see how you're doing? Your health and well being is something a care about", Wesker said sarcastically. Ada curled up her legs. What in the world was she going to do?

"Now, honestly", Wesker said, his eyes glowing from behind his shades," do you think that is going to help you in the slightest? Did you honestly think you could escape me finding you eventually? Well…it's a bit late to even consider that now.

Before Ada could even think, Wesker had her around her neck, pinned to the wall. Wesker gave her a cold smile then he let her go and kicked her. The moment he turned his back, Ada made a quick decision. She grabbed her gun from the bed side table and fired of a round into Wesker's head. The second he slumped over from the blow Ada grabbed her bag and ran for the balcony. It was ether risk falling 3 stories to the ground or die by Wesker's hand… and, right now at least, being a puddle on the pavement sounded better than possibly being an experiment…or worse: Wesker's new pet.

As soon as she got out side she climbed onto the ledge. Ada wasn't really afraid of heights. It was the fear of almost certain death that was making her tremble as she edged her way around the building. Finally, to her great relief, she found a tree. In an instant she jumped for it. There was a loud thump and Ada yelped as, to her dismay, she fell from the tree and impacted the ground. It was bone crushingly painful to fall from a tree 25 feet up to the cement ground below but she did it and was still able get up and run after it. She high tailed it to her car and jumped in. She couldn't have been happier that Wesker hadn't thought to cut the lines to her engine as she speed up the street at top speed in her expensive sports car.

After driving for a while, she realized that Wesker and his people weren't fallowing her. She pulled over the car and gave a heavy sigh. It was only then that she noticed the envelope in the top of the bag. On the back were four words:

To: Ada

From: Wesker

Ada felt a cold shiver go down her spine. Should she open it? She cautiously reached over and picked up the manila envelope. When she opened it, she was surprised not to find poison or a bomb…but…paperwork. They were statements from someone who hadn't addressed there name and the layout of a house. Ada had been in this business long enough to recognize that it was the king of paper work that someone in the "wet work" business would need to take out a target. And, considering that it was probably 200 pages long, it was an extremely complicated plan. There was also a note…

To Ada Wong,

In case you haven't realized it yet, this is a wet work order. It's who it's for that should concern you. It's not for you it's for one Leon Scott Kennedy. I figured, "If I can't kill Ada then I will get her to come to me with a trap." Good plan, no? Either way, one of you will die. If you don't, he will. Just something for you to think about while you plan to flee the country. Good luck and remember: it's your decision if he lives or dies.

-Wesker

Ada nearly dropped the papers in shock. Wesker was going to not only kill someone who had nothing to do with this… but he was going to kill someone she genuinely cared about. She knew then and there that this had to end. She was going to have to face Wesker again weather she liked it or not.

Thanks for reading! The next chapter will be up very soon!