This may be the last update for a while. I know how I'm going to plan out the rest of this story, but I want to have time to flesh out some ideas and make it really good. So here's chapter four. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Audrey is mine. Everyone else belongs to Capcom.

Bold- Ada's POV

Italics- Dream Sequence

Everything was quiet as I began dreaming of my family. Alexis, Mom, and Dad were there, smiling at me as if there were no other concerns in the world. That was how things used to be.

"Audrey!" Dad cried, waving to me from the top of a hill. I pictured myself running; however, time was slowing down around me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Audrey!" Mom and Alexis shouted this time, joining Dad. At least Randy wasn't anywhere in the picture! That was how it was supposed to be, not with my parents divorcing and my mom finding a bastard for a boyfriend.

Getting back to the dream-like state, I was still slowing down, and as my father continued to call out to me in slow-motion, his voice was soon replaced by a loud horn reminiscent of SpongeBob's alarm clock…

TOOOOOOOOT! The piercing sound right next to my ear was enough to make me jump out of bed right away. Screaming a little bit, I immediately leaped out of bed, throwing the covers off of me in a hurried fashion. Looking around with a wide look in my eyes, I tried to find the source of the sound and wondered where the fire was. Never in my life had I been woken up in such a military-style fashion.

"Rise and shine, kid," a familiar voice greeted, and I turned to see Jack Krauser at the foot of my bed, holding a horn in his hand and trying not to laugh. Krauser! I thought angrily, grabbing my pillow in my bunk and throwing it at him.

"Krauser, you asshole!" I cursed, "Do you know what time it is?"

"Five thirty in the morning, Fagan."

"Go away and let me go back to sleep."

"Not a chance."

Sighing, I stood up, making sure not to hit my head on the bunk above me. Folding my arms and facing the large soldier in front of me, I continued, "Well, since you've rudely interrupted my sleep, tell me what you're doing here at this hour."

"Enough with the attitude. Wesker sent me to get you. He has to ask you some questions."

I tilted my head to the side and laughed sharply. "Oh, so you're Wesker's bitch, huh?" I replied, "I've only known you two for a day and I already see how this is going to be."

"Keep talking, kid, and I'll put you back on that island where I found you!"

"Try it." I narrowed my eyes and flexed my fingers as menacingly as I could, even though Krauser and I both knew I wouldn't be able to hurt a fly.

"Let's go!" And before I could protest, Krauser was already throwing me over his shoulder once more.

"And again with the shoulder riding," I mumbled, "Will you at least let me get dressed first?"

"We're halfway there already." And indeed, I looked up to see that we were near Wesker's office already.

"Put me down!" I demanded, and to my surprise, Krauser did…by slamming me to the ground.

"Not like that!" I grumbled, which finally set Krauser off.

"Listen!" he snapped, "I don't like you, and you don't like me. Let's just end it there."

"Fine by me," I muttered, pushing past the soldier and heading into Albert Wesker's office. I had to admit that he intimidated me a little bit, a first in my book. I was usually the tough one; I was the one people were afraid of. But now that it was reversed, I didn't know what to make of it.

Wesker looked up as soon as Krauser and I entered the office, and I swallowed my slight fear. I refused to show any sort of emotion until I knew what was going on.

"Sleep well, Miss Fagan?" he asked, taking in my slightly puffy eyes.

Glaring at Krauser again, I snapped, "I would have if he hadn't gotten me up like a soldier." The muscular man shook his fist at me out of Wesker's line of sight.

"Well, then," Wesker continued, "I suppose he told you why he was bringing you here." I nodded.

"I just need to know where you're from," he explained, "You had no knowledge about Umbrella from what I saw the other day."

I shifted my eyes back and forth, trying to think of something to say. How could I explain my situation? Well, I sort of got sucked into my videogame. Yeah, that would go over really well with these two men. So instead, I lied, "I'm from Saddler's island. I was being held captive there by some of the soldiers, and I was in the middle of escaping when Krauser found me." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping that this story would pass the test. Unfortunately, lying was something I was good at, and I wasn't proud of it.

Krauser didn't buy it, though. "Liar," he hissed, "You looked like you didn't know what the hell was going on."

"Only because you found me when I was running away from them! You didn't see what happened before I showed you the jail cell I was in."

"I'm really starting to regret bringing you back here, you know."

Snapping his fingers again, Wesker silence both of us. "Thank you, Miss Fagan," he thanked me, "And now, it's time to run some tests on you."

I narrowed my eyes. "Tests?" I echoed, "What tests?"

"Remember the virus I injected into you yesterday?"

I nodded.

"I want to see how it's progressed during the night. Just follow us." And grabbing me roughly by the arm, Krauser escorted me down the hallway as we followed Wesker. What would happen from here, I didn't know.

After punching a code into the door in front of us, Wesker led me and Krauser back into the testing center. He approached a large capsule in the corner of the room and pushed some more buttons on the side. As the door to the capsule opened, steam raced out of it, and I stared into it as Wesker and Krauser faced me. "Really?" I scoffed, "I have to go in there?"

"I need a full body scan of you," Wesker explained.

"Just get in, kid," Krauser snapped, pushing me inside and closing the door behind me. I looked around in anticipation, wondering what Wesker meant by "tests". Two minutes later, however, I realized exactly what he meant by "tests".

From the top of the capsule, a strange, blue mist suddenly rained down on me, and it smelled so terrible that I had to hold my nose in order to stop myself from breathing it in. On a monitor in the far corner of the room, I spotted an X-Ray of myself, and I realized that the mist was scanning through my night clothes. Slowly but surely, my DNA was appearing, and I recognized the various double helixes from my high school biology class. What I didn't expect, however, was the rapid mutations taking place inside of me, which scared me, if I did say so myself.

"Interesting," I heard Wesker mumble from the other side, "Very interesting."

"W-Wesker," I choked, feeling my face start to turn red from lack of oxygen.

"It seems she is undergoing a rapid mutation as well," Wesker continued as if I hadn't gasped for air, "Granted, there will be pain for a couple of weeks, but I'm sure she will move on from it."

"Wesker," I repeated again, clutching my throat. And then, in a last attempt to save myself, I began bashing the glass with my fist, knowing very well that I could cut myself. Better that than the alternative, right?

However, Wesker seemed to realize I was still in the capsule, so he pushed another button, causing the blue mist to stop pouring into the area and opening the door ahead of me. Staggering out of there and collapsing to the floor, I coughed and took deep breaths. Krauser didn't move forward to help me, and to be honest, I didn't expect him to. Instead, he stood where he was, staring down at me apathetically.

"You are so weak," he muttered, which did not go unnoticed by me. However, I chose not to say anything about it. Not yet, anyway.

Looking up from the X-Ray, Wesker gestured to me. "Come look at this, Miss Fagan," he said, moving aside so that Krauser and I could look. I nearly gasped at what I saw. My original DNA was still there, but in between the double helixes was something new, something I had never seen before: strands of red and blue.

"What…?" I gasped, "What…is this? What did you do to me?"

Reaching for a sterile knife, Wesker tested it to see how sharp it was before running it across my arm, making a rather deep gash in the process. "Ouch!" I cried, holding my bleeding arm.

"Watch that cut in a couple of hours," he said, "And you'll see."

Pushing past him and Krauser, I began to make my way out of the lab once more so that I could go back to sleep. Krauser had rudely barged into my room before, so any more hours of sleep would be fine by me.

As soon as I returned to my bunk, I slammed the door shut behind me and willed myself to go back to sleep. This is just a dream, I told myself, Just a crappy dream. When I wake up, I'll be back in my own bed at home. And with that thought in mind, I closed my eyes and fell back into a restless slumber.

Normally, whenever I woke up at home, the sunlight streaming in through my window would be the culprit. So when I woke up seven hours later and noticed that there wasn't any sunlight (or anything, for that matter), I knew something was wrong.

Gasping, I sat up in bed, looking around as I held my arm up to my face. The cut from a few hours ago was gone for the most part, but a scar still remained, though even that was fading with time. Throwing the covers off of me once more, I leaped out of bed, dashed towards the bathroom, and began to clean myself up a little bit, taking off my blue-stained night clothes and changing into a T-shirt and sweatpants. Everything fit too big, so I assumed these belonged to Krauser. Whatever, I thought, going out of the room to find Wesker once more. I didn't want to run into Krauser again if I could help it.

Just like earlier that morning, I found Wesker hovered over something, so I knocked at the door to let him know I was there. "Miss Fagan," he greeted, spinning around in his chair to face me, "You're awake again. How's your arm?"

Without saying a word, I stepped forward and showed him the healed cut. He ran a gloved hand over it, which made me shiver a little bit.

"Perfect," he mumbled, "It seems to have worked on you as well." Reaching for another scalpel this time, Wesker made a similar cut on his arm, making me cringe a little bit at the sight of blood.

"Look here," he ordered, and I forced myself to watch as the gash healed just like mine did, only his was much faster.

"It's a regenerative property," he explained, "It is common in everyone injected with this experimental virus. I've named it the 'W-virus' after myself, of course."

"The W-virus?" I echoed. Wesker nodded, but seeing as how he and Krauser were both secretive yesterday, I wasn't about to ask the questions that I wanted to ask.

Suddenly, he got up from his chair and practically teleported over to where I was. One second, he was by his desk, the next, he was pretty much on top of me, causing me to crouch down to the ground in shock.

"Holy shit," I gasped, "How the hell did you do that?"

"It's quite simple," Wesker explained, backing off a little bit, "I can see the world at any frame rate I want to. The faster the frame rate, the faster I can move. Watch." Picking myself up, I began to sprint to the other side of the lab, but due to his super speed, Wesker caught up with me and stood in front of me with a grin on his face.

"Whoa," I whispered, "That's so cool!" Then, after thinking for a second, I added, "Can Krauser do that, too?"

"To a certain extent."

That was awesome! I thought, Maybe being here wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"You will get used to being here, Miss Fagan," Wesker assured me, "Krauser's been with me for two years and he's proven to be a valuable asset. So has Agent Wong."

"How did you meet the two of them?" I asked.

Once again, Wesker conveniently avoided my questions, which made me feel suspicious once more. I could tell that asking Wesker or Krauser questions would be like pulling teeth: a total waste of time. So I decided to just leave. Along the way, I had the good fortune of running into Krauser head on. Falling to the ground, I looked up at the larger soldier, who was dressed in all black with his signature red beret and scowl whenever I even so much as glanced at him.

"Watch where you're going," he snapped, pushing me out of the way slightly as he approached Wesker's lab.

"You watch it," I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, rubbing my burning shoulder in the process.

Krauser stopped in his tracks, whirled around to face me, and growled, "What did you say?"

"I said, 'You watch it'!" I replied a little louder.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" the muscular man demanded.

I had to laugh. "Oh, excuse me," I said, "Sorry I'm not letting you talk to me like I'm a piece of garbage."

At first, Krauser didn't even want to reply to that, but when he did, all he said was, "Really? Take a look in the mirror." Before I could say anything, he was already gone, leaving me pouting and wondering what he was talking about.

Two months later…

"No!" Krauser snapped at me, "You're supposed to aim it over there!" He pointed to the target on the wall, which I had tried to shoot at for the last five minutes.

I reloaded my gun and sighed. "I told you," I fumed, "I've never worked for a secret agency before! And my combat knowledge is zip. So deal with it!"

"Oh, give me that thing!" he growled, marching over and yanking the gun from out of my hand.

"Can't you see I'm trying to learn?" I asked, my cheeks turning red with fury, "I'm so sure when you learned this for the first time, you didn't pick it up in a few minutes, either, so don't give me that."

Two months had gone by since I joined up with Krauser, Wesker, and Ada, and I decided that if I was going to be working for Wesker, I would have to learn hand-to-hand and armed combat. Krauser never disguised his strong dislike for me, either. Every time we were even in the same room together, we could never talk civilly without jumping down each other's throats. Wesker found all of this amusing, however.

"Don't you two ever tire of arguing with each other?" he asked as he walked by with a coffee cup in his hands.

"Nope," Krauser and I answered in unison. We then glowered at each other as I snatched my gun back.

Wesker shook his head, laughing a little bit, as he walked away to talk to another one of his agents.

"I don't see why Wesker wants to keep you so badly," Krauser mumbled, "Because I sure don't."

I glared at him. "Yeah?" I challenged, "Well, that's Wesker's decision, not mine. So there's nothing you can do about it."

"A very poor decision…" Krauser whispered under his breath. I faced him again.

"What's your problem?" I demanded.

The other agent widened his eyes. "What's my problem?" he echoed, "What's yours? You've been difficult from day one!"

I faltered for a minute. "That's just who I am," I replied, even though Krauser wouldn't buy it. Instead, I pointed the gun at the target again and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through the air and managed to strike just beneath the target.

"Not bad, Fagan," Krauser complimented, "Now that you've gotten past the bitching at me part."

I turned and smirked at him. "Just a temporary truce," I assured him, "But thanks." I wiped my forehead of the beads of sweat that were forming there.

"Greetings, Krauser," Wesker's voice poured from Krauser's pager, "If you've finished arguing with Miss Fagan, come see me in my office immediately. Bring her along, too."

"Yes, Wesker," Krauser replied, "Right away. Come on, let's go."

"Go ahead without me," I told him, "I'll meet you there." He stared at me suspiciously, but walked away anyway. As soon as he was gone, I turned my attention to a dartboard I had noticed when I first walked into the room. I remembered Alexis and I used to play darts all the time when we were kids. Alexis. She must have been worried sick about me. Her, Mom, and even Randy. I had been missing for two months now! Had they gone to the police? Were there "Missing Teenager" fliers of me posted on telephone poles? I didn't want to think about it. I had to find a way to get home soon!

I walked over to the dartboard and began removing the darts so that I could play for a few minutes. I figured that this belonged to Krauser, since his name was written in marker on the back. Before I could throw any darts, however, the bulls-eye caught my attention as well. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a photograph of someone. Someone that I had seen before. Even though the picture was covered in holes, I still recognized the blonde hair, the determined frown, and those blue eyes.

"Leon Kennedy?" I whispered, remembering the face I had seen on the front cover of Resident Evil 4. What was his picture doing as the bulls-eye of this dartboard?

"Audrey!" Krauser's voice snapped from behind me, "Are you coming? What are you staring at?" I didn't respond, and I saw his gaze move away from me and to the dartboard.

"Oh," he snorted, "Yeah." He grabbed the darts out of my hand and began aiming them towards Leon's picture. Most of them hit the bulls-eye.

"Why do you have Leon Kennedy as the center target?" I blurted out, gasping and covering my mouth two seconds later after realizing what I had done. Krauser turned to face me with a rage that I had never seen in him before. To tell you the truth, it was quite terrifying.

"How do you know Leon?" he demanded, glaring at me.

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me, I thought, so instead, I answered, "I-I don't. I just heard the name somewhere, that's all."

"Where?"

"I don't know!" I insisted, "I probably heard Agent Wong mention his name or something."

Krauser threw the remaining darts on the floor, grabbed my shoulders, and growled, "Listen to me, Fagan. Leon is scum. He's fighting against us. He doesn't understand that Umbrella is leading a good cause."

"But I thought everyone liked Umbrella!"

"Not Leon. He thinks he's saving the world, but he's only making it worse. Don't feel sorry for the guy." He let go of me and beckoned me to follow him out of the room.

"You're taking this pretty personally," I commented once we neared Wesker's office.

"Don't worry about it," the agent said dismissively, waving his hand.

"Everything's set," Wesker announced to us as we sat down, "You two are free to begin your mission tomorrow."

"What about Agent Wong?" I asked.

"She will begin hers as soon as you two are finished with yours."

"Thank you, Wesker," Krauser thanked him, "We won't let you down."

"I will keep in touch with all of you through your communicators. Are they in order?"

I held mine up. "Got it," I announced.

"Rest up tonight. You both will need it."

Later on that night, I practiced my armed combat while I prepared myself for this harrowing mission we were about to embark on. It would be dangerous, which made me a little nervous; I was always a daredevil at home, but I'd never tried kidnapping the President's daughter before! If we were caught…I didn't want to think about it.

Bam! Bam! Bam! The blast of my handgun echoed in my ears, giving me a little bit of a headache, but Krauser said I would get used to it after a while.

Krauser. He was way too defensive over the whole Leon situation. I admit I shouldn't have blurted out his name, but I couldn't help it. Something definitely happened between them, I thought, And I'm going to find out what.

"Hey, Audrey!" Krauser called, knocking on the door, "Are you almost ready yet? We're leaving in twelve hours!"

"Almost as ready as you are!" I replied, rolling my eyes to myself. Which is not at all, I thought.

I tightened my robe around myself; I had just gotten out of the shower and I was about to go to sleep.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"If you want to," I said, and I heard the clicking of the door opening. As soon as Krauser stepped inside, he marched over to me and looked me in the eyes.

"Let's get something straight right now," he started, "This is my mission. Wesker's just letting you tag along for the ride. So do me a favor and don't stand in my way."

"HA!" I exclaimed, "I don't think so, Mr. Bossy. Wesker assigned this to both of us. We both kidnap the President's daughter for Saddler, we both find the sample, and we both get the credit!"

"Well, you're really determined, aren't you?"

"I'm not here for nothing, you know. Wesker wants me to help Umbrella, so I am. Isn't that enough?"

"I'm never going to hear the end of it from you, am I?"

I smirked. "No, you're not."

"You're impossible." Krauser rolled his eyes and walked out of the room once again. As soon as he was gone, I changed into a pair of pajamas I had found in the corner of the room. As I crawled into bed, I tried to quell my nervousness. In twelve hours, I will commit the biggest crime of my life! I reflected as I closed my eyes, What would my family think if I ever tried this in real life?

Sleep did not come easily to me that night, so when I woke up again twelve hours later, I was still nervous. I took another quick shower and changed into a black, short-sleeved T-shirt, black shorts, and short boots. I tied my hair into a high ponytail and strapped a belt around my waist. In the belt, I slipped my handgun, a few first-aid supplies, and two grenades. Since I was so nervous, I choked down a granola bar I had stashed in my room.

Krauser was waiting for me downstairs as I got myself situated. "Well, it took you long enough," he commented as I stumbled down the stairs.

"You're not funny," I snapped back tiredly, "Aren't you nervous like I am?"

He shook his head. "Not in the slightest." Of course not, I thought viciously.

"Make me proud!" Wesker called to us again as we left and climbed into one of the company cars. Krauser took over the wheel and drove while I checked to make sure we had all our supplies.

Of course, it had taken me a long time to adjust to the fact that the United States had a different president. President Graham and his daughter, Ashley. She was a college student attending a university in Massachusetts at this time, and we had gotten word that she was about to head home for vacation. Perfect.

This also meant I was stuck in the car with Krauser for almost seven hours. "Listen," I began, "If we're going to pull this off, we need to stop arguing with each other."

"Finally!" Krauser replied, "I've been waiting for you to say that, since you're always the instigator."

"I am not! I woke up having no idea where I was! You couldn't have expected me to just take it with a grain of salt."

"How did you get here, anyway?"

I paused. Once again, he wouldn't believe me if I told him, so I just shrugged. "I don't know," I replied, even though my answer had some truth to it.

"I'm willing to stop arguing if you are. So are you?"

I sighed. "Yes, I am." We shook hands, and then there was silence once again.

"Leon was my partner a few years ago," Krauser explained three hours later, "We went to South America to investigate reports of BOWs there. Of course, later, I found out that Leon was really on a secret mission for the president. He was supposed to completely eradicate the virus from that area. And I was pretty much just tagging along for the ride."

"Hmm, I wonder where I've heard that before…" I muttered under my breath, but Krauser continued as if he hadn't heard me.

"There was a girl we met. Manuela Hidalgo. And she was infected with the virus. Her powers were amazing! And Leon made her feel bad about them afterwards. He failed to see how she was capable of changing the world. She was strong, and she grew stronger the longer we stuck around with her. It wasn't only that; I was forced to leave the military because my arm was injured down there. So, now do you see why Leon is our enemy?"

I didn't reply at first, only letting this story sink in. When I was finished thinking about it, I said, "That's terrible."

"So that's why we have to stomp out our enemies."

"Got it," I replied, settling back in my seat. If Leon did all these terrible things, why was I supposed to be playing as him in the game originally? I thought to myself.

Four hours later, we arrived in Massachusetts, and to our fortune, we spotted Ashley Graham. She was walking down the street and was flanked by two body guards. "Let's go," Krauser said to me. I nodded and we both hopped out of the car.

"Give us the girl!" Krauser demanded, pointing his machine gun at the two guards. The two of them couldn't see our faces due to our masks, but they pointed their guns at us anyway.

I reached forward and tried to grab Ashley, but the guards knocked me out of the way. That didn't stop me; I picked myself back up and knocked one of them to the ground while Krauser defeated the other one.

"Help!" Ashley cried, "Someone help us!" I looked up and watched as she began running down the street.

"Audrey!" Krauser shouted to me. I nodded and sprinted after the President's daughter, though she didn't get too far due to her tall boots. I grabbed her by the waist and also brought her crashing to the ground. Frantic footsteps approached me, and I glanced up as Krauser nodded to me and I handed Ashley over to him.

"Get off of me!" Ashley snapped, "Let me go!" She kicked and punched at Krauser, but she was no match for him. He dragged her back over to the car, and I kept my gun pressed into her back, just in case she tried to run. When we arrived back at the car, Krauser reached for a bottle and a scarf. He poured a few drops of the liquid onto the scarf and covered the President's daughter's mouth. She struggled, putting up a surprisingly good fight, while I attempted to get her into the car. We didn't want too many people seeing us carrying out this action.

Krauser finally managed to knock Ashley out five minutes later, and before we could ponder the situation any longer, we were already speeding away from the area, leaving the two dead bodyguards where they were. "Oh my God," I gasped, looking down at my hands.

"I cannot believe we just did that!" I continued, "We kidnapped Ashley Graham and killed those bodyguards!" I had to admit I was a little freaked out. No, scratch that. Make that completely freaked out!

"Anything to keep Umbrella alive," Krauser replied nonchalantly. I just stared at him for a minute before sighing.

"Is that what it's going to take in order to restore our reputation?"

"I've told you before. We're not going to let anyone stand in our way."

Suddenly, something changed; I felt weird. Different. Maybe even a little bit excited at what we had just pulled off. "Count me in!" I cried, a smile forming on my face.

Krauser smirked at me. "With Wesker, it's not so hard to get pulled into his cause," he explained, "He's a very determined man."

"Yeah, I can tell."

We drove to a secluded area, where a small jet waited for us. Three men dressed in monk outfits greeted us, and in rapid Spanish, they hurried us onto the plane. Ashley remained knocked out the whole time, which I was relieved about.

The plane took us across the Atlantic for another seven-hour ride back to Spain, but I didn't recognize the area we were arriving in. It looked like a village of some sort, but since it was late at night, nobody was awake. Instead, the three monks directed us through some doors and passageways until we arrived at a church. Waiting for us on the other side was none other than Lord Saddler.

"You did it," he commented, clapping his hands and smiling at us, "I knew you would pull this task off. Bring the girl here." I handed Ashley over to Saddler and then stepped back to watch one of the monks. He took a needle out of his pocket, and the small syringe contained a purple blob that I had never seen before.

"Soon, she will fall under our spell," Saddler whispered, "And so will the rest of the world."

It was time. I could tell. Because Wesker had just called me on my communicator not too long ago and informed me that Krauser and Audrey completed their mission. Guess it was time for me to begin my part.

Before I did, however, I remembered the chaos reigning throughout Washington, D.C, over President Graham's missing daughter. I would have been remiss not to explain what I knew about Ashley Graham's whereabouts, so I hopped in front of my special computer and typed up an anonymous letter to the government.

"Perhaps you may have figured it out already, but Ashley Graham is being held in a village in Spain. Here are the exact coordinates of the location. Anonymous." I provided the information necessary for them to track down the location of the village.

Suddenly, my communicator burst with static again, and another voice appeared, this time not being from Wesker. "Remember, Agent Wong," it told me, "Don't forget to retrieve the sample! This is very important!"

I sighed and closed my eyes for a minute. Rubbing my temples, I replied, "I won't. Over and out!" I disconnected the call and began yet another dangerous mission in the field: to keep my agenda and motives a secret.