Heather

"You what?"

Heather gave Jack Krauser a bewildered look, the man had just told her that he kidnapped the President's daughter Ashley Graham to gain the trust of the Los Illuminados cult leader Sadler.

The seventeen year old looked at the older man like he had lost his mind; however, they were far from law abiding citizens so she really had nothing to say to him.

Since Wesker had started allowing her to work on missions with him, She had met quite a few "gifted" people. Like Jack Krauser, he had a special arm that he could summon whenever he wanted to. Krauser and Heather also shared the same virus that flowed in their veins: the Veronica Virus.

"I kidnapped the President's daughter." Jack repeated to her.

"I heard that," Heather snapped, using her feet to turn her chair to face away from the window that she was peering out of prior to his statement. "What compelled you to do that?"

Krauser looked at her, the long scar on his face stretched as he raised his eyebrow; pausing in the action of tossing his knife in the air to turn in her direction.

"Wesker gave you and I orders to get Sadler's trust," He explained, pointing the knife at her. "So Sadler told me to do this for him and I did, now we're one step closer to gaining the sample."

"Ah, so he told you to do that." Heather replied, understanding. "You didn't just decide to do that."

Jack nodded, tossing his knife in the air and catching it; he looked troubled but Heather didn't care enough to ask what was going on in his head, she had enough on her own mind as it was.

Like the fact that Ada was nowhere to be seen and kept sneaking off to do her own thing, they needed to discuss information on the sample.

"Wonder where Ada is." She wondered aloud.

"Was just thinking the same thing."

Heather grabbed the edge of the chair and pushed herself up, her legs had been feeling a little sore since Wesker had started sparring with her. Krauser took a step to help her, but she waved him off. She stood up straight and stretched, her joints cracking loudly as she did; and a huge satisfied sigh escaped her.

Krauser threw Heather an amused look, and tossed the knife in the air again.

The door to the room opened and Ada walked in, her stride confident and smooth; her red dress fluttering behind her.

"You're late."