A/N: I really am sorry it took so long to update, but a lot has been going on. Today I finally had a large portion of free time and I finished up this chapter. The next chapter might be up as soon as Wednesday, but then again, probably not. Continued feedback appreciated, y'all are the best.

The telescopic scope of Ada's Dragunov rifle rested comfortably on her right eye as she peered out into the horizon. As her view settled on the house of her first hit, she withdrew from the lens, and rested the rifle on her shoulder. She needed a better vantage point if she was going to get a clear shot; something that couldn't be accomplished on the hill that she was currently positioned. Quickly she analyzed her options, before narrowing down her choices to two locations.

The first was a four story grain silo with a narrow balcony towards the top. It would provide a flawless line of site to the house, with perfect visibility of all the front windows and the door. There was nothing to obstruct her view and nothing to interrupt her concentration. And that's exactly why Ada decided against the location. If Wesker was going to strike early, this is undoubtedly where he'd launch the attack. Ada figured that it was probably rigged with explosives or under surveillance by a hostile sniper. It was too convenient; too easy. And none of the missions Wesker had assigned her had ever been easy.

She allowed herself a small smile as she made her way to an abandoned barn. She wasn't going down that easy. As it was she was settling on a much less ideal location. From what she could tell the barn had only one window that would suffice, and even then it was on an unforgiving angle. Nevertheless, a difficult shot was preferable to the possibility of walking into an ambush, and Ada was never one to take a needless risk in order to make things easier on herself. She set down her rifle and pushed open the large door to the barn.

"Anyone home?" She called into the darkness that greeted her. As expected, the only response was silence. She walked into the shadows and silhouettes of the barn and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. Through the dirtied and breaking down equipment of the barn she made out the form of a ladder that ascended to a loft above. Ada mentally mapped out a path to the ladder, making careful note of obstacles on the ground. With a sigh she closed the door to the barn encompassing the decrepit building in a pure darkness; trading vision for the security that no one would be able to sneak into the place unnoticed. She cautiously made her way to the ladder and climbed to the floor above.

A small portion of the second story was illuminated by a faint glow from a small circular window. She groped her way over to the light, unable to make out her surroundings. When she made it to the window, she dropped to her knees and rested the scope on the edge, peering out into the grey Romanian countryside. The floors creaked uncomfortably under her, and as she began to peer through the scope of her rifle, she found her concentration interrupted by a nagging fear that the floor would collapse under her.

She regained her composure when she settled in on her target's house. As predicted, the angle of the shot was not the one which she desired; but she had faith in her abilities. She was prepared to settle in 

and wait for her target to return home; but to her surprise she saw a man sitting in front of an open window.

She readjusted the sight until she could properly identify the man. It was him; it was definitely the same man from her briefing. But now he looked much worse for wear. He was slouched over in a chair, and even from her distant perch she could make out some bruising. She paused a moment before taking the shot; pondering the implications of the man being there. Perhaps his presence indicated that she was just on another mission, that her paranoia was an unjustified manifestation of her uneasiness after her betrayal.

A sudden wave of relief washed over her, and after a quick scan of the dark barn she raised her rifle again; murder on her mind. She lined up the shot and tried her best to calm her breathing. Finding the trajectory path she wanted she took a last look at her target, who seemed to be squirming as though he had some sort of divine knowledge that he was about to die. Ada took the shot.

As the deafening crack of the shot shattered the silence, as the force of the gun's recoil reverberated through her, as the spent cartridge danced on the floor by her feet a pang of guilt swept through her, dispelling any relief that she had felt upon the realization that she might have been set-up by Wesker. She had killed an innocent man, one who was crusading to bring the secrets of a corrupt corporation to justice.

"Get a hold of yourself," she muttered as she rationalized her actions. It was no time to get weak; she still had two more hits to carry out. She tried to calm herself by retracing the steps of the mission in her mind. Her next target, located approximately two miles south of the barn was a young brunette woman. There wouldn't be much of a chance for a long range hit, so she would have to take her out at close proximity. But first things first; she had to inform Wesker of her progress.

She pressed the call button on her earpiece and was instantly connected to command. "Chris Holland has been neutralized. Making my way over to Ms. Shepard's now." She reported as she peered through the scope on her rifle to affirm that she had scored a kill. Telltale blood splatters on the wall behind where he used to be confirmed she had.

"Good. What's your current position?" Wesker answered. Ada paused a second, her old fears resurfacing. Perhaps the question was a mere formality, but her instincts associated a much more sinister motive with it.

"Ada, tell me your position," he repeated, this time much more forcefully.

"Some sort of grain silo," she lied. She heard the faint sound of crackling in the dark below. Her heart froze and her eyes widened as she came to a realization that someone or something was down there. She heard movement below; it was faint but she had trained herself to pick up on such sounds.

"Are you going to continue to deceive me until the end?"



"Wesker, what is this?" She whispered harshly as she franticly scanned for any escape options. The small window was too constricting to fit through and could cause her to break a leg if she jumped through.

"Your lies got you into this Ada, but they won't get you out."

She looked back to the ladder. She could try and make it down the ladder, but the barn door was closed and wouldn't open easily. She couldn't fight, simply because she couldn't see. She attempted to grope her way over to the ladder, but the darkness concealed the path and her progress was slow. "A bomb in my hotel room not your style? I'm flattered you'd go through all this effort just for me, but bringing me to Romania just seems excessive," she said, trying to conceal her fear with sarcasm.

"Your betrayals elicited something a bit more… extreme"

She was in a cold sweat as she stumbled around; not knowing what was down there or exactly where she was going. She made it to where the ladder was propped up against the loft. She pushed against it and it toppled to the floor below. That could buy her enough time to formulate a proper plan. The distinctive sound of footsteps and the creaking of the floorboards created an even larger concern for Ada. Someone was upstairs with her. She crept behind a box and closed her eyes, trying to think of any strategy that could save her.

"You won't be the only one to die in Romania," Wesker continued, purposefully pausing to let the intent of his words sink in.

Ada froze immediately, suddenly feeling very, very sick. The sound of approaching footsteps suddenly faded out and the fact that someone had raised the ladder she kicked down was temporarily meaningless. "Leon…" she involuntarily whispered.

"My men inform me that he has already been killed. He came to gather information about hostages. One of which you just got through murdering."

Ada felt her hands quiver as she opened her mouth to reply, but found herself at a loss for words. She hung her head as she dropped to her knees. Somewhere in the distance she could hear someone climbing up the ladder, and the creaking of footsteps became more prevalent. She gulped in short, raspy breathes of the stale air. Thoughts of Leon overpowered concern over the imminent danger she found herself in. She remembered the sad smile he bore when he stepped out of her car as the voice of Wesker once again entered her head.

"You chose this fate and sealed his Ada if you hadn't…."

"FUCK YOU," she screamed as she tore the earpiece off and smashed it into the ground. She quickly pulled a knife that she carried on the side of her leg out of its sheath and stood up. Her eyes focused on the shadowy form of an approaching figure and she threw the knife with all the force she could muster. The knife smashed into the torso of the shadow, and Ada could discern that he appeared to be looking at the object that was protruding from his chest. Shit, he must be wearing Kevlar.



But he was distracted and that was all Ada needed. She burst out from behind cover and bounded through the darkness to the ladder. She remembered seeing a rotten pile of hay before she closed the door to the barn. With reckless abandon she grabbed the top rung of the ladder and leaped through the darkness to the floor below, bringing the ladder and the figure on it down with her.

She flew through the air as the surprised yelp of the man climbing the ladder filled the barn. The sensation of falling ended abruptly as her senses were assaulted by the hay that broke her landing. It smelled horrible and burned against her skin. But it was better than falling prey to Wesker's cronies, and she quickly found herself back on her feet, using her memory of the layout of the barn to close the distance to the entrance. She heard the man from the ladder get up, and a loud thud lead her to guess that the man from the second floor emulated her escape plan. She wrenched the door open, and slowly it creaked wide enough to allow her passage to the outside.

She ran towards where she had left her car, for inside of it was a wide assortment of weapons. Her rifle was discarded by the window and she had Beretta, but it wouldn't pierce the armor that these men were wearing. As her car came into view, Ada felt herself knocked back by a shockwave. She instinctively turned away as her vehicle was engulfed in a bright explosion.

The two men had emerged from the barn as Ada desperately searched for cover. She saw one of them was carrying a sub machine gun, but she seriously doubted he would use it. Wesker wouldn't go through all of this just to gun her down. She found her back against a tree, and pulled out her Berretta. A sporadic burst of gunfire erupted, just close enough to Ada to cause concern; but she reassured herself that they weren't aiming to kill, just aiming to scare.

She fired a few shots back, hoping to scatter and isolate the two. It didn't work, and they continued their cautious approach to the tree. Ada could now feel their presence mere feet away from her, signaling her window to strike was closing. One of the men rounded the tree as Ada moved in the opposite direction to attack. She caught the other off guard, and grabbed him by the back of the head, slamming him face first into the tree. He instinctively brought his hands to his face as he buckled at the knees. Ada capitalized on the opportunity, smashing her elbow into the area of his neck where his body armor ended and his helmet began.

As he collapsed unconscious to the ground she continued around the tree to where the other man was, and she found him facing the opposite direction. She gave a swift kick to the back of his legs, sending him sprawling to the floor, and causing him to drop his gun. She picked it up and pointed it at him, "Take off your helmet or I will kill you," she commanded.

Slowly he removed the helmet, which also had a pair of night vision goggles, and set it on the ground next to him. He had short brown hair and brown eyes that showed no sign of fear. In one swift movement Ada brought the butt of the gun straight into his face, instantly knocking him out.

She wasted no more time and ran off in the direction she had dropped Leon off. If there was a chance; any chance that he was still alive; she needed to be by his side.