We sat in the chopper, me trying to take a well deserved nap while Sherry was trying to make conversation. While to her the silence might have seemed awkward, I welcomed it. There weren't many times I'd get a chance to be surrounded by complete silence, I enjoyed being able to spend even a few short minutes in silence.

Sherry's mumbling was cut off by a phone. An annoying little device with the most infuriating ring tone I've ever heard. "Yes. . . but there's something I need to run by you." She says into the phone.

"Mr. Muller is requesting compensation for his cooperation." She paused, waiting for her superior. "Fifty million dollars."

I sat up at that and looked to Jake. "Fifty million dollars? Whose egg and sperm did you come out of to be worth that much?" I asked, looking him up and down.

He smirked, but said nothing to my comment. Instead he looked out the window and waited for Sherry to be done talking to her boss. She said a series of 'yes's and 'I understand's before finally hanging up. Jake sat down across from her. "So, we got a deal?"

She nodded. "Yes, we have a deal."

"That was easy." Jake stated, looking around with a grin. He glanced down at a patch on his jacket, one I had been offered but refused. He ripped it off and threw it to the ground.

I wanted to make a sarcastic remark about this, but decided not to. I instead sighed, laying back down and draping my arm over my eyes once more.

"By the way," Jake started, ruining the silence once more. "That guy you were all chummy with back there. . ."

Sherry frowned, leaning forward when he didn't continue. "You mean Chris?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"What about him?" I asked sitting up. "I could give you a full description, but I don't really want to bore you with the small things."

He rolled his eyes. "Forget it." He muttered, shaking his head as if to shake the thought away. I dropped it there, ready to lean back once more until something crashed into the chopper.

Crash isn't the right word, more like something bumped into the chopper. I was knocked off my seat, I quickly rolled and landed on one knee. "What the hell was that?" I asked, looking around the chopper.

My question was ignored, like all my other comments. One of the sides was peeled off, sparks flying as the door barreled towards earth. With the door now gone, a B.O.W. was revealed. The thing was huge, but nowhere near as big at the others.

He was reaching for Jake with a metal hand. Jake easily dodged his advances. "This guy doesn't know when to quit." Jake shouted, backing up and pulling a gun to shoot the beast.

Sherry followed his lead in shooting the beast, while I ran to the pilot. "What the hell it that thing?" I called, not entirely reaching for my gun yet.

"A B.O.W." He called back. "I've called another chopper, it should be here any minute and you can switch onto that one."

I nodded, looking back at Sherry and Jake. As the behemoth disappeared I heard something being thrown at me. I looked down in time to see a grenade at my feet. "Holy shit." I muttered, kicking the thing away from me.

I ducked away from it as the thing blew up a few small boxes. The cockpit burst into flames as the pilot jumped out. "Jump to the next chopper!" He shouted, opening the side door.

I didn't need any further coaxing, but Sherry and Jake were there before me. Jake helped Sherry, throwing her across the small space between the choppers. Once Sherry was on the other side, Jake looked to me.

"Need help?" He asked, gesturing to the chopper.

I shook my head. "No, I'm good." I told him running through the door, and jumping. I pulled my knees up to my chest and flung my body forward in a somersault, before landing on my feet in the other chopper.

I looked back at Jake and smirked. He didn't look as amused, but I saw a ghost of a smile on his face before he jumped as well. His jump wasn't as graceful as mine had been, the chopper exploding pushed him the rest of the length he need to reach the chopper. His hand almost missed the leg of the helicopter.

I went over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "Seems like your the one who needs help." I muttered as he passed me.

He said nothing to my comment, like always. There were two torrents on the other side of the chopper, and while they were shinny, nice and new I was more interested in the back of the chopper being ripped off the hinges.

Jake was the first to reach the torrent, Sherry right behind him. I snarled out as I realized I was stuck with my small little handgun. I took it out and aimed at the beast.

Before I could shoot, something hit the side of the chopper. "We can't take anymore hits!" Sherry shouted. "Aim for the missiles!"

"Missiles?" I muttered, stepping between the torrents. Sure enough, the choppers were shooting small grenades at us. Sherry aimed for those, while Jake ignored her plea and shot at the choppers.

I on the other hand, focused all my attention on the B.O.W. I shoot twice, missing both times until I shot it in the arm. It lost it's grip on the chopper, but quickly swung to the other one.

I continued making the beast play hop scotch with the choppers, while Jake took them out one by one. When the last chopper went down the B.O.W. launched forwards to the chopper we were in. I fell back on my butt as the chopper tipped towards the beast.

I quickly grabbed onto something so I didn't fall, aiming for the beast once more. I shot it in it's eye. Only it wasn't an eye, it seemed more like a red lump on his face where his eye belonged.

The behemoth bellowed as he fell back, though that didn't balance the chopper out. It still tipped until Sherry and Jake were falling off the edge. I hesitated once more, I could let them die and escape or I could be a nice person.

I groaned, reaching out for a parachute and deciding to be a nice person. I dove after them, grabbing Jake by the collar of his jacket and Sherry by her belt.

The parachute flew open when I pulled the line, only problem was the chopper that came down. One of the fans came down, ripping part of the fabric. We crashed into Earth, Sherry and Jake fell from my grasp as I barreled into the snow and darkness took over.

I couldn't even fight, the darkness bit fast and I was under in less than a second.

I was suddenly surrounded by sound, music of some kind. It was calming, considering the previous situation. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I was dressed nicely for once in my life, a black dress with the back almost completely ripped out and replaced with lace. The sleeves were completely lace and the bottom hugged my body, ending at my mid thigh.

My hair was short at this point, each delicate curl placed neatly around my head as I looked around. I had a small glass of champagne in my hand, the other hand placed on my hip. I wore black heels with little black bows over the buckle that made me seem six inches taller.

"You've grown into quite the woman." I turned to Wesker, the voice sent a shiver down my spine. I smiled, as if I didn't have control over my body.

"You could say that." I told him, shifting my weight to my right foot. "This is quite the birthday party. Excella is one lucky girl."

Wesker didn't smirk or smile, his contact covered eyes looked away to the woman herself. I did look nice, but I wasn't showing off my cleavage to any man who would look. She wore a silver dress, the neckline dipped in a 'V' shape ending at her glittery belt to show off he breasts. The dress ended at her butt, just barely showing off her butt cheeks.

"You could say that." Albert said, glancing back at me. His eyes were brown, but that wasn't his actual eye color. He often wore contacts to events like this, mainly because Excella's father found it rude when he wore his shades.

I finished off my champagne, setting it down on a passing server's tray. "When we're done here, will there be enough time to stop by the shooting range?" I asked, glancing around the room for my sister.

"I'm afraid not, our flight for Africa leaves about an hour after the party ends." He told me, pausing as I continued my search.

"I should probably tell you now, Ada has left us."

My eyes widened at this new as I glanced at him. Why would she leave? She's the one who brought me into this, why would she just abandon me. "Did she tell you why?" I asked, covering up my shock rather well.

I had never been good at bottling up my emotions in front of other people, especially Wesker, so when he moved on from the topic I was slightly concerned. "No, but she did leave a present for you." He told me.

This information surprised me more than anything else he could have said. "A present?" I asked as I furrowed my brows. He simply nodded in response.

"Yes, it was in a small box. It's back at the hotel." He told me. "I'll give it to you when we stop to pick up our luggage."

I nodded, not saying anything else. I could chose to be pissed at Ada for leaving me with this sociopath, but that would waste too much of my effort. I wasn't a child anymore and Ada was an adult. I need to stop using her as a crutch and make my own decisions.

I was tempted to leave the party early, but knew that wouldn't be wise. Excella didn't like me, leaving would only make her despise me more.

I never needed Ada to deal with Excella, I don't even think Ada met the woman. I could handle the slut by myself, but Wesker insisted I try to be nice to her so I can hopefully rise in the company itself. My 'job' wasn't much anyway, I was a paper pusher during the day. Until Wesker needed someone to do his dirty work. That's where Ada and I used to come in.

Ever since she went to Spain in 2004, she had been distant and I'd gone on far more missions. Now that I think about it, I hadn't seen her since she left. Was Wesker sparing my feelings? But what about that present? How long had he had it.

"Something on your mind, Adne?" Wesker asked.

I glanced to him and debated whether to ask. Wesker was always a secretive man, and he never did anything without a reason. "Ada didn't just leave, did she? She quit a long time ago."

Wesker stiffened, but didn't deny it. "Sometimes I forget how intelligent you are." He smirked, though to anyone else it would have looked like a smile. I knew him enough to know he was just putting on a show.

Wesker then nodded. "She quit after her mission in Spain. The present she left was something one my housekeepers found in her room before leaving."

I narrowed my eyes at him as he spoke. "Why didn't you tell me?" I growled out. I mentally scolded myself for showing any emotion right now, but the idea of Ada leaving me again hurt more than I could say.

"I thought it might distract you from the mission."

I narrowed my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "Then why tell me now?"

"You were growing suspicious, were you not?"

I took a deep breath, letting my arms fall to my sides as I relaxed. "I appreciate you looking after me, Albert." His actual name sounded odd on my tongue, but he had requested me to call him Albert during party's like this.

"But I'm not a little kid anymore, I never really was. Ada leaving is something I should have noticed earlier, since I didn't I don't think I need her all that much." I paused, my eyes trailing around for a waiter. "I'd appreciate it if you don't tip toe around my feelings next time, I can handle it. Now if you'd excuse me, I'm going to go find another glass of champagne."

Wesker said nothing as I left, then again I didn't give him much time to do so anyway. I walked calmly to the other side of the banquet hall and picking a small glass off a waiter's tray.

Though I was considered Wesker's assistant in Tricell now, I didn't know many of the other people in the company. I wasn't even sure if this party consisted of employees, though I wouldn't put it past Excella to have to buy her friends.

As I downed my champagne the devil herself showed up, her stiletto's clacking against the ground. "I'm glad you showed up." She said.

I gave her a fake smile that I'd perfected long before I met Wesker. "I wouldn't miss it."

"Right." She dragged the word out, as if she didn't believe me. She probably didn't, but I think that had more to do with the fact that she didn't like me in the slightest. "So, I heard from Albert that you will be accompanying us to Africa to check on our facilities there."

I nodded. "Yes, I will." I really hoped she wasn't going to ask about what I knew of the facility. From what Wesker's told me, she doesn't know that I know about the experiments. I wasn't sure if he wanted to change that by taking me with to Africa, but I didn't want to be the one to blow my cover. "I'm really excited to see what you're working on."

Excella nodded. "Indeed, it's quite fascinating work we have in the African branch. Do you know what we're working on?" She asked the one question I'd been hoping she wouldn't.

Instead of freaking out like I would have when I first arrived her, I simply shook my head. "No, but Albert said it was important. I've only gotten small little things that he doesn't go through himself." I told her, avoiding anything that might get me in trouble.

Excella nodded. "Why does Albert trust you?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

I frowned at the question, stiffening once more. I gently placed my drink on the table behind me and turned back to Excella. She continued though, ignoring me. "I've looked you up, there are no records of you here in London. I looked into you degree and found that it had been faked, though whoever did it was really good. Albert is the one that convinced me to hire you, so why does he have so much faith in you?"

I took another deep breath. "My sister used to work for him, I've known him since I was fourteen years old." I told her the truth, taking out the fact that I was Wesker's personal hit man.

"Really? That's it?" She asked.

I resisted the urge to narrow my eyes at her, knowing that would upset her. "Yes, what else would there be?" I asked her, leaning forward a little to intimidate her without actually threatening her.

Excella grumbled under her breath before turning around and stomping off, something I could never do in heels with that thin of a stiletto.

Wesker come over to me then, sparing one glance at Excella's retreating form. "I thought I told you not to piss her off." He snapped at me, though he didn't sound angry. He said it in a way that made me know I was in trouble without letting anyone else know he was mad.

I resisted to roll my eyes, yet again. "She's just upset because she thought there was more to our relationship. Something that isn't there." I told him.

He remained emotionless as I spoke, then nodded. He quickly followed Excella over to her father, ignoring my completely. I snickered as she threw herself at Wesker like a puppy slut. It was not attractive, but Wesker was smiling at her. He was using her, making her think she was important to her so she'd continue their work.

The thought made me smile as I grabbed another glass of champagne. This was going to be a fun night if she kept throwing herself at him.

So, chapter 3. Sorry it's been so long, it's been a while since I've played and although I want to keep the story going I want you to know about her past. You know the facts, but I've decided I'm gonna show it in flash backs.

Y'all don't even know the half of it, so thanks for sticking with me, I know I haven't been all that good at updating, I've just been feeling like absolute shit.

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-mistysherwood1