Chapter 9 - 1995
"P-please! Don't do this! They are innocent!" The man got down on his knees in front of Ada as he begged for mercy. The rest of his three family members were tied up to various tables around the living room and his youngest child was wailing loudly. Ada was tempted to put a bullet into the squalling brat's head. She walked up to the man and pistol whipped his face, hearing a loud crack emanating from his nose as fresh blood poured down his nostrils.
"You know the rules," she said dispassionately, looking down at his pathetic face. The Academy had a strict policy about dating and marriage. It was forbidden but this particular agent managed to escape the system. Too bad his whereabouts were eventually discovered.
The man wiped away the blood with the back of his hand and glanced up at her with steely determination, "Then I will have to fight you." Before he could even make the first move, a gunshot rang out, and the crying stopped. The man stared, bewildered, as all the life was drained out of his son's body. His wife and daughter were stunned to silence.
"I wouldn't do that." Ada replied coldly, ignoring the pool of blood that gathered underneath the child. It was a threat that was so plain and obvious. If he made another move, his family will suffer the consequences.
"The rumours of you being a cold hearted bitch are true." The man spat some blood out of his mouth.
"So you've heard about my reputation." The raven haired woman spoke nonchalantly and walked around the room to size them up. "I am not here to talk, unfortunately. Nor am I here to offer you a deal."
She waved her Beretta in the air, "It will all be quick and simple. You will feel no pain." Ada stopped in front of the man again. "Goodbye."
The spy took aim and the man's wife protested loudly but her screams were hopeless as her husband soon fell dead to the floor, sporting a bullet hole on his forehead. Without wasting any more time, she fired twice, successfully completing her assignment. Ada carefully stepped around the corpses and headed for the garage, grabbing a can of gasoline.
She made her way upstairs to pour liberal amounts of flammable liquid around the house and also planted explosive charges on the structural supports. The Academy wanted absolutely no trace of the dwelling. Tossing the empty can on top of the man's body; Ada made her way outside for some fresh air before getting into her car.
When she was a distance away, Ada triggered the detonator and she could spot the ball of fire and explosion in her rear view mirror as the house went up in flames.
It was another job well done and her phone beeped with an incoming message. She gave it a quick glance and spotted the congratulatory note, a picture of her father, as well as the five figure sum that would be deposited into her Swiss account.
The fairly good looking man beneath her held her hips tightly, leaving fingernail marks on the skin. Ada continued to swivel her hips in a circular motion, eager to get him to reach his peak and he responded by leaning up to catch her dark nipple in his mouth. Ada let out a soft moan, smiling appreciatively at his efforts. Not many men she bedded were attentive to a woman's needs. He was definitely an exception.
Perspiration gathered on her scalp and she was so tempted to rip the blonde wig from her head and toss it away but she had to keep up with her disguise.
Ada moved her body down, pressing him to the bed as she changed to a new angle of penetration that stimulated a spot within her. The man grunted, obviously approving of her ministrations, and released her breast with a pop as he wrapped his arms around her, feeling up her smooth, creamy back. With a few more thrusts, she shuddered around him and the man soon filled up the condom with a breathy sigh.
She slid away from him and he grasped the base of the device, pulling it out in one swift motion before tying a knot at the top and flinging it into a nearby trash can. He retreated to the bathroom to wash up while Ada remained on the bed. The vixen gave him a sexy smile when he returned and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her bare shoulder before drifting off to sleep in post-coital bliss.
It was easy to seduce this businessman. Just wear a low cut revealing dress and flirt with him, piling the man with more alcoholic drinks before he invited the seemingly blue-eyed blonde back into his hotel suite.
Ada pretended to sleep but kept an ear out for his breathing as it changed into a slow; shallow pace, signalling that he had indeed fallen into dreamland. Carefully extricating herself from his arms, she padded around the room on her tip toes, gathering her belongings and fallen garments. After she got dressed, the spy switched on the light in the bathroom and left the door partially ajar. If he woke up and found her missing, he would have to assume that she was using the loo. Though that was unlikely to happen as all the while, the man remained snoring on the bed, hugging Ada's pillow tightly to his chest.
Spotting the briefcase on his desk, she picked it off the table gingerly and swiftly carried it into another room, shutting the door close behind her. The case was already left unlocked so she flicked the levers open and sifted through some papers before finding the file she wanted. He wouldn't miss this.
She took a picture of every page with her lipstick camera gadget before folding the document into quarters and stuffing it into her clutch purse. Opening the door, she noted the man was still asleep and she padded back to his desk, sliding the case onto the table.
Ada opened the door to the balcony and a howl of wind rushed into the room, causing the man to stir. "Babe…?" He murmured sleepily and she quickly ducked outside into the cool night air, sliding the balcony door close. The man saw that the bathroom light was on and he laid his head back onto the pillow to groggily wait for her return and also to possibly ravish her again.
Ada climbed across several balconies like a cat burglar before making her way to the fire escape. She found her ride in an alleyway nearby and tossed the wig into the dumpster. The spy disappeared into the night, leaving the businessman and the night of pleasure behind her. He was just another person to be utilized for her own gain.
Pulling out another hanger from the drawer, Ada hung her newly bought, expensive Prada trench coat with the rest of its equally exorbitant siblings. She splurged quite a fair bit after completing a few assignments successfully in a row. It felt really good to treat herself to great food and well-made clothes. It was a far cry from the days where she went to bed starving and had to wear shoddy second hand items.
No longer was she looked down upon. With enough money, she had respect and power at her fingertips. Those sales assistants who were racist to her, she just had to offer money to their supervisor to fire them on the spot. Seeing them grovel and apologize to her profusely was an absolute delight. She was a real bitch alright.
Leaving her walk-in wardrobe after running her hands through her branded bags, Ada took the wine glass she left at the entrance of the wardrobe and went to the window of her penthouse apartment, taking in the view of the city. She deserved everything after all her hard work to claw her way to be the top operative.
Just then, her cell buzzed on the counter. She looked at the message while sipping her champagne. Another mission briefing at yet another undisclosed location and they would allow her to board a private jet to the destination. The Academy really knew how to spoil and pamper their prized spies. Ada typed her affirmation to the meeting and downed the rest of her drink. She had to get ready to impress any potential client.
A few hours later, Ada was dressed in a smart, red coloured pantsuit and was turning heads along the corridor she was walking on. The meeting just ended and it seemed her recurrent contract with The Organization might become permanent should she succeed in this latest assignment that might take years to come to fruition. She felt a slight twinge of sadness at the prospect of leaving The Academy but they promised to release Guo Xiang's body to her if they had not found a way to resurrect him by the time she completed the assignment.
"Miss Wong!" A seedy voice called out to her from behind and Ada felt a shiver go down her spine. Him again. She hastened her footsteps but he managed to catch up anyway. "Miss Wong. I was wondering if you have considered the proposition."
Replacing her disgust with a tight lipped smile, Ada turned to face him. "Mr. Simmons. I already gave you my answer the first time you asked. Now if you please, I need to get going. Wasn't your organization pinning your hopes on me to get this done?"
Derek Simmons had been actively pursuing her ever since she was occasionally contracted to The Organization. She was aware that he was a prestigious member of a group called The Family which had dealings with The Organization. He was always around and Ada wondered why he did not spend time in his own group instead. For some reason, the man had selective deafness and could not take no for an answer to his repeated requests for a date. He was just plain creepy and after stuffing notes and trinkets into her locker, she never touched it again, choosing to use her own arsenal for every operation. He did not suspect a thing.
"Ada, get ready for your task and stop wasting time." A booming, authoritative voice said and she turned, spotting Albert Wesker, one of her many teachers in The Academy, striding towards them. She was grateful for the save by her mentor and she nodded, leaving quickly.
Simmons stared at her departing form like a lost dog and Albert was bemused. "Your infatuation with her is rather foolish, don't you think? It is unbecoming for a successor of The Family to behave like a lost puppy. And you know very well the consequences for fraternizing in The Academy."
Derek coughed and straightened his coat before crossing his arms together. "She is the most beautiful and intelligent woman I've ever met. Forgive me if I appreciate a stunning person like Ada Wong." Her name rolled off his tongue cautiously, as if saying her name was taboo and scared if he repeated her name long enough, she might disappear from his life altogether.
Albert was undeterred by the lovesick man's silly proclamation and he loomed over the other threateningly. "As long as she remains an operative for The Academy, she will follow and obey its rules. Now, if you continue to distract her, I might file a formal complaint to your superior about your stalking behaviour. You can kiss your dream goodbye, Simmons." Wesker hissed Derek's last name acidly but Derek was unfazed.
"We'll see who gets the last laugh, Wesker. Good day." Derek gave him a cold glare and brushed past him, even more determined than ever to make Ada his.
When Albert found his student in the jet later, she was reading over the case file like a diligent spy. "Your admirer is rather persistent."
Without even looking up from the documents, Ada shrugged. "He can waste years doing so. It's his choice that he doesn't know how to take no for an answer and continues to pursue me blindly." Flipping the paper back to the first page, she finally looked at him. "Wouldn't this be easier since you're already with Umbrella?"
She was good at changing topics; he'll give her credit for that. "It would arouse too much suspicion. Being the captain of STARS already puts me under the spotlight and my fellow subordinates cannot know about my employment with Umbrella and other companies. I need to maintain the balance between all groups."
"And our meetings will have to in secret, of course." Ada added as she slid the papers back into the manila envelope.
"Within the usual channels," Albert replied and moved away from her, taking a seat at the back of the plane. He figured that he would let Ada enjoy one last day doing anything she wanted before beginning on the long-term assignment on the morrow.
There he was, the blonde, slim man entered the coffee shop at 4pm sharp just as the document stated. Ada remained perched on the high stool off to the side as she watched him order a rather big cup of joe. She cradled her plastic cup full of iced tea in her hands, doing her best to look inconspicuous as she eyed the book in front of her, pretending to read through its contents. No one cast a second glance at her as they hurried along like busy ants, eager to complete the last hour of the work day.
When she saw that the man was paying for his order, Ada timed her actions carefully, slowly keeping her book into her backpack. Pulling the lid of her beverage off, she took a sip from it as she slung the bag onto her shoulders and walked towards the main door of the café.
The man's pager beeped and he pulled out the device, glancing at the numbers on it as he walked towards the entrance too. In his haste, he failed to notice the raven haired woman in front of him and he slammed right into her, causing Ada to spill tea all over her red blouse.
Before Ada could make a scene, the man immediately apologized. "I am so sorry, Miss! Let me take you to the nearest clothing store so I can buy you a new outfit."
The man shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders before ushering her out of the shop towards the boutique across the street.
The spy was pleasantly surprised. So the files about his character were indeed true. He was a rare gentleman of his species. A quick change and some spending later, Ada was nursing a cup of hot tea in her hand which was kindly bought by the blonde. Her bag was bulky, containing her stained clothing which she would dispose later. In her free arm, laid the book she was reading earlier.
It was tempting to speak his name with gratitude but that would immediately betray her cover. She quickly turned on the charm, "Thank you very much. Most men would have just walked off."
He shrugged off the compliment, "It was a natural thing to do as a human being."
"How do I address you? I never quite caught your name."
The blonde extended a hand, "I'm John Clemens, Miss…?"
"Wong. Ada Wong," she replied, quickly grasping his hand to return the gesture. "Thank you, Mr. Clemens."
"Just John would do. That book in your hand is outdated, by the way."
Ada appeared to look embarrassed at being caught with an old tome in her arms. "Oh. I have not been to the library in a while. I suppose I need to re-write my essay again."
John regarded her for a second before pointing a finger down the street. "I actually live nearby. If you don't mind waiting for an hour in the café we met, I can pass you my latest copy when I knock off from work."
"That would be lovely, thank you once again. I'm in your debt," Ada replied sincerely, playing the part of an overzealous student.
John gave her a small smile and she noticed the dimples that formed in his cheeks. He gave her a small dismissive way of his hand. "No worries. Maybe you can buy me a coffee if you pass your paper."
"Is that a condition for lending me your book?" She raised an eyebrow at him, trying not to flirt with him too much. It was very easy, given the previous times she encountered the many men she had to gleam information from. But Ada had to remember her current role was to be a college student.
"I guess you can say that. Anyway, I'll catch you later. Maybe I can proofread your essay too as a sure way to get my coffee," John called out as he turned away and headed back to the busier part of town.
Ada had to stop herself from grinning too much. Everything was proceeding just as planned.
Author's Note: A short chapter highlighting how much Ada is enjoying her life in espionage. The rating for this story has been changed to M due to the somewhat explicit sex scene.
I know some Aeon fans would be upset that Ada had sex with other men that isn't Leon but let's face it, she wouldn't be celibate. A spy would do anything to obtain what they need.
If you can't remember who John Clemens is, he is Ada's boyfriend in RE1 & 2. I was intending to jump straight to 1998 after this chapter but my beta reader was asking if we would be reading more about Ada and John's relationship. What do you think? Should I write it? It would mean that it would take yet another chapter to get to the end of the story. =P I'm personally leaning towards no.
I originally intended for Ada to pose as a teacher when she meets John but as I wrote the fic, she is of college going age so I changed it to a student. It means she can be flexible in lying to John on what her supposed occupation is.
I really want to write about Ada meeting Leon very soon. ;)
Anyway onward to reviews! To Ayesha Aeon: Thanks! Ada is a totally changed person now and she will no longer be naive. To Darwine: Thank you for finding this story and reading it! I will continue to write more chapters about Ada's life.
