It's three months after the start of this story, and Ada Wong is actively hunting for the woman who was her perfect duplicate and nemesis...and she'll quickly discover she doesn't have to look too far! But Carla Radames has much to tell Ada on this fateful night. It's the twilight hours of Carla's life, literally, because the transformation she was forced to undergo isn't complete...not yet...

And for you Ada fans, don't get mad at me for the logical leap I make about something Albert Wesker might have done to her during the events of RESIDENT EVIL 2. I know Capcom never said such a thing happened, it's not canon, but they never said this couldn't have happened, either! Besides, how else would you explain Ada being able to come back from being mauled and then falling from a fatal height...only to return to help Leon (or Claire!) tossing them a rocket launcher at the end of the game? By all rights, Ada shouldn't have been able to even walk...unless...!

And DNA methylation is a real thing...Google it!

RESIDENT EVIL: GEMINI

by Charles Spencer

Chapter One

-1-

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia...9 months after the end of Neo-Umbrella.

Ada Wong was at the edge of the roof of one of one of the tallest skyscrapers. The exotic bombshell in red and black considered the cityscape carefully as she held the heavy-caliber sniper rifle in her gloved hands. She had been on the hunt for almost three months, ever since she and the rest of the world learned Carla Radames had escaped from a Chinese prison. Ada was frowning as she thought...her quarry had to be here somewhere, according to her best information. But where to even begin looking? Ada said softly, almost to herself, "Where are you, Carla?" She never expected to hear an answer...

But that was exactly what happened...she heard a voice respond from directly behind her, from an elevated position: "I'm here, Ada." The spy's heart damn near stopped. "I knew you'd come looking for me."

Outwardly, Ada didn't react...she looked down at the gravel roof and her lips formed a sour smile. She purred, "Well, this is awkward." Then like lightning, the lady spun in place and suddenly she was facing in the direction of the voice she heard, her sniper rifle ready to fire at her side. She knew how to fire any weapon from the hip, she had half a lifetime of experience in hostile situations, and she wasn't in the mood to hesitate to fire at that moment...

...but Ada couldn't help but pause when she saw the sight before her. She was looking up at her own mirror image, at Carla Radames, who stood on top of a ventilation unit several feet above the roof. She wore that dark signature scarf, her white dress with a familiar and daring low cut down the front. But Ada also saw Carla was unarmed...she saw the calm, tranquil expression on her mirror's beautiful face. Carla said, "You won't need that gun, Ada. I'm not here for a fight."

Ada's own expression hardened. "I don't care why you came to me...you have captured my curiosity, though. Make no mistake, I will kill you if you make the slightest move!"

The lady in white nodded. "Of course."

Ada rose to stand, her rifle never wavering as it was pointed at Carla. If the lady in red and black fired, the chambered bullet would have hit her target dead-center. Ada observed, "You called me Ada. The last time we met, you were completely deluded into believing you were 'the real Ada Wong' and I was an imposter."

"Would you believe that ever since you thought you killed me...I got better? I'm not suffering that delusion anymore. I'm not..." Carla looked down for a beat with shame, and then gathered herself to look into Ada's eyes as she said, "I'm not crazy anymore."

"It doesn't matter what I believe, Carla. I'm here to bring you in. Or I can just as easily take you down once and for all...doesn't matter to me either way."

Carla said quietly, "I know how angry you must be with me, Ada."

Ada's eyes grew even harder. "After everything you've done...setting loose a global pandemic and blaming me for it, trying to kill me...you have no idea how I feel about you."

Something shifted in Carla's eyes, a mirror of Ada's, as she said, "Actually, I do know. I know that as well as I knew I'd find you up here. You often like to look at things from as high a perspective as possible during a mission. It helps you focus your thoughts...more importantly, this far removed from everyone, you feel safe."

Ada stared at her mirror image. "How could you know that...?"

Carla smiled for the first time...a small, quiet smile full of knowledge. "That will take some explanation, Ada. I said I'm not here for a fight. Just to talk." She lost her smile as the tone of her voice shifted, became so needful: "Please, in the little time I have left, I need to talk to you."

For a moment, Ada Wong considered...and her rifle's barrel dipped a little and away from Carla. Ada said cautiously, "All right. If you want to explain anything to me, Carla...tell me why you say you have so little time left."

The need, the quiet desperation was in Carla's voice as she answered: "I'm dying, Ada. I've tried my best to delay it, but I only have hours left before...I'll be gone."

A long, quiet moment on that rooftop. Ada Wong's eyes quietly yet desperately examined her twin as she spoke. "I don't understand. According to all public and classified information I've gathered, the C-Virus was somehow purged from your system. You're human again, but I didn't hear a thing about you dying."

Carla nodded. "None of the information you did hear was false. After I became...well, relatively human, I was found and arrested by the Chinese military. They conducted a massive battery of tests to ensure the Chrysalid Virus was no longer a part of me." She hesitated before she added much more quietly, "And they weren't gentle about it."

"You launched a missile on Tatchi that infected hundreds of thousands of people who had to be destroyed before the vaccine could be created. I'm surprised China wanted to take the trouble to put you on trial before executing you."

"That surprised me, too. I wasn't in a mood to stay their prisoner to be tortured again and again, though. Even human, it was easy to escape from the prison they kept me in months ago."

"And you've been hunted by every law enforcement agency on the planet since. Now you say you're dying. Pardon me if I say I won't miss you when you're gone, Carla. The rest of the world would say death is the least you should suffer for all you've done."

There was such a sadness in the eyes that looked exactly like Ada's. Carla said softly, "I know, Ada. I know."

"So what's the point of talking to me? I'm not the right person to come see if you're looking for forgiveness in your final hours."

"Actually, you are. I am here to ask for forgiveness...in part. My situation has always been much more complex than you know. In fact, you may be the only one in this world who can possibly understand...and when I tell you everything, you'll realize my death will affect you most of all."

"Me...?"

Carla Radames said, "In order for you to understand, though, I have to start from the beginning. But I need to know you're ready to listen. I know I don't have the right to ask...but please, I need you to hear and understand what I need to tell you. When I'm done...you can do whatever you want with me."

Another quiet moment as Ada really thought about it. She couldn't help but feel the sadness and overwhelming need from the woman she stared at. Finally, she lifted the sniper rifle and pointed it upward in a safe position. Ada's stance was still rigid as she said carefully, "I'll hear what you have to say...I'll listen...and then we'll see what happens."

Carla managed a genuine smile...she made a gesture toward Ada, if was all right to come closer. Ada nodded, ever-wary. The mirror image dropped from the top of the unit to land on the gravel with practiced grace. Ada couldn't help but think that Carla did that in the exact same way she would have.

Carla Radames kept a respectful distance from the spy and began to tell Ada in brief her history...Ada already knew most of it, but she didn't know a great deal about the woman herself. Finally, she was given a much fuller picture of the one who had been both her mirror and her nemesis. Carla was once an incredibly gifted geneticist and virologist working for the U.S. government. Carla was also deeply insecure because of her relatively unremarkable looks - she was far from ugly, but she had never drawn the attention of another, either. The woman had such a dark self-image of herself, felt so achingly, horribly alone for most of her life...she thought she could kill her loneliness by devoting herself completely to her work. One day, she was noticed and recruited by the man fated to become the President's National Security Advisor, Derek C. Simmons, and she had no idea that was the beginning of a path that led to horrors unimaginable. At first, Carla didn't realize the depth of the situation she was in. She only felt a growing fascination and attraction for Simmons as he had her work on unsanctioned, criminal research involving viral and bio-organic weapons. She had lost sight of her ethics and committed entirely to her pursuit of knowledge for the man she was infatuated with, and Simmons knew how to manipulate her using her feelings.

Carla would have done anything for him...even when Simmons had her start Project Ada because of his obsession with Ada Wong, the spy he wanted yet couldn't ever have. Carla said, "Derek provided samples of you that contained your DNA. He never said where or when he got them, but I know now it wasn't long after you left Albert Wesker's employ." Ada stared at her, but Carla said, "I'll explain soon enough how I know that, Ada. I promise." For over five years, Carla tried to give Simmons what he wanted, to create a perfect genetic duplicate of Ada Wong...simple cloning would never have yielded the needed results, he wanted a creation who would be Ada body AND soul. Genetic manipulation and virology had to play a huge role in this forbidden experiment, and Carla even went so far as to use the C-Virus she'd perfected in the new Ada's creation. But no matter what she did, her every attempt led to failure. Unfortunately, and this was something else Ada hadn't known, Carla had no idea how impatient, amoral and pathologically obsessed Simmons was.

Simmons discovered by accident that creating life wasn't completely necessary...it would have more than suited his twisted needs to create a viral process that would rewrite one person's DNA to perfectly duplicate another's. And he discovered that Carla's genome would be a prime candidate for this process. She was taken against her will and subjected to a heavily modified version of the C-Virus, and contained mutagenic properties with Ada's DNA...it didn't matter the process put her through tremendous pain before the virus sealed her in a chrysalis to facilitate metamorphosis. One day under Tall Oaks in 2009, Carla was literally reborn as the perfect mirror image of Ada Wong...and her mind was ripe for reprogramming by Simmons to make her believe she was Ada, as well. To make her completely devoted to him in the darkest possible ways. He had made her into a version of the woman he obsessed over for so long who would give him everything he ever wanted, fulfill his every perverted desire.

Ada had no idea that Simmons could have been so monstrous...she never liked the son of a bitch from the first moment they met long ago, when she pegged him as a self-important, nihilistic manipulator far too proud of his own intellect...but for him to be that damned obsessed, and over her...?

Carla said, "But there were two things he didn't reckon on, Ada. The first was something we could never have expected. I discovered it from some of Simmons' most secure files I...obtained after I created Neo-Umbrella. It explained all of my failures, actually." She paused for a brief beat. "I don't know when or how Derek obtained the samples of you we used for Project Ada, but they had been altered at their base by a genetic virus.

"At some point in your life, you had been exposed to a variant of the Progenitor Virus."

-2-

Did you ever feel like everything came to a stop, like the world stopped turning and suddenly you felt off-balance when you heard the absolute LAST thing you ever expected to hear? That was exactly how Ada Wong felt as she stared at Carla Radames. The spy could only breathe, "Oh, my god." Carla knew, she thought. She knew a secret Ada had never, ever wanted anyone else to know.

But Carla Radames knew...the beautiful mirror image of Ada gazed at the spy and nodded. "Yes, Ada. I know what happened to you. None of those who were a part of Project Ada could have imagined your genome had been altered by a virus. We didn't see any abberancies, and we never had a reason to look for any, either. It's like when a forensics scientist is doing an autopsy on a murder victim killed by an exotic poison. The poison can't be detected unless the scientist knows exactly what to look for and where." Carla slowly moved, patient, past Ada toward the roof's edge...she gazed out at the cityscape as she said, "We didn't know you had become infected at some point before Derek obtained the samples of you."

Carla had already informed Ada that Derek Simmons got ahold of the spy's DNA at some point after the Los Illuminatos fiasco in 2004, after Ada made a break from Albert Wesker's employ. Ada remembered she met Simmons for the third and last time face to face late that same year, during dinner...she simply wanted his help to find new, gainful employment as a freelancer. But he was so focused on lecherously wooing her into taking up a relationship with him. Again. The dinner led them both nowhere - he wasn't much help, and she politely yet earnestly rebuffed the bastard. She left that dinner, and she couldn't recall anything out of the ordinary. But what about after she left? Carla did say it was about that time Simmons started Project Ada, and that dinner was when he must have gotten samples of the spy's DNA. Ada thought he must have collected everything she left behind. Saliva on her silverware and her wine glass. Skin flakes. Did that obsessed slime have someone go into the ladies' room after she took a brief trip there and...?

Thankfully, Carla spoke again and stopped Ada's mind from wandering in that uncomfortable direction. The lady in white said, "When I found out, the only questions I once had were when were you infected? And how?"

Ada had her sniper rifle still pointed skyward as its butt rested on her lovely hip...her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on Carla, still wide with the shock she was only beginning to recover from. She said, "I...I'll only say that it happened almost 15 years ago. I-it was during the Raccoon City disaster." Her voice was very thin as she managed, "I can't say anymore."

"You don't have to, Ada. I said it was a question I once had, after all." Carla was faced away from Ada, her gorgeous figure in white backlit by the great expanse of city lights. A beat later, when Carla spoke again, it seemed like every aspect of her voice had changed. Her tone, her every inflection and nuance had changed to become more confident and stronger, to sound exactly like Ada's voice as Carla continued: "Being a freelance spy for governments just wasn't rewarding enough, so you had recently shifted gears to become a corporate spy at that time. Your mission from your new client was to steal any and all research material involving viral and bio-weapon development from the Umbrella Corporation. Your handler, ironically, had worked for Umbrella, and you thought you could trust Albert Wesker." Again, Ada felt off-balance. "But he chose one lousy time to send you to look for B.O.W. research in Raccoon City - just before the outbreak that destroyed it. At one point you were grievously injured and very close to death trying to help that charming young rookie police officer, Leon.

"You had been mauled and fell from a height great enough to kill anyone...and you were so close to dying when Wesker found you." Carla spared a glance at Ada, her smile was intimate in this surreal moment before she looked away again. "He'd only say that it was a modified form of the virus that transformed him, made him more than human. You immediately began to heal very quickly, and you even found the strength to give Leon and his friend Claire a little more help before you escaped Raccoon City. The virus didn't just enhance your regeneration rate, it improved your reflexes and speed...your longevity has even been extended. You'll outlive ordinary people by - !"

Full of total dismay, Ada Wong almost dropped her rifle as she demanded loudly, "How the HELL could you know that?! Nobody but Albert Wesker knew what he did to me, and he's dead! I never wanted ANYONE ELSE to know - !"

Ada stopped awkardly as she saw Carla's posture shift...and shudder, as if from an arctic wind. The lady's head bowed briefly...and when Carla turned uneasily to look at Ada again, her face expressed that she had just undergone a tremendous labor. Carla Radames suddenly looked so weary...and so afraid, as well. Carla managed, in her normal voice, "I...I promise I'll explain, Ada. Please...give me a chance." Ada could only look at her mirror. Carla's expression calmed...as she gathered her strength, she looked away again and continued:

"Please keep in mind all of this I discovered after the fact. The combination of the Progenitor Virus variant in your sample and the C-Virus...wasn't a stable mix. I was affected the most on the neurochemical level. Even after Derek put me through that reprogramming to make me believe I was you, every fear and neurosis I'd suffered...amplified. The slightest thing would make me unstable. I-I needed medication constantly just to think straight and at least have a semblance of lucidity, and my belief I was you cemented into full-blown delusion. That delusion was compounded when I started hearing a voice in my head...thoughts that weren't my own.

"Your thoughts, Ada."

Carla Radames raised her hand and it turned to a fist to rest protectively over her bosom...she looked down and said thickly, "That was the second thing that wasn't taken into account by those in Project Ada. I didn't just inherit your DNA...I didn't just become a copy of what you are, I - !"

Ada Wong was completely astonished as she stared at Carla and interrupted softly, "You were inheriting my memories." After everything she had been through from Raccoon City to China, the spy made it her business to know as much as she could about genetics and viruses. She wasn't an expert, but she knew a lot. Ada said, "You're describing DNA methylation."

Carla nodded gently. "Yes, the chemical caps or methyl groups some scientists theorize preserve an individual's memories in their genes. But that was something no one involved in my...rebirth counted on. In spite of the fact that humanity deciphered the structure of DNA, we still don't completely understand how it works. But I've found out the hard way that when you transform one person into a genetic twin of another, I won't just inherit your appearance, fingerprints, metabolism and so on. Because your genetic code was modified by your unique experiences, by your very self, I received all of your defining memories and everything that went with them. Your personality. Your skills. Your feelings. Everything that made you Ada Wong was passed on to me, too.

"The methylation part of the transformation was slow and gradual, yet very strong. It was almost a kind of schizophrenia I suffered, believing I was you as I heard your thoughts come to me from nowhere. It was...disorienting, and didn't help my instability. I think Derek realized what was happening to me, and it scared him. I could sense his fear as he increasingly distanced himself. Even after he took everything away from me in order to make me you for his own pleasures. You must never have liked him, because your thoughts were urging caution, that he wasn't to be trusted. By that time I was completely unbalanced on the neurochemical level...I went insane."

Another long, quiet moment this night before Ada heard Carla speak... "I became paranoid and fixated on destroying the bastard and everything he represented. In secret, I stole his secrets to the C-Virus and began gathering the resources and manpower to begin the creation of Neo-Umbrella. It didn't take long, and in spite of my reprogramming, I still had all of my scientific knowledge. I sought to create new bio-organic weapons, new forms of life I thought of as my children." Carla's voice shifted to become much, much softer. "And all of that time, I never stopped thinking about you. I honestly thought you were an imposter and threat to me, and I became obsessed with the idea of killing you, as well.

"Unfortunately, I didn't realize that in too many ways, I did exactly what Derek wanted. He wanted to create the C-Virus as a tool in order to manipulate world events for himself and The Family. He turned my going renegade to his advantage, used me as part of his ambition to put his personal stamp on history and shape the future of our country and the entire world." Her voice finished on a note of elemental shame: "I became the monster that everyone would rally against as he pulled their strings."

Ada Wong never ever realized the depths of the hell Carla Radames had been through. Ada nodded and said quietly, "Derek was a very intelligent man, no doubt about it." She wished she could resurrect Derek Simmons so she could kill the bastard again, and very slowly.

Carla glanced back at Ada again...her lovely face was so haunted. "As for the rest...well, I don't have to tell you."

Ada nodded sadly. She remembered well the death struggle she underwent from a derelict submarine to Tall Oaks to China. And it all culminated in her battle with a woman who had suffered the most of all because of events...the woman who had become her mirror image and desperately needed help.

But could Carla Radames have been helped at all then? Could Ada Wong do anything for her mirror image now? She didn't know how to even start to look for an answer.

Carla looked out at the city, her eyes full of the regret that long ago virtually crushed her soul. "Now you know everything, Ada. You know the complete, pathetic history of a woman who could have done great things...but in my foolishness and then my insanity, I squandered it all. I lost everything..." She corrected herself quickly: "Well, I haven't lost everything yet. But soon, there will literally be nothing left of me. And you were right. People would say it's the least I deserve." She turned fully to her mirror image and managed a genuine smile. "But you know something? It felt...so good to be someone completely different from the woman I was. In spite of my intellect, I was a weak and quiet creature who latched onto anything that could make me happy. It's like the old story my mother told me when she put me to bed some nights about the ugly duckling. I was the ugly duckling for all my adult life, Ada. I never, ever saw myself as beautiful. I was so insecure and afraid and...so terribly alone. But believing I was you, that gave me happiness. Being Ada Wong gave me beauty and a strength and confidence I'd never felt before." Her smile faltered a little. "But being you will also mean my death...very soon now."

Slowly, carefully, Ada stepped toward Carla...the spy said, "You still need to explain that to me, Carla."

"You did almost kill me, but remember so much of my bio-organic material remained on that battleship. I was a kind of colony creature in that state: as long as some part of me remained, I could regenerate a new form. That's the only way I can explain my regenerating this new body, Ada. But I can only guess your enhanced DNA clashed with and finally purged the C-Virus entirely. My becoming human again came with an added benefit: the regenerative power in your genes also healed the neurochemical imbalances. I was sane again...I remembered for the first time in too long who I truly was. The Chinese military found me not long after that and they kept me prisoner for months. They tortured me every day to learn everything I knew, to be sure Neo-Umbrella was destroyed." Carla's expression became mournful. "But it wasn't long before I heard your thoughts again, Ada. It took me a while to fully understand what it all meant." Carla's eyes gazed into her mirror's. "I'm sure you can guess...?"

Ada nodded slowly as the sadness on her own lovely face matched her mirror's. "The DNA methylation. The process of my memories overwriting yours...it never stopped."

"And it intensified. The methylation process had clashed with the C-Virus before, which made its work slow, but after the 'competition' was gone...the process became even stronger. It was so strange to feel your persona along with mine in my mind...to hear your way of thinking react to my experiences. Again, there were benefits. So much of what you learned of counterinfiltration and espionage, they became a part of me. In spite of the fact I was alone, without any resources in a Chinese prison staffed by scores of soldiers, I was able to find a way to escape. But I also felt your voice becoming stronger, stronger than my own thoughts. Every day, I found I was forgetting more and more of myself - I was losing my memories, the knowledge I learned, and so much more a little bit at a time, every day. What I lost was replaced by your memories and all you ever learned and experienced. And I knew there could only be one possible conclusion."

Carla's self-assessment shifted - more and more, she spoke with forced neutrality. The undercurrent of fear and doom built in her lovely voice. And she still couldn't look at Ada. "I'm already a perfect duplicate of you physically, Ada. Soon, in a final irony, I will become you in every way that matters. Focusing on the memories that are really mine has helped, but little by little all I can do is chart the progress. Long ago, I wrote down a summary of each and every important memory of my life I could still recall. It was several pages worth of information. I repeated the process every day since, and the last I saw, I had less than a page left. I've tried every way possible to hold it off the transformation, but I can't. The rewriting even progresses during my sleep, Ada. They say sleep is a little death, right? In my case, too much of me dies each time I sleep...and now there's so little of me left. It's been over five days since I had any rest, because I know if I do, if I close my eyes..."

Ada's boots softly crunched on gravel as she slowly, carefully approached Carla.

The lady in white began to speak again, and the tremor in her voice was full of despair: "I can't change what's inevitable, Ada. I don't know how. Even...even my soul will be transformed completely, my identity will be gone and literally duplicate yours." Carla finally turned to look at Ada as she drew closer...Carla's eyes were haunted, desolate. "The thought of that terrifies me, Ada. I'd rather die my own true self than be...erased. Dying might even be justice after everything I did." Shamefully, the lady turned back to look at the cityscape. She was very quiet for a moment. Then... "Such a lovely view from up here...it really does clear one's thoughts."

Ada slowed as she drew closer...her expression was so soft... "Carla..."

Carla let herself begin to weep...the tears flowed down her cheeks as she mused, "It would be quick, wouldn't it. Hell, from this height, I might die long before I hit the ground. I-I wonder..." Her clouded vision fixed on the roof's edge.

"Carla." A gloved hand fell softly on Carla's trembling shoulder...so warm, so strong...

...but the feeling gave the mirror image of Ada no solace... "...I...I-I wonder why I'm hesitating, y'know? I-I did the most criminal things be...b-because I was hopelessly devoted to a total bastard...and that was before he changed me, turned me into an insane mass-murderer. It's all going to lead to my ceasing to exist. Oh, god..." She lifted her hand from her bosom to cover her mouth to stifle herself as she began to sob...her wet eyes squeezed shut as she moaned, "I ruh-ruined myself for nothing, Ada. For nothing."

Ada Wong drew close to Carla's side, her hand still resting gently on the shoulder of her twin in white. Unfortunately, Carla was right. She was in part responsible for the path that led her here. Wasn't she? Ada's voice was surprisingly soft as she said, "I can't disagree, Carla...but at the same time, I have to. Your insecurity led you to doing bad things for Simmons. But you were changed against your will...you couldn't help losing your mind and then doing things even worse. And I don't care anymore about what you tried to do to me." Carla shuddered as she wept and shook her head, her hand still stifling the sound of her crying...but Ada pressed on, her expression full of compassion. "I never knew how much you needed help, but now...at least I have an idea of how things were for you. And I won't hold you responsible for what Simmons made you become." Her words got through, but slowly...gradually, Carla's crying eased...and finally she managed to look at Ada, her eyes wet and full of uncertainty. Ada urged quietly, "I promise you, Carla, that's how I feel. Anyone would say you weren't responsible for your actions if they knew as much as I do now. You weren't in your right mind for the longest time, and Simmons even used that, just like he used everyone and everything. In the end, you were as much a victim of his machinations as those who died because of the C-Virus."

Carla's crying eased further until she managed to compose herself a couple of moments later. She looked at her mirror and managed sadly, "Calling myself a victim doesn't help at all." A trace of a rueful smile formed on her lips as she wiped at her cheeks with her hands. "Ha...i-it would actually feel better to be called a monster..."

Ada smiled warmly at the woman who was once her nemesis. "Well, you're absolutely not a monster, either. How about this? You're just...human. That's all." Ada drew very close to her former nemesis then, and one of her gloved hands lifted to Carla's face. Her thumb sweetly brushed at Carla's wet cheek...

...and Carla's breaths became shaky for a moment as she and Ada paused and couldn't help but gaze at each other quietly for a long moment. It was as if a spark figuratively ignited between the two women. Carla's expression was of quiet surprise...but she felt so good, she didn't back away from Ada's touch as she said softly, "I-I don't deserve that, Ada."

Ada realized, and in contrast she quickly lowered her hand from Carla's cheek...but she didn't move, either. Ada finally purred, "Carla, I learned a very long time ago that no one deserves a damn thing in this world. You'd have to blessed to have something simply given to you. No matter what we want, we have to earn it...even fight for it tooth and nail if we have to. I know it can't help much to say those things, but I hope it's enough." Could it have been enough in this woman's final hours...? Ada Wong's eyes then gave Carla an examining look as she thought of something. "Carla...you said what's happening to you would affect me. Why?"

It was Carla Radames' turn to look at Ada curiously...her full lips frowned as she told her mirror, "Isn't it obvious? Very soon, there are going to be two Ada Wongs in this world. I'd say that would have a huge affect on you."

To be continued...