"Leon? Is…is that Ada?" Chris' voice blared through the earpiece Leon was wearing.
His shaky voice replied, "Umm. Yeah it is."
"Nervous are we, Leon?" Her red lips parted giving an evil smile. Snow began falling ever so slightly.
"Wait. You two work together? Fuck!" The man attempted to run past Leon but failed as Rebecca's swift legs swept under his feet, causing him to collapse.
"Well it was nice seeing you Leon, but I need doctor behind you. He knows just a bit too much."
"You need him dead, right? Sorry we can't let that happen. Just so happens we need him alive."
"Ooooo. Leon's developed an attitude." She used her seductive voice as eyed her surrounding area spotting Jill and Chris in the rooftop.
"She's planning something! Look at her!" the man yelled as he himself off the floor and leaned against the wall as Rebecca took a quick look at the minor cuts on his palms.
"Listen, I'm in a bit of a hurry," She lifted an eyebrow at Leon, "if this is about Redfield's sister-"
She noticed Leon's eyes widen very slightly. "Ohh, it is. Well, let's just say she might not be alive a much longer." Leon looked up at Chris, almost half expecting him to shoot Ada if she didn't say anything about her location. In that instant…that split second, she raised her gun and shot twice. The bullets landed right on the doctor's chest. She lifted her arm and aimed towards the building opposite to the building Chris and Jill were posted. She shot her hook gun and was immediately taken into the air. Air rushed at her face, she flipped forward and landed in a crouched position.
"Ada!" Leon's voice rang out. She was about to peak over the ledged to watch the final result from above, when a bullet flew past her head and another buried into the ledge she was currently taking cover behind. She decided to take her chances and make a run for it. She knew Redfield had a temper and that Leon would somehow get her to crack. Those two together would be too much to handle. She heard the sound of feet running about the neighboring buildings' roof and she began moving. She took one glance down below where knew Leon would be.Until next time, handsome.
Her heels were really becoming an inconvenience as she walked through the wet city sidewalks. Ada had just killed Doctor Hastings and was on her way back to Virginia. She took out her phone and hit speed dial.
"Update Miss Wong" The cold voice met her ear as she turned a corner onto a street, ready to catch a cab to the airport.
"He's dead."
"Well done, Miss Wong. Your payment will be waiting for you in your mailbox. I will, however deduct quite a bit for the little stunt you pulled leaving alive a certain Mr. Kennedy alive just now." She froze in her tracks. How did he know?
"Did you honestly believe I wouldn't listen in when you got to your location?" She cursed inwardly when she realized the mistake of leaving her phone on. He'd done it before. She knew better.
"He knows nothing. The threat he opposes-"
"Miss Wong, the threat is you, as you are becoming less reliable. How do I know you would end his life if he knew something of value?"
Silence. Ada had no response. She usually did.
"I understand." With that she hung up and this time powered it off.
As a cab passed by, she halted it to stop.
"To the nearest airport please." Just as she clicked her seat belt on, the door to the left swung open and a big figure sat next to her. She tried to reach for her gun as she realized it was Chris Redfield who had infiltrated her cab, but a hand smacked it out of her hand from the right. She turned and saw Jill had open the right door and was now with a knife against her throat.
"You'll be coming with us." Leon had a smirk on his face that screamed some sort of victory over her.
"Hmph. Whatever you say, handsome."
She stepped out of the cab and was pushed against the cab as a pair of cold handcuffs went around her slim wrists. Leon then handed her to Chris as he opened the door to an old building. Inside there was a chair and a hanging light. Ada was pushed into the chair and then Chris and Leon stepped into view.
"Let's make this quick. I have a sister to find. Where is Wesker keeping Claire?" Chris spoke first.
"What makes you think I know?" Her gaze was kept solely on Leon."
"You're a resourceful girl. I'm sure you know somewhere Wesker would keep someone captive or his safe haven." Chris pushed on.
"Listen, I'd rather get on your bad side than Weskers'. If anything you should keep that precious sister of yours locked up somewhere tight."
"Tell me!" He raised his arm as if ready to strike.
"Aww…you seemed like a gentleman. You wouldn't hit a lady would you?" She puckered her lips and she spoke.
A female voice arose from behind Chris, "I certainly will." Jill stepped into view.
"How cute. The power couple. Listen how about a deal?" Silence engulfed them.
"You let me go without a scratch and I'll give you one location where Weskers' retreated to before."
"It better be a good one, Wong."
"Mount Rogers. Wesker has a cabin somewhere around there. He hid there before the outbreak at the lab in the mountains." Ada stared in silence as the group stared at each other deciding their next step.
"Un-cuff her." Chris stated as he turned to leave the building. Leon, who had been suspiciously quiet during the discussion, was behind Ada unlocking the hand cuffs.
"A word of advice Chris," Ada stood from her chair and rubbed her wrists as the older Redfield turned around, "when you find her, don't expect her to be the same as when she was taken." With that she walked past Leon, slightly bumping to his shoulder as she made her way out of the building and into the snowy outdoors.
"Ada!" A voice reached her as snowflakes began to land slightly on her head. She turned and saw Leon. "Thank you." With that she turned and walked into the street, not knowing when their next encounter would occur.
Claire stared at herself in the mirror before she joined Wesker in the other part of the cabin.
Never in her life had she worn so much black. She was in tight black jeans, heeled combat boots, and a tight black tank top. She would have out her hair up in a ponytail but found her wrists clean of hair-ties. Here we go. She stepped out of the room and walked down a corridor until she found a set of stairs. She walked down slowly and turned into a sitting room when her foot found the last step. It was dimly lit and outside Claire could see snow falling lightly outside. It seemed almost dream-like. She could imagine her friends walking in through the door. Chris and Jill hand-in-hand, Rebecca would walk in, probably with her phone in hand, and Leon would come in last; his eyes would probably linger on her for a while before inviting her to grab a coffee. She sighed and voice broke her train of thought,
"Missing your friends already, dear?" Wesker was leaning against a door frame that led to the kitchen by the smells of it. She honestly hated when he did that.
"Yeah, your company isn't that great to be honest." He stepped forward in intimidation and she took a step back.
"There's food in the kitchen. I'd imagine you're starving since you spent the last few days unconscious and ruining the carpet with your blood."
"Well, being infected with a virus tends to do that to a girl." She tried to walk past him but his arm shot out and grabbed her chin, tilting it upwards and moving it side to side. She stood there frozen. His glasses seemed to pierce into her. She was looking up at him when he finally spoke,
"No apparent changes I can see." He spoke very softly, as if speaking to himself. She tried to pull herself back but his grip was to strong. He let her go and she fell against and the frame, smacking her head with it.
"Don't be too anxious to get away from me, dear. You're going to be here for a while.", he chuckled as she proceeded into the kitchen. She saw a plate of chicken Alfredo sitting on the marble counter. She took the plate and walked over to the drawers. Plastic utensils were the only things inside. No knives either. Figures he wouldn't trust her with anything she could stab him with. She took a fork, lifted herself onto the counter, and began to eat. In the other room, she could hear Wesker on the phone with someone. After a while, Wesker walked in at stopped dead in his tracks. He eyed her for a while and she simply stared back, chewing on the food.
"Is there a problem Wesker?" She slurped up the noodles and wiped her mouth.
"Miss Redfield, there are chairs for you to sit on in the dining room."
"I rather eat here." She didn't bother to look up at him.
"I'd prefer if you ate in a chair in the dining room."
"And I'd prefer to be with my friends, not someone who destroys lives in his spare time, but we can't all get what we want, can we?" She saw him step closer and she stiffened a little. She hated fearing him. Though she never openly admit it. She set her plate aside and hopped off the counter.
"There. Happy?"
"I'm never happy."
"Obviously."
"Miss Redfield I need to run some tests on you. Immediately."
"I just finished eating. Gimme a break." She was annoyed and was ready to go back to bed. Wesker raised his hand slowly and passed his hand gently under her nose.
"Can you stop being such a freak?!" She took a closer look at his hand as she pulled away and noticed blood was now covering his glove. She lifted her hand and found her nose bleeding.
"For fucks sake." She barely managed to get her words out before her vision darkened and an immense pain ran throughout her body.
She felt her knees give out and an arm wrap around her waist before she hit the floor.
She was looking up at Wesker and she felt faint. What have I gotten myself into?
He carried her around the counter and into a room with a piano. He laid her on the couch and pushed a button and a wall lowered itself, revealing a white hallway leading to a room. He picked her up and walked into a room with a metal examination table. He laid her down and took a vial and filled it with her blood.
"I would be less freaked out if…if you tell me what the fuck is going on. Ugghhh!" He was startled by the sound of her voice, as he thought she had passed out.
"Watch the attitude, Miss Redfield. If I knew I would tell you, as to avoid useless conversations like this."
"Okay, I'm probably going to end up dead in few hours, the least you can do is be nice. Argh! Make it stop Wesker!" She was clutching her stomach and trembling hard. She saw him take out a syringe and plunged it into her neck.
"I'll get labs results in a few hours, til then try not to bleed all over the place." She was already being pulled under. This time she saw and felt him softly brush the hair out her face. It should have felt unnatural, but it didn't. If anything she felt herself leaning into his touch. Before she closed her eyes she could have sworn she saw his face soften.