In Over My Head
By: Chase Buie

Summary: James Young, a private detective, gets a new case that promises to be the most prosperous venture of his life. What does this case entail? Tracking down and getting information on, none other that in infamous, Ada Wong.

Author Notes: This is going to be a unique fiction being that Ada is going to be a main character and that there will be no virus, monsters, S.T.A.R.S., Raccoon City, so on. So I hope that you Ada fans enjoy.

Prologue

The Sweet Dreams nightclub was the only building of its type that sat on the New York coast. From the windows on the East Side of the building you could see where the dance floor extended outside onto a pier that stretched out over the calm, dark water of the summer night.

The club was thick with smoke, the smell of sweaty bodies, and dancing people. The music that blared from the many speakers carried a nice beat, full of deep base and some sort of dance mix. Laser lights cut across the crowed, accompanied with strobe lights of every color, creating a dream like environment.

The building was divided into three parts. There was the dance floor, which took up most of the first level and extended outside through a sliding down, garage like door. The floor was made out of hard wood and would be very plain if it weren't for the hundreds of assembled bodies that moved in sync with the music.

The second part was the bar, which was also packed with single couples looking for a place to hang their hats for the night. The bar was set only a few feet from the dance floor and shared its lighting.

The third part was the second floor, which could be accessed through the stairs that sat next to the bar. The second floor housed tables and chair for those people that were too tired to dance and too easily irritated to sit next to the drunks. Along the edge of the second floor there was a triple bar railing that showed off the dance floor from all the tables. Back behind the tables there were a few pool tables, all empty of people, and a condom machine.

At a table against the railing, there sat a small group of people; one of these people being Ada Wong.

She sat with her back straight in the chair, but still looked comfortable. She wore a red evening dress that was cut at a slant with a pair of scissors at the bottom so that it came to her mid thigh on one side and to mid calf on the other. The dress was a halter at the top, but had a diamond cut out to expose just enough cleavage that it was tasteful. Her legs were covered in black, diamond print stalkings that came down to a pair of black, strap up heels. Her short, black hair fell slightly into her soft eyes as she looked across the table at the two men that sat opposite her.

The first man, the one she was looking at, looked very important. He had an ora about him that just made him seem like someone that meant business. Right down to the twenty-dollar hair cut and expensive, pen stripe suit, this man looked like money.

To his right there sat a man that had "muscle" written all over him. A tight, black t-shirt showed off that this man had spent quite a bit of time in the gym, and probably a few dollars on steroids. His black skin was tattooed around his face with prison ink and on his knuckles he had spelled out "Hard Fuck".

Ada looked from the suit over to the muscle's knuckles. "That's a colorful nickname. Get that while in the pin?" Her voice carried nothing. She held what could only be described as a poker face.

The muscle kept the same face and acted as if the comment hadn't gotten to him. He kept his eyes focused on the small Asian woman that sat across from him.

"Ms. Wong," the suit spoke up "do we have an agreement or not?" He moved just slightly in his seat, crossing one leg over another.

Ada stayed silent for just a moment, letting the loud music move over her as she thought. "You want me to assassinate a man and his family for you." She wasn't making it a question, just repeating what he'd told her only moments before.

She smiled at the thought of it and leaned into the table a bit, so that she could be closer to him. "I want you to know that my services don't come cheap, and I don't do petty jobs."

The suit did not look pleased. A frown formed on his face before he ran his fingers through his hair. "Ms. Wong, turning down my proposal would not be advisable. I have over twenty armed men here in the club, all ready to do anything that I tell them."

"I want you to know that if you treasure your men at all, you'll let me walk out of here without another word." Her eyes turned cold as she settled back into her chair. "Understood?"

The suit made a hard swallow and then looked up at the muscle. "Jamison." A one-word command was all it took. The muscle, Jamison, reached back to the small of his back.

"Suit yourself." Ada said it with nothing showing in her voice. She leaned back on to the back two legs of her chair and put her right foot against the table, pushing it with an incredible amount of force. It hit both men in the stomach, knocking them over in their chairs.

Ada stood up from her chair and looked around the second floor for any way out of the dance club. By this time, the people at the other tables were looking at the scene with fear and confusion heavy on their faces.

"Get out of here." She barked at them over the loud music, but they just stayed where they were, wondering what was going on. "Now!" With that they stood up and made their ways to the stairs.

"Now for a little fun." She reached up into her dress to her gun holster that she kept on her inner thigh. It was a simple 9mm, but that was all she'd need.

The first of the men came running up the stairs and they all looked similar to Jamison in that they were all bulging with muscle.

"Hello boys, nice of you to join us." She said with a smirk.

The suit spoke as he stood slowly from the ground. "Kill her!" His voice was choked and raspy. He'd had the wind knocked out of him, so she decided to take care of him last.

Three men at first, then six, then eight came running up the stairs at her. She got in a firing stance and looked over the gun at the men as they rushed her. Some held knives, others held clubs, and one even held a pair of brass knuckles.

She eased back on the trigger and blasted a round into the first one's shins, sending him to the ground with painful cries. No one on the dance floor even noticed the gun shots due to the blaring music.

Ada looked at the rushing man and cocked her head to the side slightly. "No need."

She dropped the gun to the floor and ran over to one of the pool tables. She spun back around just in time to see the first of the men approaching her. He was empty handed and cocky.

She whipped her body around, sending her foot into his face. The heel of her shoe caught him in the cheek, ripping the flesh open and sending him to the ground.

Ada then placed her hands on the pool table and did a front handspring onto the table. Now her back was to the rushing men, so she looked over her right shoulder at one of them climbing up to be even with her. He had half of his body up when she did a back kick to his face, planting the heel in his eye.

The screams that he let escape his lips were that of nightmares. His hand went up to hold what was left of his eye in, and that was when Ada saw her opportunity. She spun around and gave him a hard front kick to the head, snapping his neck and sending him into the group of bodies that stood behind him. They all fell like bowling pins.

She hopped off of the table in the opposite direction of the staircase. She went over to the rack of pool cues and grabbed one off the wall. With that in hand, she made her way back over to the suit, slowly but confidently. He was bent over the table that they'd been sitting at, still gasping for breath. Jamison was still on the ground.

"This is an important lesson for you, no?" She looked down at him. "The lesson of the day is," she bent down to whisper in his ear "don't fuck with me." She sounded sweet, she sounded innocent, but everything else about her said something different.

She reared up with the pool cue and brought it down on his back with a wet snapping sound as the stick shattered.

With that having been done, she walked over to the railing and climbed up so that she was at the top, looking down. She turned around to the fallen men that were starting to get up.

"See you later, gentlemen."

Ada then did a back flip off the rail, falling to the first level gracefully. She spun her body a few times in the air before she let her feet get under her. She hit the ground, sprawled out with one leg straight out and the other bent up under her. She slowly stood up, smoothed out her dress, and headed for the door.