(This is another preview for a new fanfic. This is Pre-Leon's Companion. For those of you who have read Leon's Companion, you can find out what exactly happened to Claire over those years, here!)

They were poking her... cutting her... and injecting her. Weapon... Assassin... The two words echoed in her mind as she drifted in and out of consciousness. This wasn't a part of the deal... this wasn't supposed to happen... they weren't supposed to. One of the men standing over her pulled down his medical mask... - Alfred!

Claire awoke with a loud scream. She breathed heavily, looking around her room frantically. She slowly calmed down when she saw no Alfred, sighing in relief. "Good... it was just a nightmare..." she moved sweaty bangs from her face, staring down at the bed, her attention falling on her right wrist.

A barcode was tattooed on her wrist. She sighed heavily, closing her eyes. She was no one, now. Her only identity was the barcode. Chris Redfield never had a little sister, and Mr. and Mrs. Redfield never had a daughter. She was non-existant... so she could become anyone, be anything, and do anything.

She did it for her brother... and anyone else she had contact with. Umbrella wasn't gone yet, and she didn't want herself to be used against Chris or the others. She was an assissn for the government... and was going to protect her brother at all costs.

They called her Crimson Angel. She wasn't really sure why, exactly, but she was one of their best assassins. She trained hard, and did her best. She could move more swiftly and silently than most others. Her kills were clean, and untraceable. And if she ever left any finger prints, blood, or any other trace of DNA, they couldn't trace it to her. She didn't exist.
But then there were her scars.

She traced her fingers over the scars on her arms, looking to them. She had dreams about how she had gotten the scars... but she didn't actually remember ever getting them... there were so many. She closed her eyes, lowering her head. She felt like she was missing some things, but couldn't place her finger on it.
She glanced to the door as a folder slipped under her door. She stood up and walked over to it, kneeling and picking it up. She never really saw her employer, or employers, but they usually slipped her assignments under the door. Walking over to the bed, she sat down and opened it, slipping a picture off a paperclip in it. Her eyes widened as she stared at it.

"No..."
She dropped the picture of Leon in shock, but looked to the other picture, of a female with black hair, then into the folder of her orders, which caused her to sigh in relief. It was only stating that this woman... Ada Wong... had last been seeing with Leon S. Kennedy. Leon wasn't her target. For that, she was greatful. She didn't want to be forced to hunt him.
She read up on this woman, and moved hair from her face. She worked for Umbrella... and had been seen a few times with a man with sunglasses and blonde hair. "Wesker..." she growled slightly. If this woman had something to do with her brother's enemy... she would gladly take her out. She stood up and tossed the folder down, getting dressed into the outfit she frequently wore on her jobs: Black form-fitting pants and tanktop, along with a trenchcoat.
After she got her equipment and weapons, she headed out of her home, getting on her motorcycle and taking off, ready to eliminate her target.