Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, however the events that happen in this fic, are entirely mine.


Our Little Game…

By: Vogue Dirge

"He and I still have time to
continue our little game of cat and
mouse before the next move is played.
This mission may be over, but the battle
is just beginning."

Chapter 1: La Femme Ada and the One Who Survived

Paris France, the city of lights and romance was alive and vibrant under the sleek black chopper that sailed over it. A soft whirring from the propellers was the only indication of a disturbance to the ever peaceful air of this Parisian wonderland.

Ada Wong crossed her legs so that the slit in her red dress revealed more of a silky Chinese thigh, almost porcelain, almost a work of art. Her eyes searched the streets below as the chopper got lower and lower towards a rooftop. Ada always loved Paris in the summer, so soft and delicate. Yet the summer of Paris would be lost to Ada, for she was far to busy to roam its streets and enjoy its beauty. The case that held Las Plagas sat next to her on the seat. She could feel the power coming from inside the titanium box, even without looking at it. Goose bumps erupted on her arms and legs at the realization of what she had to go through to get it, but then again, it wasn't like she did not expect her little vacation to be sunscreen and bus tours.

Ada put a hand on the case, not looking at it, as if checking if it were truly there.

The horror of the last days made her want to curl into a ball, but her dignity and pride held her strong like it always did. Some would call her an Ice Queen, Ada called herself Strong.

The chopper landed on a dark rooftop looking out at the Eiffel Tower, its lights burning as if it were on fire. The propellers stopped and Ada opened the sliding door and jumped onto the concrete roof heels clicking against the ground. Ada turned and grabbed the cases handle and slid it from the seat. This thing was heavier than she had thought.

Looking around she nodded to the pilot whose name was Chester, an employee of the Organization. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Chester nodded and sat back in the cockpit. Ada was to return to the chopper, after Ada dropped off the sample.

Moving swiftly to the rooftop door and opening it quietly Ada entered Le Chateau, a cheap hotel the organization had planned to make the drop off. Inside the building Ada could hear the soft mutterings of French conversation. She couldn't understand what they were saying exactly, Ada had failed French in high school. On the fourth floor landing she smelled the odor of cheap perfume wafting out from under a door. The occupants were giggling and moaning.

"Moving on…" Ada said to herself and descended the last set of stairs to reach the room on the third floor. It was room 302, just to the left of her. This landing was perfectly quiet, unusually so. Ada faced the door and knocked three times, then slid her finger down the chipping paint, making a sound like chalk lines being drawn on a chalkboard. This was the identification to her partner to signal that it was her. Ada waited for a few seconds, hearing nothing move inside the room. Ada sighed deeply and pressed an ear to the door…silence. Ada tried the signal once again, but when she drew her finger down the door again the door pushed open very slowly.

Ada's eyes narrowed, something was very wrong. Her hand moved to the gun in her thigh holster. She slipped the firearm out and pulled back the hammer. She set down the case slowly and gripped the gun with both hands.

Moving close to the door and opening it slowly with the barrel, then she pushed hard and dove into the room, rolling on the old carpet. She stood one knee, her gun aiming everywhere quickly.

Nothing. No burst of a round, no sudden movement.

Ada slowly stood and started to walk towards the only door in the room. It was a very small hotel room. The kitchen was the living room, and the bathroom was right next to the ugly space heater.

The door creaked and Ada stood still, waiting a few seconds and then moving. Reaching the door she pushed it open all the way, her left hand fumbling for the light switch. She found it, the room suddenly illuminated by an ancient light bulb swinging from the ceiling. On the floor lay a bleeding body. She walked quickly to it and bent down, noting the river of blood now flowing from the head. Looking at the face she knew it was the one she was supposed to meet, a large chunk of his forehead gone, exposing a white and dying brain.

"Shit"

The roaring a helicopter blades made Ada look up at the window directly in front of her. A bright light suddenly went on from the roaring machine, blinding Ada. She threw her arm up to cover her eyes. Her eyes adjusted just in time to see the gun turret slowly starting its revolving. If Ada didn't move she was surely to become Swiss cheese.

Ada Wong sprang backward from a crouched position back flipping in the air, her red dress billowing around her. The hand that wasn't holding her gun met the floor, open palmed. Just as gracefully as she did her back flip, Ada hand sprung out of the bed room door just as the tatatatatatatatatatatat of the mounted machine gun broke through the whirr of the helicopter's blades.

Bullets tore themselves through the small and sad looking sofa, and sank themselves into the wood floor making it splinter. Ada hugged the wall, catching her breath and quickly thinking of her next move, eyes darting around the room.

"Well damn, not many options." Ada said to herself.

The sound of the machine gun firing stopped and the sound of the helicopter's whirr came closer. She was right in front of the other window. Looking down Ada saw the space heater and she smiled. Running to the door and turning just as the ominous chopper appeared in the window, Ada raised her gun.

Bang Bang BOOM!

A wave of heat hit Ada and she stumbled back slightly, turning away from the harsh fumes. After the smoke had cleared Ada looked back to see an enormous hole in the wall, the chopper gone, flames rising from the street below. Ada heard screams as people leaving their rooms, screaming in French. Bending down and grabbing the case, Ada decided to get the hell out of that damned hotel.

Running to the stairway people ran past her, down to the street to see the flaming inferno that was her nemesis moments earlier. She kept her head down, taking the stairs two at a time. When she reached the rooftop door she kicked it open with a heel and stepped out into the summer night. There was the chopper, good. Ada swiftly moved toward it, hoping Chester had no questions; she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Stop right there Ada Wong."

The hair stood up on the back of her neck, but she kept her cool. Straightening up she stopped, dead still.

"Drop your weapon"

Ada turned her head slightly, hoping to get a glimpse of the bastard that dared order her around. A smile flashed on her face, a memory of the encounter with Leon Kennedy in the bedroom of the castle. The sharp and masculine voice spoke once again, a hint of anger in it this time.

"I said drop your weapon."

Her pistol fell to the floor with a clack. Who was it that caught her like this? The voice wasn't smooth like Wesker's or burly like Leon's. Ada lifted an eyebrow.

"Now, turn around slowly and slide that case to me."

Aw, the moment she was waiting for. Ada slowly turned, her eyes locking on someone she hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Hello HUNK, darling" Ada gave him the smile she had given to Leon before she had left him in a puff of smoke.

The man with the short dark hair and the chiseled features looks back at her, lust and resentment afire in his cold grey eyes. He said nothing to her to acknowledge that he knew her. A TMP was pointed at her, its barrel's gaze as cold as its wielder's.

"Slide over the case."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, you see, this is very important to the Organization."

Hunk Lowered the TMP and spit on the roof top, a manly gesture that made Ada cringe.

"The Organization can suck my fucking cock" he said simply. Mr. Death wasn't simply going to let Ada walk away from this.

"Is that how you speak to a woman HUNK?"

"You're not a woman, you're a harpy bitch."

"Ouch, you're going to make me cry if you keep talking to me like that."

"I'll give you something to cry about if you don't slide over that god damn case."

"I'm not in the mood for love making right now HUNK; I'll have to take a rain check on that."

Hunk clenched his fist, his grip tightening on the TMP. He was getting mad, something Ada wanted; people don't think as clearly when they're angry.

"Now as much as I'd like to stay and catch up I've got to be going."

Ada started to walk backward to the chopper, Chester staring wearily at the Demi-God with the automatic weapon.

"You're not going anywhere bitch!"

HUNK suddenly raised the TMP pointing it at Ada, but Ada was faster. A thin black chord shot at HUNK's weapon and wrapped around the barrel. Ada tugged hard and pulled it from his gloved hands. The gun flew off the side of the building as the hook shot came quickly back into the hook shot gun Ada brandished. She slid it back into is holster and bent down and picked up her pistol, sliding it next to the hookshot.

"That was fun. See you later." Ada said as she tossed the case into the chopper and lifted herself onto her seat.

The chopper fired up and started to slowly lift from the ground. Ada looked at the shocked look upon HUNK's handsome face, and smiled.

Ada breathed out heavily as they once again glided over Paris. Ada had a feeling the days ahead we not going to be easy at all. An ominous feeling bloomed in Ada's chest like some sinister flower opening up to soak in the rays of harsh times.

The road ahead would be littered with death and tragedy.

Ada knew this.


A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this first chapter of my story. So much more is to come in this story, and for all you people who like some zombie and monster killing action, this story has that in store, if not in the next chapter then the third.

Next chapter will have a few canon cameos, so stay loyal! Cameos include Leon and Wesker.

I will be in Hawaii next week, BUT I will be writing the next chapter in my free time, and ready to just type it up when I get back and update.

Remember be kind and REVIEW it really does keep me motivated.