Chapter 46: Contacted.
Part III: The Chosen Five
Sixteen months later.
Clouds rolled across the blue summer sky as the June breeze rustled the park trees. Ada lay in the shadows, the picnic blanket spread out over the green grass, and her two-year-old daughter drawing away with her coloring book. With a glass of brandy in her hand, she flipped the page of her book and repositioned her sunglasses.
"You're back." Ada said, turning up to a fully recovered Jack.
"Yeah, here." He replied, handing her one of his hotdogs from the concession stand.
"Beautiful day.." Ada smiled, kissing her husband as Brynn crawled about on the blanket. Jack had been out of the hospital for over six months, however Ada remained on the inactive roster for HCF. After much deliberation with herself over the last year and a half, Ada still decided against returning to HCF before discovering more about her mother.
"So tell me all about your trip." Jack insisted, grabbing Ada's glass of brandy and taking a gulp.
"Uh, well it was interesting." Ada replied, remembering her trip to St. Petersburg a week earlier.
"I'm looking for a woman, named Samantha Wong." Ada had said to the apartment clerk in Russian, who sat behind a rotting wooden counter. He was an elderly man, and after months of research and pulling strings Ada discovered he was the owner of this apartment when she was born. Using Romanov's profile of her, she narrowed down her place of birth to here.
"When was she here last." He answered, flipping through his books.
"January of 1969." Ada had said plainly, causing him to laugh out loud.
"Are you serious woman? That was almost twenty-five years ago." The clerk protested.
"I know, but you must have some books or an idea of who she was.please its important." Ada pleaded.
"I may have books from that era, but they're down in the basement and locked in the storage safe.I'm afraid I can't unlock that just to get books.Now rent a room or get out." He ordered, turning back to his books.
"I can pay you." Ada slid a few hundred on his counter while leaning on her elbow.
"Come this way." He almost immediately responded, pocketing her cash.
"Here we are.the books for January 1969, including cash payment records." He said, handing the book to Ada in the dank basement. A lone dangling bulb provided light.
"Here it is, you had fifteen guests in that month." Ada read.
"Yes.it was our busy time those days." He chuckled.
"Says here you had three people check in at the same time, requesting one room.one of them was a pregnant woman." Ada continued.
"Yes.I remember them now.it wasn't usual two Americans, one of them pregnant, and a Russian asked for a room. I figured they were on the run for something. I wrote it down in case the police asked, so I wouldn't be arrested for aiding criminals." The man had informed her.
"She didn't sign, but one of the men with her did.Alexis Jordan." Ada read.
"Yes.he was American.showed me papers and everything.they were authentic too." The elderly man reminisced.
"You seem to be remembering quite easily now..for the right price I suppose." Ada responded.
"So why exactly did work send you alone, out of the blue while you're on vacation to Russia of all places?" Jack questioned, watching as a golden retriever rushed past them.
"Well, the client in Russia was one I've worked with before, he's very uncooperative to new people so they needed me to go." Ada answered.
"I need a trace on this name." Ada said to Alean Kane, a Russian contact of hers who ran a freelance Intel service for the highest bidder, as an ex- Spetsnaz agent. Kane sat at his desk, in the posh upper class apartments of St. Petersburg. As he read aloud the name Alexis Jordan written on the piece of paper Ada handed to him, he quickly looked back up at her weary eyes.
"This will cost you, you know." He insisted, typing the name in on his laptop computer and placing a global search.
"The usual sum enough for the day?" Ada hesitated, reaching into her pocket she found only a few dollars left.
"Double." He protested, puffing on his cigar.
"Double!?"
"Unofficial business, no? Extra for non-disclosure." He said.
"I'll wire the money to your account when I'm back in the U.S..trust me." She paused.
"And why should I do that?" He stopped as well, the two of them staring coldly at each other.
"Was he cooperative to you?" Jack asked, lying beside her on the blanket.
"In his own way.yes." Ada answered.
"Because if you don't, I'll put a bullet in your head.besides, you owe me." Ada said, flashing a blank smile towards him.
"Of course.of course.the unpleasantness in Holland in '91.Ah, here we go.Jordan, Alexis.looks like he's living in Los Angeles as a.lawyer.I'd stay away." Kane joked.
"Print out his address for me, thanks Alean." Ada replied.
"So, basically an uneventful, dreary trip 15 hours to and back?" Jack laughed.
"I wouldn't say uneventful." Ada said.
"Are you expecting guests?" Ada asked Kane, standing beside his window as the computer printed out Jordan's information.
"Not to my knowledge.who is it?" Kane questioned, walking over to the window to see four armed men storming into his apartment's lobby door below.
"Well I might be mistaken, but they're either the new form of salesman in Russia or very pissed people on their way up here." Ada insisted, reaching under her coat and pulling out a loaded Beretta.
"I wasn't expecting this." Kane raced for his closet, and began loading a shotgun that was neatly placed on a gun rack.
"Trouble with the neighbors?" Ada implied, crouching behind a pillar beside the desk.
"Trouble with those damn Biotech agents in the city.they've been wanting a lot more Intel recently and offering low funds. I threw out one of their agents the other day." Kane informed.
"Bad move." Ada replied, watching as the front door kicked open.
"So how did the meeting with the client go?" Jack continued to probe.
"Well, it had its ups and downs." Ada gulped her brandy.
"Rooftop!!!" Ada screamed, watching as snipers mounted on the rooftop across the street. Gunshots zoomed in all directions as the Biotech raid team stormed the penthouse.
Ada fired her last few rounds, killing two agents with luckily her last two bullets. Throwing the empty Beretta away, Ada snuck around from the side and attacked the third agent, while Kane fought hand to hand with the fourth. Kicking the man in the chest, Ada grabbed a floor lamp and swung it about, slamming the stand of the lamp into the agent's jaw, while twisting around and smashing the opposite side into the back of his head, knocking him out cold.
"Get out of here, now!" Kane yelled to her, shooting the agent close range with his shotgun. Ada raced for the desk, grabbing the printed out piece of paper and began to run for the door.
"Everything under control!?" She screamed back.
"Pretty much, nice to see you again!" He replied, firing shots out his window at the sniper team. Ada raced out the door as sniper fire nearly shot her down.
"I'm going to get the portable radio from the car, be back in a minute." Ada finished, jumping up and kissing her husband on the cheek. It had been a long road of recovery, for both of them. Because of the extent of his injury, the police had ordered Jack and Ada to undergo therapy for a few months, just to make sure they were all right emotionally. Ada appreciated the gesture from the police, but despised going to their first session tomorrow morning. As she walked along the cement walkway to the parking lot, a man approached from out of nowhere. It was Mikhail Makarov.
"You look well." He said from behind her, startling Ada. As she turned to face him, an almost surge of panic rushed throughout her body. After she had informed HCF that the Makarov in their custody was a double, the assassin had been put on the ten most wanted list for The Directive. Yet here he was, standing casually in a highly populated Chicago park.
"You're wanted on over twenty counts of terrorism Mikhail, do you think its smart to be here in the U.S?" Ada questioned, cursing herself for not carrying a gun that day. Of course, a normal family day in the park didn't usually call for a firearm.
"Ah, I was willing to make the journey just for you, Ada. Its been far too long you know, unfortunately I'm not here for a social visit.I'm here for your response." Mikhail came out straight forward, surprising Ada deeply.
"Straight to the point, very good.Or how about I bring you into HCF myself and get a nice little promotion." Ada commented, hoping Jack wouldn't see her conversing with the man that shot him, even though Makarov never did it, his double had.
"Come now Ada, do you think I would really risk coming here so dangerously? If you so much as call out for help two snipers, one with their sights on you, and one on your husband and lovely daughter, will open fire. It wouldn't be the first time a sniper attack happened here." Makarov spoke of the attack the year before in the very same park.
"You want me to give you my decision under gunpoint?" Ada questioned.
"Even we must take precautions.you understand..Ada, four of the chosen five have already been recruited, you are the final one.you must come with me.contrary to what you've been told, Biotech is here to stop Umbrella, but we can't do it with HCF in the way." Makarov almost seemed to be pleading.
When Ada didn't give a reply, Makarov continued.
"We know you've been researching your mother's disappearance, we know you've confirmed much of what we told you."
"I've only confirmed that she was.an Agent.and that she disappeared to Russia at the time I was born. I haven't found anything to your claims that HCF recruited me for the sole purpose of getting contact with my mother." Ada protested.
"You've spent a year and a half searching for the truth Ada, you've come so close and hit a dead end.we can fill in the blanks." Makarov told her everything she needed to know, he obviously didn't know what she found out in Russia, if he was saying she hit a dead end.
"I need more time.I told you I would contact you with my answer, and I will. But I can't accept until I've found out on my own. It's the only way I can confirm what you've told me. Give me another month." Ada insisted.
"Very well, one month.however, because of this you cannot be a part of the chosen five.we'll have to go to our backup plan because of this. Ada, you mustn't divulge any information to HCF about this, for your own safety. If they learn you know about your mother, you will be killed, along with Brynn and your husband, his family, everyone. One month." Makarov nodded. As he walked off into the parking lot, Ada stood motionless on the walkway, staring unknowingly into the distance. She would need to work fast to find the truth, but she couldn't do that without the resources of HCF.
Division 6.
Command bustled with activity as Ada walked across the room. Something was going on. It had been only two short days since her meeting with Makarov, yet in that time she had pulled all the resources possible to protect her family secretly from not only Biotech, but HCF. Hiring contacts to keep an eye on her family, she felt that this safeguard was necessary to proceed on with her search for her mother. What did she have that HCF wanted? What happened to force her mother to flee the country? These questions rang through her head as she opened the door to Agent Sterling's office. Julia sat at her desk, stunned by Ada's return.
"I'm back." Ada said bluntly.
"Good.couldn't be at a better time either." Julia handed Ada the file folder she was reading. As Ada sat down across from her, she recognized the file. It was the same one Romanov had showed her in Georgia a year and a half ago, it was the file of the defecting HCF agents to Biotech. "The Chosen Five." Yet Ada's file was missing, instead another agent took her place, Makarov's "backup plan" apparently. As she skimmed through the files, Ada noticed one name jump out.
"Dylan." She coughed, turning to the window to Command and seeing Dylan's desk was cleaned out.
"He went missing yesterday morning. Five hours ago we received a communiqué from an untraceable source, however the sender was Dylan. He simply said.. 'the war is on.'" Julia reported to her. Ada dropped the folder on the desk, placing her hands over her face. Dylan had been her partner for so long, yet lied to her every step of the way. How long had he been an agent for Biotech? Most importantly, what was his mission as the apparent leader of "The Chosen Five"?
Chapter 47: The plan.
"Before we begin I'd like to welcome some new, and old, faces to HCF. Welcome back Ada, we've all missed you here at Division 6. Your temporary new partner Ada is the new face at Division 6, Agent Allison Quinn. I'm sure the two of you will work wonderfully together." Julia began to pace around the room, as Ada nodded to her new partner. The woman, Allison Quinn, was apparently from Division 13, reassigned to Division 6 two months prior. She was tall, with short blond hair and a Russian accent.
"As many of you know, this morning five high ranking agents within The Directive defected to Biotech, each of them leaving their mark on the Division's they served under." Mr. Donald Marcus informed, sitting idly at the front of the conference table.
"Agent Sam Jeager (pronounced "yayger"), code-named Fox-Hound, was the leading Agent at Division 1 when he let out a timed computer virus in the systems and then fled to an unknown location. The virus managed to disable all satellite links to Division 1 and is still being cleaned up. The second Agent, Gregory Irons, code-named Anubis, was a field operative within Division 10 when on mission in Cairo, killed his team members and blew up a Division 10 safehouse in a very strategic location. The third, Agent Laura Collins, code-named Ghost, managed to gun down sixteen fellow agents at Division 8 before fleeing. The fourth Agent, Jonas Wiess, code-name Renegade, hijacked a C-130 transport he was flying on and destroyed the transmitter. Finally, the fifth agent, code-name Nomad, was a part of our very own Division 6, Dylan Torres. Torres was recruited in '84 by the late Lisa Richards, however we believe he could have been in part with the disaster of the LA Division 6 along with William Hammond." Julia briefed.
Ada noticed that her replacement on "The Chosen Five", Jonas Wiess, was also a former member of Division 6 LA, yet she remembered him being luckily reassigned only weeks before the disaster. If Biotech put in the transfer order that would mean spies still remained in HCF, as Jonas wouldn't have been aware of Biotech's plan at the time. Even more interesting, was how exactly Biotech recruited loyal agents. They must be informing those agents of something huge to get them to switch sides so not reluctantly.
"That doesn't explain how exactly Biotech have gotten the Intel that they have. I mean, the recruitment list of potential agents alone is high security accessible, only department heads would be able to read it." Ada spoke out.
"True, which would mean more spies within HCF, and in high places. Its time we took more offensive positions." Marcus implied.
"Offensive? Pardon me sir but shouldn't we, if anything, be taking defensive options? We have five agents, the best of their kind I might add, out there with knowledge that could easily wipe us out with one strike. We need to prepare for that strike." Ada protested.
"Well excuse me, Agent Wong, but you are out of order." Marcus shot back.
"Actually sir.she's not, and I agree. We have no trace of these five agents, and with no point to strike at an offensive play is out of the question." The until-then quiet Allison Quinn defended. Ada admired that Allison would dare to question Marcus's ideas.
"We can't just sit around and wait for Biotech to run down our doors, we need to strike here and now. We have twelve facilities known to us, and I have a proposal for the High Council to authorize the immediate attack of them." Marcus slid over several documents to both Ada and Allison.
"Oh, great. Look at this now, a medical treatment center in Sri Lanka, and a storage complex in Saudi Arabia?" Ada read.
"Only the first two of the twelve." Marcus defended, while Julia remained silent.
"Sure, we could strike these facilities, and lose even more resources doing so, while Biotech regroup and strategize as they always do. Don't think I haven't been reading the mission reports over the last sixteen months, I've seen nothing but failure after failure, attempt after attempt lost. We have chances and don't take them, we have resources but waste them, we should be." Ada paused as Marcus cut her lecturing speech.
"We have taken down a total of thirteen highly classified facilities in those sixteen months you mentioned of, and captures a wide array of high profiled Biotech agents."
"We've captured highly profiled terrorists, who keep their mouths shut. Those thirteen facilities? Weapons and munitions depots, only a handful of what Biotech really has. In more then one occasion we had the chance to identify the mysterious, shadowy Director of Biotech but lost them because of base support, we can't keep sending more people out there then we can handle at once, we need to start focusing our efforts!" Ada began to raise her voice, frustrated with the politician's remarks and over confidence.
"We are doing everything we can to."
"No we're not!" Ada cut in, sending the room into a long awkward silence, "Not even close."
"Alright, fine. We all know we could be doing more, but there's so much we can do to alleviate the situation. Biotech somehow have the upper hand, and we need to find out how.and exterminate it." Julia finally said something, while Ada and a very angered Marcus eyed each other.
"How can we do that, without knowing where to begin?" Allison commented.
"We set a trap.." Ada whispered, staring now at the metallic table unknowingly.
"And what do you suggest, Agent?" Marcus insisted.
"We know they have spies in our organization, that's not a secret. What we need, is a spy in theirs." Ada replied, raising a rude chuckle in Mr. Marcus.
"You expect to insert an Agent into Biotech, when we just lost five agents to them? Who do we send, how can we even begin?" Marcus responded.
Ada paused for a moment, reconsidering about not telling HCF about her secret contact with Biotech. On one hand, if Biotech were wrong about what HCF's reaction would be, then HCF would have an upper hand with the knowledge Ada possessed. However, Ada herself wasn't sure how HCF would react, no matter what her family came first, and it wasn't outside HCF's interests to extinguish civilian life, if they believe a security breach has occurred. With all her evidence on her mother, she was beginning to believe what Biotech told her, and if in fact they were right all along, she would be signing her own death warrant informing HCF about Romanov's proposal, and her initial knowledge of "The Chosen Five."
"We send an undercover Agent into Biotech, with the sole purpose to aid us in their destruction." Julia said.
"And who would be the likely candidate?" Marcus implied.
"It would have to be someone Biotech desperately needed, someone they could use. It would have to be more then just an HCF agent, it would have to be someone more." Allison answered.
As Ada prepared to volunteer herself for the task, Julia interrupted.
"We send our only undercover agent inside Umbrella.we send Wesker." Julia replied.
"Why would they want him?" Marcus asked.
"Because he's not only a high ranking Umbrella employee, but a high ranking asset of HCF. He would be literally invaluable to Biotech." Julia insisted.
"Since Biotech's introduction, our Umbrella counter-operations have been next to non existent, minus a few Intel agents keeping tabs. Wesker would need to continue his Umbrella activities and work inside Biotech, we couldn't afford to lose him as an Umbrella official." Marcus proposed, considering the idea.
"It's settled then.Wesker will become a triple agent. Ada, you and Allison will have to inform him, you'll leave Thursday for Raccoon City." Julia commanded.
"Raccoon City, I suppose its nicer this time of year." Ada replied, turning to Allison who was excited for her first mission at Division 6.
"And one more thing.the five agents.consider them as top priority, if you have them in your sights, don't hesitate to shoot, no matter who it is." Julia commented.
Chapter 48: The Fox-Hound.
Two days later.
"So Jack, tell me about your recovery." The therapist said, her notepad resting on her knee as she faced Jack and Ada. The therapy sessions were a requirement for the precinct if Jack wanted to return to active duty.
"Well, not much to tell really, Ada's been great though, there the entire way through." Jack answered, resting his hand on top of Ada's and giving a warm smile. Ada turned her attention back to the therapist who had a strange look in her eye.
"Ah yes, Ada.Tell me about yourself." The woman continued to probe.
"Well, uh, I work for a weapons development center, affiliated with the government. We specialize in the new age type of stuff." Ada replied.
"I see you went straight to about your job, it must be important to you." The woman implied as she chewed on her pen slightly.
"It is." Ada snapped back in more of a sophisticated tone then sarcastic.
"And, what exactly is your position in.Croniton Enterprises." The therapist read off her sheet.
"I'm a computer analyst, I'm responsible for interviewing clients and going to conventions across the country, sponsoring our company." Ada informed.
"I see.all around the country.and, does Jack or your daughter ever accompany you?"
"No, I'm only gone for the conventions, and most of the locations aren't tourist friendly. Besides, Brynn isn't travel ready yet." Ada chuckled with Jack, however the therapist seemed hardly amused.
"Why all the questions about my job, I thought we were here for Jack?" Ada insisted.
"Oh we are, but a part of my knowing Jack is knowing the people around him. And of course his wife is one of them." She retorted and continued, "So then, how is it you two met?"
"Well, we were both in the police academy for STARS, and." Jack paused as the therapist cut in.
"I'm sorry, I thought Ada was a computer analyst?"
"I am." Ada defended.
"Then why is it you dropped out of the police academy?"
"Well, being a police officer wasn't for me." Ada protested, exhausted by the basic interrogation going on here.
"I'm sorry if all this seems a little intrusive, however I'm finding it hard to believe that someone goes from becoming a police officer, to a computer analyst." The therapist implied.
"What is it you're implying?" Jack now defended.
"I'm merely saying."
"Look, people change career choices in life, I happened to be one of them." Ada cut in.
"I see." She finished, writing something down on her pad.
"Alright this has been fun, but I'm off." Ada insisted.
"Excuse me?" The therapist cried out.
"I've got a business trip to prepare for." Ada said.
"Oh, where is it you're going?"
"She's going to Raccoon City." Jack chimed in, smiling.
"I see. Well a pleasure to meet you Ms. Wong." The woman nodded. Ada kissed her husband and left the room. As Jack sat back comfortably, the woman crossed her legs and turned to him.
"Tell me, Jack, how much do you really know about your wife?" She questioned.
Raccoon City
Sunny skies greeted Ada as she sped down the interstate, passing an overhead sign reading "Welcome to Raccoon City." Allison Quinn sat in the passenger's seat, overlooking the mission reports of the five defected agents.
"Find any pattern?" Ada questioned, feeling the gentle summer breeze brush across her body through the open car windows.
"Not really, the five agents were never on a mission together, or at a Division together either. It's unlikely that they knew of each other when going into Biotech. No pattern to show when exactly they were offered the position either." Allison replied, putting the reports back into her briefcase.
"So when did you join HCF?" Ada commented, making small talk with her new partner, however still thinking about the therapist's intrusive questions.
"Uh, three years ago. I was originally with the CIA Counter Terrorism unit outside LA, but HCF saw potential apparently. I was recruited to Division 8. How about you?" Allison informed.
"Well, I was recruited during my first year of college, only 18 years old. I finished training in the final months of '89, and transferred to Division 6 until I.blew it up a few years later." Ada paused, smiling at her partner in a joking manor.
"Yeah I read the mission report, it sounded horrible, zombies and everything." Allison implied.
"Tell me about it." Ada commented, still sick from all the memories of that horrific night.
"So, any regrets about joining The Directive?" Allison continued, her hand rested on the open passenger door window.
"Not one." Ada lied, nervously still thinking about Biotech. She had very little time to find answers she needed.
"We're here." Ada said, turning the car off under a lamppost. Night had fallen, sending the crime heavy streets into a frenzy. However, this particular neighborhood was void of most crime, as the upper class location helped. Ada looked at the row of houses along the street, seeing her target.
"You got the package?" Ada asked, turning to Allison who was holding a small envelope. She was dressed in a mail carrier uniform.
"I know the drill, but do we really have to go to such lengths to contact him?" She said.
"Last time I contacted Wesker, the meeting ended with a giant smoking hole in the middle of the Raccoon Police department." Ada replied, flashing another courtesy smile. Allison didn't comment, instead however got out of the car.
"Get back to the hotel and wait for my return, it shouldn't take long, Wesker's due to go on shift at eleven." Ada reported through the car window. Allison nodded, and began walking to Captain Wesker's house down the block. Ada began to turn the car around, peering out her rearview mirror as Allison handed Wesker the envelope.
"Ok, show time." Ada said, parking outside a 24-hour grocery store. Seeing no civilians inside except for the clerk, Ada placed a ski mask over her head, her natural brown hair dyed blonde for undercover. Pulling out an Uzi from the glove box, Ada locked the clip and opened the car door, racing to the front of the store. The clerk was busy watching a portable TV set when Ada stepped through the automatic doors.
"Put your fuckin' hands up!!!" Ada screamed in a childish tone, the Uzi aimed directly at the clerk. The man's hands flew up in the air, shaking with the rest of his body in fear.
"Please don't, god please don't!" He yelled, backing up as Ada approached. Seeing a security camera in the corner, Ada took good measure to use and opened fire, sending the camera with a sea of sparks barreling down to the dirty floor. The man began to wet himself as Ada turned the gun back on him.
"Oh god no.!" He pleaded.
"Hand over all your money in the register, now!!!" Ada ordered, waving the automatic in a mob like fashion. As the clerk typed in the code for the register, Ada saw him instantly hit a silent alarm button on the side.
"Now open it and empty all the cash into a bag, and make it fast!!" Ada screamed at the top of her lungs. The clerk began fumbling with the bag, all the while Ada cursed herself for actually enjoying all this. Loosing patience, Ada aimed the Uzi high and opened fire at the rows of cigarette packages lined up across the wall. The clerk began pouring money into the bag when police sirens wailed outside.
"Put your hands up!!!" The cop ordered, pulling out his Beretta. Ada dared not turn the gun on the cop, but instead raced for the backdoor.
"What's this?" Wesker asked as Allison handed the note.
"Special delivery Colonel." Allison quipped, saying his HCF rank instead of his police one.
"I'm sorry miss, I'm only a Captain in the police." Wesker smiled, opening the envelope.
"My mistake." Allison replied, knowing she didn't make a mistake. As she turned to leave the porch, she said the secret code.
"Nice day out, but I'd love to have a nice rainy day like in April right now."
Wesker looked up, watching as Allison walked away. Reading the note, it said only what needed to be said.
9:05p.m, interrogation room. Wearing a red velvet coat and blonde hair. Come alone.
The officer pursued Ada as she darted across the parking lot, throwing away the empty Uzi. Making sure she had emptied all the ammo inside the store, Ada hurried across the empty street as the officer caught up with her.
"Freeze!!" He yelled, the Beretta held high.
Ada stopped, throwing her arms up as she reached the sidewalk.
"Lay down on the ground and put your hands on your head!" The officer continued.
Ada acknowledged his demands, lying on the sidewalk with her hands rested on her head.
"This is Officer Burton, I need a 10-15 pickup at the corner of Garrison Avenue." The officer said into his radio, handcuffing Ada and pulling off her ski mask.
Chapter 49: Recruitment.
Ada sat handcuffed to the bolted down steel chair, facing the one-way window of the interrogation room. The room surrounding her was lit with one sole light hanging over the table, flickering as it wobbled back and forth on its string. Finally, after hours of wait, a man entered the room. Ada raised her head, weary of the wait, and shook her head to remove the blonde bangs covering her face. She hated the smell of the hair dye, blowing the pieces of dangling hair away from her nose repeatedly. As she squinted in the dim light, Wesker sat at the opposite end of the table.
He was dressed in a STARS uniform, along with poorly chosen sunglasses. The Captain sat still, leaning against the cold wooden table, until he removed something from his jacket pocket.
"This was shipped down from hardware last month, it's a bug killer, we can talk freely without the risk of being heard by microphones." Wesker informed, placing the tiny blinking device on the table. Ada shook her head at the mirror, implying that someone could be watching from outside.
"Don't worry, I locked the door leading to the inside of that room, no one's watching. I got your note." Wesker continued, clasping his hands together beside the blinking object.
"How much do you know?" Ada finally spit out.
"Nothing, I last checked in with my handler four months ago. What's all this about?" Wesker replied.
"You should know, that this is top priority, and..could you take these cuffs off?" Ada asked, shaking in the chair. Wesker nodded and proceeded to unlock her handcuffs.
"Thanks. Alright, well, how much do you know about Biotech?" Ada began, standing up and feeling her sore wrists.
"Everything you know, I believe." He answered.
"Not everything. Recently, five high ranking agents within HCF defected to Biotech's ranks. These agents possess invaluable information to Biotech forces, so we need to strike back while we still can." Ada informed.
"Five agents defected? I find that hard to believe." Wesker implied, sitting relaxed in his chair.
"Believe it, but there doesn't seem to be any patterns to the agents recruited, so we're stuck with a dilemma. We know there are still spies within HCF, but we don't even know where to begin. Therefore, we need someone to infiltrate Biotech as a double agent." Ada paused, turning to Wesker who knew where she was going.
"You mean me."
"Right. We need someone who Biotech need, someone who's an invaluable source of information." Ada replied.
"And that's me, why?" Wesker asked.
"Because, your HCF's only Umbrella infiltrator, and even still a high ranking Umbrella employee. If Biotech had you they would gain an incredible asset." Ada insisted, leaning against the table as Wesker thought out the plan.
"And how exactly am I supposed to infiltrate Biotech's ranks?"
"We'll put through our Echelon channels that a double agent is within HCF's ranks. Among that transmission will be a list of names, along with phony reports. Your report will just happen to be the most compelling and full of evidence. In three days, we'll stage an attempted extraction in Raccoon City for you, where you fight back against our agents. Our agents return to HQ, only to report that you've gone AWOL. We'll make sure to inform of the extraction in the Echelon reports so Biotech sees it. When the spy inside HCF learns this, they'll contact Biotech and inform them of a new asset to grab. If everything goes according to plan, you'll be inside Biotech within a week. You must understand that once your inside Biotech, there will be very limited contact with HCF, however your sole mission will be to find the location of the Biotech Headquarters, and the identification of the Director. Once those two things are acquired, we'll pull you out. This could take literally years Wesker, but at the moment we're running out of options." Ada briefed.
"I see. And what of the Umbrella operations?" The Captain questioned.
"One of the agreements with Biotech will be to continue your Umbrella operations, we can't afford to loose your position in Umbrella right now. If they disagree, tell them that Birkin is close to a breakthrough or something." Ada said.
"I understand.when do we start then?" Wesker asked.
"The phony reports are being distributed as we speak through the Echelon network. Biotech's spy will receive the news, inform their c.o.'s and if everything goes according to plan, Biotech will witness our extraction attempt and see that you're not going back to command. When Biotech ask why you fought back, tell them that you've been taking unauthorized information from the Echelon network for safekeeping." Ada finished her briefing, sitting back down on the chair. Wesker fiddled with his thumbs, thinking over the plan.
"I assume this isn't voluntary?" He finally said.
"You know as well as I do nothing in this Directive is voluntary." Ada replied quietly, staring blankly at him and studying his every move.
"Alright. I'll see you in three days." Wesker answered. Ada cuffed herself back to the chair, preparing for more police officers to come in. Wesker would ensure her freedom, but she needed to look like she had never been uncuffed.
"Can I just ask one thing?" He asked, turning back to her as his hand reached for the door.
"What?" Ada answered.
"Why exactly did you shoot up a convenience store?" Ada smiled at the question, sitting idly in the bolted down chair.
"Had to have some way to get in here, thought it'd might as well be the fun way." She insisted coyly, smiling as he exited the room.
Three days later.
The streets of Raccoon City were busy today, bustling with activity as civilians trekked to their daily destinations. Ada looked down from the chopper cockpit, studying the movements of the cars below, she watched as Wesker's sedan turned into the street and towards his house.
"Take us down." Ada ordered, peering through her sunglasses as Wesker exited his car and proceeded for the mailbox. It was early in the Monday morning, and Wesker had just returned from the night shift. As the chopper lowered to the empty one way street, Wesker watched from his mailbox.
Ada and Allison, along with several armed HCF commando's, jumped out of the chopper as the vehicle blocked the roadway. Ada held her Beretta high with both hands as Allison did the same, both walking slowly towards Wesker while the commando's circled around.
"Colonel Wesker!" Ada yelled, stopping half a hundred meters from Wesker.
"Ada! Long time." Wesker said back. Ada's natural brown hair flowed through the wind, dyed back to its normal color after the police station.
"Colonel, I'm placing you under arrest for counts of high treason. I want you to place your hands on your head and lay on the ground." Ada commanded. Her gun, along with every team member, was loaded with blanks for safety.
"I see.well, I suppose I don't have a choice then." Wesker replied, throwing his mail on the ground. As he prepared to walk forward, Wesker reached for his side holster and opened fire with his blank rounds, racing and diving behind his car. Ada opened fire along with the rest of her team members, staging a fake gunfight. Wesker poured non-existent gunfire at the team and as scripted two of the commando's went down crying in pain, pretending to be hit. Ada raced by their side as Allison continued cover fire, seeing out of the corner of her eye several spectators in their house windows, watching in horror.
"Pull back!" Ada screamed, listening as police sirens echoed in the distance. As they boarded the lifting chopper, Wesker emerged from behind the car and continued to fire, stopping as the helicopter raised higher.
"What now!?" Allison yelled, sitting in the back cabin of the helicopter as Ada rode up front.
"Now we wait, if Wesker fails to contact us in the next three weeks we know Biotech recruited him. If he does, then we'll have to find another way.lets pray Biotech were watching our little show." Ada informed, watching out the cockpit of the chopper as police cruisers arrived at the scene. As she stared mesmerized out the cockpit window at the Arklay Mountains, Ada suddenly noticed a structure standing tall with the trees. It was the Spencer Mansion, the sun beaming off its many windows.
"One day." Ada thought to herself, dreaming of the day that building was gone.
Chapter 50: Viva Las Vegas.
One Month Later.
July 13th, 1994.
Rain poured upon the lively streets of Chicago, while gray, dreary skies echoed the oncoming thunder claps. Ada pulled into Croniton Enterprises underground parking lot, stopping in her assigned space as five other cars pulled in. All field agents had been ordered to come in for duty less then a half-hour ago, priority one. As she exited her car Agent Gregory Jenson, Division 6's mission planner, parked beside her. "Why is it when its my day off I'm called in, and when I'm stuck at my desk for a month the world seems so peaceful." Ada protested, smiling as Jenson exited his car. "Tell me about it, whatever's happening must be big. Let's go." He replied. The two entered the elevator, waiting for the other agents to enter. As they all huddled inside, Jenson input the dial in code and the troop began the journey down to the depths of Division 6.
"I'm glad you're all here, Ada, Jenson, come with me. The rest of you report to your emergency stations." Julia ordered, meeting the group as they all entered into Command. Ada followed the two into the conference room, sitting as three other field agents entered the room. As usual, Mr. Marcus sat casually at the right side of the table. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice, but this is priority one." Julia began. "What's the emergency?" Ada questioned. "Right. One month ago, thanks to the invaluable efforts of Agent's Wong and Quinn, along with Alpha team, HCF put out the bait for Biotech in the form of Agent Albert Wesker, our sole Umbrella operative. Twelve days ago, we concluded that Agent Wesker had been received, and is now an undercover operative inside Biotech. What we didn't expect was such a quick response from him." Julia reported. "What!? Are you saying Wesker's already reported back Intel?" Ada stopped. "Correct. Using back channels and standard black ops procedure, Wesker has supplied HCF already with valuable information. This man, Aliane Aramov, was the sole name inside the Intel package. Intelligence immediately tracked Aramov to Berlin, however he's no longer there." Julia continued. "Who is he, exactly?" One of the field agents asked. "Ah, of course. Aramov's name came up several times linking him to possible Biotech operations and facilities, but with no solid proof or anything to lead on, we issued him as low priority. Now, we have something. Our intercept team in Berlin recovered key documents on his computer, however the files are encrypted with a specialized form of software known as J-47. This encryption software is impossible to hack, and with no means of accessing the data we have no choice but to use Aramov." Julia briefed. "What do you mean use?" Ada questioned, reading the report Julia's assistant was handing out. "The computer was linked up to a retinal scanner, and after analysis of the equipment we've confirmed its what's needed to open the data. Therefore, we need Aramov's retinal data. We can't risk bringing him in, as he's a high profile in the civilian eyes. We've traced Aramov to Las Vegas, where he's attending a business conference for his side company GearTech, a technology based company with no seeable ties to Biotech. Your mission, Ada, will be to retrieve Aramov's retinal data and bring it back to HQ." Julia informed, handing Ada a second report. "I'm going in alone?" Ada questioned. "Agent Quinn is on assignment in New Mexico, tailing a high profile Biotech agent. She'll meet you in Las Vegas in twenty-four hours. We have a plane waiting for you at the airstrip now, so get moving." Agent Sterling finished.
Las Vegas
Police sirens weren't a strange sound at night in Las Vegas, and most citizens learned to live with the continuos noise and never sleeping city. Ada walked down the promenade in a white, stylish trench coat, with her short brown hair flowing in the night wind. All around her people walked to their destinations, be it casinos or dozens of hotels. "Viva Las Vegas." Ada whispered as she looked up to her right, the grand Pyramid casino almost reaching up to the clear sky. Almost like clockwork, packs of crowds entered the casino as other left, some flat broke from their gambling losses, and others jumping in joy with Champaign bottles in two hands, the obvious winners. Ada strayed from the front gates, but instead approached from the rear employee entrance. "Excuse me miss, this is employee's only." An incredibly well built bodyguard halted her entrance, the nametag "Jim" on his black shirt. Ada stopped a foot away from him, opening her trench coat to reveal a very skimpy, "entertaining" blue beaded outfit. "I just started two days ago, here's my pass." Ada handed him her forged I.D badge made by Intel. "Go ahead, but next time get your badge ready." Jim protested, handing the badge back to him. Ada carefully placed the badge back in her pocket, after quickly making sure Jim's fingerprint was on the laminated covering. "Of course." She smiled, walking past him and into the casino.
"Alright, I'm in." She whispered into her hidden mic, as she placed her trench coat in the trashcan inside the ladies bathroom. Sliding the badge into her concealed skirt pocket and placing a beaded band around her head, Ada made sure everything was in the right place before leaving. "Copy that, I'm still waiting for the security linkup. According to building specs, the video surveillance room is down the left corridor down the hall from the bathroom, last door on the right." Allison replied, standing inside the casino at a card table, while she sported a pair of trendy sunglasses wired with a video linkup on the right lens. As she handed out cards like a professional, Ada started out for the surveillance room. "Ok, I've found the door, Intel was right there is a fingerprint I.D. Stand by." Ada whispered, taking out the keycard and pressing it against the flat screen panel. After several seconds, the light turned green and allowed her access. The video room was full of security guards, however the room Ada entered was adjacent to it, and housed the surveillance system access panel on the wall. "I'm placing the uplink, and setting to your frequency.now." Ada paused, crouching behind a pillar as a security guard exited through the door. An oddly placed wall cut off the two rooms, allowing Ada easy access.
"Yes, I've got access, hang on I'll find Aramov." Allison said while pretending to scratch her nose, several customers awaiting her to deal the cards. Thanks to the noisy casino she could talk at a low whisper into her hidden mic without anyone else hearing. As she dealt the cards for blackjack, Allison covertly pressed her wristband, which actually controlled the sequence of the video sunglasses. Shuffling through the dozens of video cameras, she studied each of the faces until finally finding Aramov. "I've got it, he's at a lone table on the south end, looks like he's playing black jack as well. I've got him locked on my sights Ada, get over there." Allison insisted. "Copy, I'm on the move." Ada replied, walking seductively through the crowds of casino goers. Approaching Aramov's table, Ada stopped and watched him winning continuously. "Twenty-one, blackjack." The dealer announced, while the lady Aramov was playing walked off in fury after loosing twelve thousand dollars to the Russian. "Any takers?" Aramov said, laughing coyly. "How bout me." Ada asked, placing her tray on the table. "I wasn't aware employee's could play." Aramov protested. "I'm on my brake." Ada replied, sitting at the opposite end of the table while the dealer handed out the cards. While Aramov and the dealer were busy doing their own thing, Ada palmed one of the cards and replaced it with her own, a dangerous thing to do in a casino. "You're all clear, camera's didn't pick it up." Allison informed, watching Ada through her video lens. "I'll stay." Aramov smiled, turning to Ada wide eyed. He was a heavy man, sporting a thin black beard from ear to ear. Ada stared down at her cards, a ten and ace, however the ace was no normal card. Where the ace symbol was on the card was a small screen, digitally showing Aramov. Aiming the card higher showed his face, allowing Ada to take the shot. A split second laser sight fired from the card, hitting his eye dead on and taking the retinal data she required. "What the hell was that!? "Aramov screamed, placing his palm across his face while the dealer attended to him. Providing Ada with the perfect diversion, she pocketed the digital card and replaced it with the original, and stood up from the table. "Twenty-one, I win." Ada tossed the cards on the table, seeing his measly ten and king now laying face up in the open. "Got what we need?" Allison asked through her mic. "That and more, I'll meet you back at the airport." Ada smiled, watching as Aramov cried in pain from the laser scan to the eye.
Part III: The Chosen Five
Sixteen months later.
Clouds rolled across the blue summer sky as the June breeze rustled the park trees. Ada lay in the shadows, the picnic blanket spread out over the green grass, and her two-year-old daughter drawing away with her coloring book. With a glass of brandy in her hand, she flipped the page of her book and repositioned her sunglasses.
"You're back." Ada said, turning up to a fully recovered Jack.
"Yeah, here." He replied, handing her one of his hotdogs from the concession stand.
"Beautiful day.." Ada smiled, kissing her husband as Brynn crawled about on the blanket. Jack had been out of the hospital for over six months, however Ada remained on the inactive roster for HCF. After much deliberation with herself over the last year and a half, Ada still decided against returning to HCF before discovering more about her mother.
"So tell me all about your trip." Jack insisted, grabbing Ada's glass of brandy and taking a gulp.
"Uh, well it was interesting." Ada replied, remembering her trip to St. Petersburg a week earlier.
"I'm looking for a woman, named Samantha Wong." Ada had said to the apartment clerk in Russian, who sat behind a rotting wooden counter. He was an elderly man, and after months of research and pulling strings Ada discovered he was the owner of this apartment when she was born. Using Romanov's profile of her, she narrowed down her place of birth to here.
"When was she here last." He answered, flipping through his books.
"January of 1969." Ada had said plainly, causing him to laugh out loud.
"Are you serious woman? That was almost twenty-five years ago." The clerk protested.
"I know, but you must have some books or an idea of who she was.please its important." Ada pleaded.
"I may have books from that era, but they're down in the basement and locked in the storage safe.I'm afraid I can't unlock that just to get books.Now rent a room or get out." He ordered, turning back to his books.
"I can pay you." Ada slid a few hundred on his counter while leaning on her elbow.
"Come this way." He almost immediately responded, pocketing her cash.
"Here we are.the books for January 1969, including cash payment records." He said, handing the book to Ada in the dank basement. A lone dangling bulb provided light.
"Here it is, you had fifteen guests in that month." Ada read.
"Yes.it was our busy time those days." He chuckled.
"Says here you had three people check in at the same time, requesting one room.one of them was a pregnant woman." Ada continued.
"Yes.I remember them now.it wasn't usual two Americans, one of them pregnant, and a Russian asked for a room. I figured they were on the run for something. I wrote it down in case the police asked, so I wouldn't be arrested for aiding criminals." The man had informed her.
"She didn't sign, but one of the men with her did.Alexis Jordan." Ada read.
"Yes.he was American.showed me papers and everything.they were authentic too." The elderly man reminisced.
"You seem to be remembering quite easily now..for the right price I suppose." Ada responded.
"So why exactly did work send you alone, out of the blue while you're on vacation to Russia of all places?" Jack questioned, watching as a golden retriever rushed past them.
"Well, the client in Russia was one I've worked with before, he's very uncooperative to new people so they needed me to go." Ada answered.
"I need a trace on this name." Ada said to Alean Kane, a Russian contact of hers who ran a freelance Intel service for the highest bidder, as an ex- Spetsnaz agent. Kane sat at his desk, in the posh upper class apartments of St. Petersburg. As he read aloud the name Alexis Jordan written on the piece of paper Ada handed to him, he quickly looked back up at her weary eyes.
"This will cost you, you know." He insisted, typing the name in on his laptop computer and placing a global search.
"The usual sum enough for the day?" Ada hesitated, reaching into her pocket she found only a few dollars left.
"Double." He protested, puffing on his cigar.
"Double!?"
"Unofficial business, no? Extra for non-disclosure." He said.
"I'll wire the money to your account when I'm back in the U.S..trust me." She paused.
"And why should I do that?" He stopped as well, the two of them staring coldly at each other.
"Was he cooperative to you?" Jack asked, lying beside her on the blanket.
"In his own way.yes." Ada answered.
"Because if you don't, I'll put a bullet in your head.besides, you owe me." Ada said, flashing a blank smile towards him.
"Of course.of course.the unpleasantness in Holland in '91.Ah, here we go.Jordan, Alexis.looks like he's living in Los Angeles as a.lawyer.I'd stay away." Kane joked.
"Print out his address for me, thanks Alean." Ada replied.
"So, basically an uneventful, dreary trip 15 hours to and back?" Jack laughed.
"I wouldn't say uneventful." Ada said.
"Are you expecting guests?" Ada asked Kane, standing beside his window as the computer printed out Jordan's information.
"Not to my knowledge.who is it?" Kane questioned, walking over to the window to see four armed men storming into his apartment's lobby door below.
"Well I might be mistaken, but they're either the new form of salesman in Russia or very pissed people on their way up here." Ada insisted, reaching under her coat and pulling out a loaded Beretta.
"I wasn't expecting this." Kane raced for his closet, and began loading a shotgun that was neatly placed on a gun rack.
"Trouble with the neighbors?" Ada implied, crouching behind a pillar beside the desk.
"Trouble with those damn Biotech agents in the city.they've been wanting a lot more Intel recently and offering low funds. I threw out one of their agents the other day." Kane informed.
"Bad move." Ada replied, watching as the front door kicked open.
"So how did the meeting with the client go?" Jack continued to probe.
"Well, it had its ups and downs." Ada gulped her brandy.
"Rooftop!!!" Ada screamed, watching as snipers mounted on the rooftop across the street. Gunshots zoomed in all directions as the Biotech raid team stormed the penthouse.
Ada fired her last few rounds, killing two agents with luckily her last two bullets. Throwing the empty Beretta away, Ada snuck around from the side and attacked the third agent, while Kane fought hand to hand with the fourth. Kicking the man in the chest, Ada grabbed a floor lamp and swung it about, slamming the stand of the lamp into the agent's jaw, while twisting around and smashing the opposite side into the back of his head, knocking him out cold.
"Get out of here, now!" Kane yelled to her, shooting the agent close range with his shotgun. Ada raced for the desk, grabbing the printed out piece of paper and began to run for the door.
"Everything under control!?" She screamed back.
"Pretty much, nice to see you again!" He replied, firing shots out his window at the sniper team. Ada raced out the door as sniper fire nearly shot her down.
"I'm going to get the portable radio from the car, be back in a minute." Ada finished, jumping up and kissing her husband on the cheek. It had been a long road of recovery, for both of them. Because of the extent of his injury, the police had ordered Jack and Ada to undergo therapy for a few months, just to make sure they were all right emotionally. Ada appreciated the gesture from the police, but despised going to their first session tomorrow morning. As she walked along the cement walkway to the parking lot, a man approached from out of nowhere. It was Mikhail Makarov.
"You look well." He said from behind her, startling Ada. As she turned to face him, an almost surge of panic rushed throughout her body. After she had informed HCF that the Makarov in their custody was a double, the assassin had been put on the ten most wanted list for The Directive. Yet here he was, standing casually in a highly populated Chicago park.
"You're wanted on over twenty counts of terrorism Mikhail, do you think its smart to be here in the U.S?" Ada questioned, cursing herself for not carrying a gun that day. Of course, a normal family day in the park didn't usually call for a firearm.
"Ah, I was willing to make the journey just for you, Ada. Its been far too long you know, unfortunately I'm not here for a social visit.I'm here for your response." Mikhail came out straight forward, surprising Ada deeply.
"Straight to the point, very good.Or how about I bring you into HCF myself and get a nice little promotion." Ada commented, hoping Jack wouldn't see her conversing with the man that shot him, even though Makarov never did it, his double had.
"Come now Ada, do you think I would really risk coming here so dangerously? If you so much as call out for help two snipers, one with their sights on you, and one on your husband and lovely daughter, will open fire. It wouldn't be the first time a sniper attack happened here." Makarov spoke of the attack the year before in the very same park.
"You want me to give you my decision under gunpoint?" Ada questioned.
"Even we must take precautions.you understand..Ada, four of the chosen five have already been recruited, you are the final one.you must come with me.contrary to what you've been told, Biotech is here to stop Umbrella, but we can't do it with HCF in the way." Makarov almost seemed to be pleading.
When Ada didn't give a reply, Makarov continued.
"We know you've been researching your mother's disappearance, we know you've confirmed much of what we told you."
"I've only confirmed that she was.an Agent.and that she disappeared to Russia at the time I was born. I haven't found anything to your claims that HCF recruited me for the sole purpose of getting contact with my mother." Ada protested.
"You've spent a year and a half searching for the truth Ada, you've come so close and hit a dead end.we can fill in the blanks." Makarov told her everything she needed to know, he obviously didn't know what she found out in Russia, if he was saying she hit a dead end.
"I need more time.I told you I would contact you with my answer, and I will. But I can't accept until I've found out on my own. It's the only way I can confirm what you've told me. Give me another month." Ada insisted.
"Very well, one month.however, because of this you cannot be a part of the chosen five.we'll have to go to our backup plan because of this. Ada, you mustn't divulge any information to HCF about this, for your own safety. If they learn you know about your mother, you will be killed, along with Brynn and your husband, his family, everyone. One month." Makarov nodded. As he walked off into the parking lot, Ada stood motionless on the walkway, staring unknowingly into the distance. She would need to work fast to find the truth, but she couldn't do that without the resources of HCF.
Division 6.
Command bustled with activity as Ada walked across the room. Something was going on. It had been only two short days since her meeting with Makarov, yet in that time she had pulled all the resources possible to protect her family secretly from not only Biotech, but HCF. Hiring contacts to keep an eye on her family, she felt that this safeguard was necessary to proceed on with her search for her mother. What did she have that HCF wanted? What happened to force her mother to flee the country? These questions rang through her head as she opened the door to Agent Sterling's office. Julia sat at her desk, stunned by Ada's return.
"I'm back." Ada said bluntly.
"Good.couldn't be at a better time either." Julia handed Ada the file folder she was reading. As Ada sat down across from her, she recognized the file. It was the same one Romanov had showed her in Georgia a year and a half ago, it was the file of the defecting HCF agents to Biotech. "The Chosen Five." Yet Ada's file was missing, instead another agent took her place, Makarov's "backup plan" apparently. As she skimmed through the files, Ada noticed one name jump out.
"Dylan." She coughed, turning to the window to Command and seeing Dylan's desk was cleaned out.
"He went missing yesterday morning. Five hours ago we received a communiqué from an untraceable source, however the sender was Dylan. He simply said.. 'the war is on.'" Julia reported to her. Ada dropped the folder on the desk, placing her hands over her face. Dylan had been her partner for so long, yet lied to her every step of the way. How long had he been an agent for Biotech? Most importantly, what was his mission as the apparent leader of "The Chosen Five"?
Chapter 47: The plan.
"Before we begin I'd like to welcome some new, and old, faces to HCF. Welcome back Ada, we've all missed you here at Division 6. Your temporary new partner Ada is the new face at Division 6, Agent Allison Quinn. I'm sure the two of you will work wonderfully together." Julia began to pace around the room, as Ada nodded to her new partner. The woman, Allison Quinn, was apparently from Division 13, reassigned to Division 6 two months prior. She was tall, with short blond hair and a Russian accent.
"As many of you know, this morning five high ranking agents within The Directive defected to Biotech, each of them leaving their mark on the Division's they served under." Mr. Donald Marcus informed, sitting idly at the front of the conference table.
"Agent Sam Jeager (pronounced "yayger"), code-named Fox-Hound, was the leading Agent at Division 1 when he let out a timed computer virus in the systems and then fled to an unknown location. The virus managed to disable all satellite links to Division 1 and is still being cleaned up. The second Agent, Gregory Irons, code-named Anubis, was a field operative within Division 10 when on mission in Cairo, killed his team members and blew up a Division 10 safehouse in a very strategic location. The third, Agent Laura Collins, code-named Ghost, managed to gun down sixteen fellow agents at Division 8 before fleeing. The fourth Agent, Jonas Wiess, code-name Renegade, hijacked a C-130 transport he was flying on and destroyed the transmitter. Finally, the fifth agent, code-name Nomad, was a part of our very own Division 6, Dylan Torres. Torres was recruited in '84 by the late Lisa Richards, however we believe he could have been in part with the disaster of the LA Division 6 along with William Hammond." Julia briefed.
Ada noticed that her replacement on "The Chosen Five", Jonas Wiess, was also a former member of Division 6 LA, yet she remembered him being luckily reassigned only weeks before the disaster. If Biotech put in the transfer order that would mean spies still remained in HCF, as Jonas wouldn't have been aware of Biotech's plan at the time. Even more interesting, was how exactly Biotech recruited loyal agents. They must be informing those agents of something huge to get them to switch sides so not reluctantly.
"That doesn't explain how exactly Biotech have gotten the Intel that they have. I mean, the recruitment list of potential agents alone is high security accessible, only department heads would be able to read it." Ada spoke out.
"True, which would mean more spies within HCF, and in high places. Its time we took more offensive positions." Marcus implied.
"Offensive? Pardon me sir but shouldn't we, if anything, be taking defensive options? We have five agents, the best of their kind I might add, out there with knowledge that could easily wipe us out with one strike. We need to prepare for that strike." Ada protested.
"Well excuse me, Agent Wong, but you are out of order." Marcus shot back.
"Actually sir.she's not, and I agree. We have no trace of these five agents, and with no point to strike at an offensive play is out of the question." The until-then quiet Allison Quinn defended. Ada admired that Allison would dare to question Marcus's ideas.
"We can't just sit around and wait for Biotech to run down our doors, we need to strike here and now. We have twelve facilities known to us, and I have a proposal for the High Council to authorize the immediate attack of them." Marcus slid over several documents to both Ada and Allison.
"Oh, great. Look at this now, a medical treatment center in Sri Lanka, and a storage complex in Saudi Arabia?" Ada read.
"Only the first two of the twelve." Marcus defended, while Julia remained silent.
"Sure, we could strike these facilities, and lose even more resources doing so, while Biotech regroup and strategize as they always do. Don't think I haven't been reading the mission reports over the last sixteen months, I've seen nothing but failure after failure, attempt after attempt lost. We have chances and don't take them, we have resources but waste them, we should be." Ada paused as Marcus cut her lecturing speech.
"We have taken down a total of thirteen highly classified facilities in those sixteen months you mentioned of, and captures a wide array of high profiled Biotech agents."
"We've captured highly profiled terrorists, who keep their mouths shut. Those thirteen facilities? Weapons and munitions depots, only a handful of what Biotech really has. In more then one occasion we had the chance to identify the mysterious, shadowy Director of Biotech but lost them because of base support, we can't keep sending more people out there then we can handle at once, we need to start focusing our efforts!" Ada began to raise her voice, frustrated with the politician's remarks and over confidence.
"We are doing everything we can to."
"No we're not!" Ada cut in, sending the room into a long awkward silence, "Not even close."
"Alright, fine. We all know we could be doing more, but there's so much we can do to alleviate the situation. Biotech somehow have the upper hand, and we need to find out how.and exterminate it." Julia finally said something, while Ada and a very angered Marcus eyed each other.
"How can we do that, without knowing where to begin?" Allison commented.
"We set a trap.." Ada whispered, staring now at the metallic table unknowingly.
"And what do you suggest, Agent?" Marcus insisted.
"We know they have spies in our organization, that's not a secret. What we need, is a spy in theirs." Ada replied, raising a rude chuckle in Mr. Marcus.
"You expect to insert an Agent into Biotech, when we just lost five agents to them? Who do we send, how can we even begin?" Marcus responded.
Ada paused for a moment, reconsidering about not telling HCF about her secret contact with Biotech. On one hand, if Biotech were wrong about what HCF's reaction would be, then HCF would have an upper hand with the knowledge Ada possessed. However, Ada herself wasn't sure how HCF would react, no matter what her family came first, and it wasn't outside HCF's interests to extinguish civilian life, if they believe a security breach has occurred. With all her evidence on her mother, she was beginning to believe what Biotech told her, and if in fact they were right all along, she would be signing her own death warrant informing HCF about Romanov's proposal, and her initial knowledge of "The Chosen Five."
"We send an undercover Agent into Biotech, with the sole purpose to aid us in their destruction." Julia said.
"And who would be the likely candidate?" Marcus implied.
"It would have to be someone Biotech desperately needed, someone they could use. It would have to be more then just an HCF agent, it would have to be someone more." Allison answered.
As Ada prepared to volunteer herself for the task, Julia interrupted.
"We send our only undercover agent inside Umbrella.we send Wesker." Julia replied.
"Why would they want him?" Marcus asked.
"Because he's not only a high ranking Umbrella employee, but a high ranking asset of HCF. He would be literally invaluable to Biotech." Julia insisted.
"Since Biotech's introduction, our Umbrella counter-operations have been next to non existent, minus a few Intel agents keeping tabs. Wesker would need to continue his Umbrella activities and work inside Biotech, we couldn't afford to lose him as an Umbrella official." Marcus proposed, considering the idea.
"It's settled then.Wesker will become a triple agent. Ada, you and Allison will have to inform him, you'll leave Thursday for Raccoon City." Julia commanded.
"Raccoon City, I suppose its nicer this time of year." Ada replied, turning to Allison who was excited for her first mission at Division 6.
"And one more thing.the five agents.consider them as top priority, if you have them in your sights, don't hesitate to shoot, no matter who it is." Julia commented.
Chapter 48: The Fox-Hound.
Two days later.
"So Jack, tell me about your recovery." The therapist said, her notepad resting on her knee as she faced Jack and Ada. The therapy sessions were a requirement for the precinct if Jack wanted to return to active duty.
"Well, not much to tell really, Ada's been great though, there the entire way through." Jack answered, resting his hand on top of Ada's and giving a warm smile. Ada turned her attention back to the therapist who had a strange look in her eye.
"Ah yes, Ada.Tell me about yourself." The woman continued to probe.
"Well, uh, I work for a weapons development center, affiliated with the government. We specialize in the new age type of stuff." Ada replied.
"I see you went straight to about your job, it must be important to you." The woman implied as she chewed on her pen slightly.
"It is." Ada snapped back in more of a sophisticated tone then sarcastic.
"And, what exactly is your position in.Croniton Enterprises." The therapist read off her sheet.
"I'm a computer analyst, I'm responsible for interviewing clients and going to conventions across the country, sponsoring our company." Ada informed.
"I see.all around the country.and, does Jack or your daughter ever accompany you?"
"No, I'm only gone for the conventions, and most of the locations aren't tourist friendly. Besides, Brynn isn't travel ready yet." Ada chuckled with Jack, however the therapist seemed hardly amused.
"Why all the questions about my job, I thought we were here for Jack?" Ada insisted.
"Oh we are, but a part of my knowing Jack is knowing the people around him. And of course his wife is one of them." She retorted and continued, "So then, how is it you two met?"
"Well, we were both in the police academy for STARS, and." Jack paused as the therapist cut in.
"I'm sorry, I thought Ada was a computer analyst?"
"I am." Ada defended.
"Then why is it you dropped out of the police academy?"
"Well, being a police officer wasn't for me." Ada protested, exhausted by the basic interrogation going on here.
"I'm sorry if all this seems a little intrusive, however I'm finding it hard to believe that someone goes from becoming a police officer, to a computer analyst." The therapist implied.
"What is it you're implying?" Jack now defended.
"I'm merely saying."
"Look, people change career choices in life, I happened to be one of them." Ada cut in.
"I see." She finished, writing something down on her pad.
"Alright this has been fun, but I'm off." Ada insisted.
"Excuse me?" The therapist cried out.
"I've got a business trip to prepare for." Ada said.
"Oh, where is it you're going?"
"She's going to Raccoon City." Jack chimed in, smiling.
"I see. Well a pleasure to meet you Ms. Wong." The woman nodded. Ada kissed her husband and left the room. As Jack sat back comfortably, the woman crossed her legs and turned to him.
"Tell me, Jack, how much do you really know about your wife?" She questioned.
Raccoon City
Sunny skies greeted Ada as she sped down the interstate, passing an overhead sign reading "Welcome to Raccoon City." Allison Quinn sat in the passenger's seat, overlooking the mission reports of the five defected agents.
"Find any pattern?" Ada questioned, feeling the gentle summer breeze brush across her body through the open car windows.
"Not really, the five agents were never on a mission together, or at a Division together either. It's unlikely that they knew of each other when going into Biotech. No pattern to show when exactly they were offered the position either." Allison replied, putting the reports back into her briefcase.
"So when did you join HCF?" Ada commented, making small talk with her new partner, however still thinking about the therapist's intrusive questions.
"Uh, three years ago. I was originally with the CIA Counter Terrorism unit outside LA, but HCF saw potential apparently. I was recruited to Division 8. How about you?" Allison informed.
"Well, I was recruited during my first year of college, only 18 years old. I finished training in the final months of '89, and transferred to Division 6 until I.blew it up a few years later." Ada paused, smiling at her partner in a joking manor.
"Yeah I read the mission report, it sounded horrible, zombies and everything." Allison implied.
"Tell me about it." Ada commented, still sick from all the memories of that horrific night.
"So, any regrets about joining The Directive?" Allison continued, her hand rested on the open passenger door window.
"Not one." Ada lied, nervously still thinking about Biotech. She had very little time to find answers she needed.
"We're here." Ada said, turning the car off under a lamppost. Night had fallen, sending the crime heavy streets into a frenzy. However, this particular neighborhood was void of most crime, as the upper class location helped. Ada looked at the row of houses along the street, seeing her target.
"You got the package?" Ada asked, turning to Allison who was holding a small envelope. She was dressed in a mail carrier uniform.
"I know the drill, but do we really have to go to such lengths to contact him?" She said.
"Last time I contacted Wesker, the meeting ended with a giant smoking hole in the middle of the Raccoon Police department." Ada replied, flashing another courtesy smile. Allison didn't comment, instead however got out of the car.
"Get back to the hotel and wait for my return, it shouldn't take long, Wesker's due to go on shift at eleven." Ada reported through the car window. Allison nodded, and began walking to Captain Wesker's house down the block. Ada began to turn the car around, peering out her rearview mirror as Allison handed Wesker the envelope.
"Ok, show time." Ada said, parking outside a 24-hour grocery store. Seeing no civilians inside except for the clerk, Ada placed a ski mask over her head, her natural brown hair dyed blonde for undercover. Pulling out an Uzi from the glove box, Ada locked the clip and opened the car door, racing to the front of the store. The clerk was busy watching a portable TV set when Ada stepped through the automatic doors.
"Put your fuckin' hands up!!!" Ada screamed in a childish tone, the Uzi aimed directly at the clerk. The man's hands flew up in the air, shaking with the rest of his body in fear.
"Please don't, god please don't!" He yelled, backing up as Ada approached. Seeing a security camera in the corner, Ada took good measure to use and opened fire, sending the camera with a sea of sparks barreling down to the dirty floor. The man began to wet himself as Ada turned the gun back on him.
"Oh god no.!" He pleaded.
"Hand over all your money in the register, now!!!" Ada ordered, waving the automatic in a mob like fashion. As the clerk typed in the code for the register, Ada saw him instantly hit a silent alarm button on the side.
"Now open it and empty all the cash into a bag, and make it fast!!" Ada screamed at the top of her lungs. The clerk began fumbling with the bag, all the while Ada cursed herself for actually enjoying all this. Loosing patience, Ada aimed the Uzi high and opened fire at the rows of cigarette packages lined up across the wall. The clerk began pouring money into the bag when police sirens wailed outside.
"Put your hands up!!!" The cop ordered, pulling out his Beretta. Ada dared not turn the gun on the cop, but instead raced for the backdoor.
"What's this?" Wesker asked as Allison handed the note.
"Special delivery Colonel." Allison quipped, saying his HCF rank instead of his police one.
"I'm sorry miss, I'm only a Captain in the police." Wesker smiled, opening the envelope.
"My mistake." Allison replied, knowing she didn't make a mistake. As she turned to leave the porch, she said the secret code.
"Nice day out, but I'd love to have a nice rainy day like in April right now."
Wesker looked up, watching as Allison walked away. Reading the note, it said only what needed to be said.
9:05p.m, interrogation room. Wearing a red velvet coat and blonde hair. Come alone.
The officer pursued Ada as she darted across the parking lot, throwing away the empty Uzi. Making sure she had emptied all the ammo inside the store, Ada hurried across the empty street as the officer caught up with her.
"Freeze!!" He yelled, the Beretta held high.
Ada stopped, throwing her arms up as she reached the sidewalk.
"Lay down on the ground and put your hands on your head!" The officer continued.
Ada acknowledged his demands, lying on the sidewalk with her hands rested on her head.
"This is Officer Burton, I need a 10-15 pickup at the corner of Garrison Avenue." The officer said into his radio, handcuffing Ada and pulling off her ski mask.
Chapter 49: Recruitment.
Ada sat handcuffed to the bolted down steel chair, facing the one-way window of the interrogation room. The room surrounding her was lit with one sole light hanging over the table, flickering as it wobbled back and forth on its string. Finally, after hours of wait, a man entered the room. Ada raised her head, weary of the wait, and shook her head to remove the blonde bangs covering her face. She hated the smell of the hair dye, blowing the pieces of dangling hair away from her nose repeatedly. As she squinted in the dim light, Wesker sat at the opposite end of the table.
He was dressed in a STARS uniform, along with poorly chosen sunglasses. The Captain sat still, leaning against the cold wooden table, until he removed something from his jacket pocket.
"This was shipped down from hardware last month, it's a bug killer, we can talk freely without the risk of being heard by microphones." Wesker informed, placing the tiny blinking device on the table. Ada shook her head at the mirror, implying that someone could be watching from outside.
"Don't worry, I locked the door leading to the inside of that room, no one's watching. I got your note." Wesker continued, clasping his hands together beside the blinking object.
"How much do you know?" Ada finally spit out.
"Nothing, I last checked in with my handler four months ago. What's all this about?" Wesker replied.
"You should know, that this is top priority, and..could you take these cuffs off?" Ada asked, shaking in the chair. Wesker nodded and proceeded to unlock her handcuffs.
"Thanks. Alright, well, how much do you know about Biotech?" Ada began, standing up and feeling her sore wrists.
"Everything you know, I believe." He answered.
"Not everything. Recently, five high ranking agents within HCF defected to Biotech's ranks. These agents possess invaluable information to Biotech forces, so we need to strike back while we still can." Ada informed.
"Five agents defected? I find that hard to believe." Wesker implied, sitting relaxed in his chair.
"Believe it, but there doesn't seem to be any patterns to the agents recruited, so we're stuck with a dilemma. We know there are still spies within HCF, but we don't even know where to begin. Therefore, we need someone to infiltrate Biotech as a double agent." Ada paused, turning to Wesker who knew where she was going.
"You mean me."
"Right. We need someone who Biotech need, someone who's an invaluable source of information." Ada replied.
"And that's me, why?" Wesker asked.
"Because, your HCF's only Umbrella infiltrator, and even still a high ranking Umbrella employee. If Biotech had you they would gain an incredible asset." Ada insisted, leaning against the table as Wesker thought out the plan.
"And how exactly am I supposed to infiltrate Biotech's ranks?"
"We'll put through our Echelon channels that a double agent is within HCF's ranks. Among that transmission will be a list of names, along with phony reports. Your report will just happen to be the most compelling and full of evidence. In three days, we'll stage an attempted extraction in Raccoon City for you, where you fight back against our agents. Our agents return to HQ, only to report that you've gone AWOL. We'll make sure to inform of the extraction in the Echelon reports so Biotech sees it. When the spy inside HCF learns this, they'll contact Biotech and inform them of a new asset to grab. If everything goes according to plan, you'll be inside Biotech within a week. You must understand that once your inside Biotech, there will be very limited contact with HCF, however your sole mission will be to find the location of the Biotech Headquarters, and the identification of the Director. Once those two things are acquired, we'll pull you out. This could take literally years Wesker, but at the moment we're running out of options." Ada briefed.
"I see. And what of the Umbrella operations?" The Captain questioned.
"One of the agreements with Biotech will be to continue your Umbrella operations, we can't afford to loose your position in Umbrella right now. If they disagree, tell them that Birkin is close to a breakthrough or something." Ada said.
"I understand.when do we start then?" Wesker asked.
"The phony reports are being distributed as we speak through the Echelon network. Biotech's spy will receive the news, inform their c.o.'s and if everything goes according to plan, Biotech will witness our extraction attempt and see that you're not going back to command. When Biotech ask why you fought back, tell them that you've been taking unauthorized information from the Echelon network for safekeeping." Ada finished her briefing, sitting back down on the chair. Wesker fiddled with his thumbs, thinking over the plan.
"I assume this isn't voluntary?" He finally said.
"You know as well as I do nothing in this Directive is voluntary." Ada replied quietly, staring blankly at him and studying his every move.
"Alright. I'll see you in three days." Wesker answered. Ada cuffed herself back to the chair, preparing for more police officers to come in. Wesker would ensure her freedom, but she needed to look like she had never been uncuffed.
"Can I just ask one thing?" He asked, turning back to her as his hand reached for the door.
"What?" Ada answered.
"Why exactly did you shoot up a convenience store?" Ada smiled at the question, sitting idly in the bolted down chair.
"Had to have some way to get in here, thought it'd might as well be the fun way." She insisted coyly, smiling as he exited the room.
Three days later.
The streets of Raccoon City were busy today, bustling with activity as civilians trekked to their daily destinations. Ada looked down from the chopper cockpit, studying the movements of the cars below, she watched as Wesker's sedan turned into the street and towards his house.
"Take us down." Ada ordered, peering through her sunglasses as Wesker exited his car and proceeded for the mailbox. It was early in the Monday morning, and Wesker had just returned from the night shift. As the chopper lowered to the empty one way street, Wesker watched from his mailbox.
Ada and Allison, along with several armed HCF commando's, jumped out of the chopper as the vehicle blocked the roadway. Ada held her Beretta high with both hands as Allison did the same, both walking slowly towards Wesker while the commando's circled around.
"Colonel Wesker!" Ada yelled, stopping half a hundred meters from Wesker.
"Ada! Long time." Wesker said back. Ada's natural brown hair flowed through the wind, dyed back to its normal color after the police station.
"Colonel, I'm placing you under arrest for counts of high treason. I want you to place your hands on your head and lay on the ground." Ada commanded. Her gun, along with every team member, was loaded with blanks for safety.
"I see.well, I suppose I don't have a choice then." Wesker replied, throwing his mail on the ground. As he prepared to walk forward, Wesker reached for his side holster and opened fire with his blank rounds, racing and diving behind his car. Ada opened fire along with the rest of her team members, staging a fake gunfight. Wesker poured non-existent gunfire at the team and as scripted two of the commando's went down crying in pain, pretending to be hit. Ada raced by their side as Allison continued cover fire, seeing out of the corner of her eye several spectators in their house windows, watching in horror.
"Pull back!" Ada screamed, listening as police sirens echoed in the distance. As they boarded the lifting chopper, Wesker emerged from behind the car and continued to fire, stopping as the helicopter raised higher.
"What now!?" Allison yelled, sitting in the back cabin of the helicopter as Ada rode up front.
"Now we wait, if Wesker fails to contact us in the next three weeks we know Biotech recruited him. If he does, then we'll have to find another way.lets pray Biotech were watching our little show." Ada informed, watching out the cockpit of the chopper as police cruisers arrived at the scene. As she stared mesmerized out the cockpit window at the Arklay Mountains, Ada suddenly noticed a structure standing tall with the trees. It was the Spencer Mansion, the sun beaming off its many windows.
"One day." Ada thought to herself, dreaming of the day that building was gone.
Chapter 50: Viva Las Vegas.
One Month Later.
July 13th, 1994.
Rain poured upon the lively streets of Chicago, while gray, dreary skies echoed the oncoming thunder claps. Ada pulled into Croniton Enterprises underground parking lot, stopping in her assigned space as five other cars pulled in. All field agents had been ordered to come in for duty less then a half-hour ago, priority one. As she exited her car Agent Gregory Jenson, Division 6's mission planner, parked beside her. "Why is it when its my day off I'm called in, and when I'm stuck at my desk for a month the world seems so peaceful." Ada protested, smiling as Jenson exited his car. "Tell me about it, whatever's happening must be big. Let's go." He replied. The two entered the elevator, waiting for the other agents to enter. As they all huddled inside, Jenson input the dial in code and the troop began the journey down to the depths of Division 6.
"I'm glad you're all here, Ada, Jenson, come with me. The rest of you report to your emergency stations." Julia ordered, meeting the group as they all entered into Command. Ada followed the two into the conference room, sitting as three other field agents entered the room. As usual, Mr. Marcus sat casually at the right side of the table. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice, but this is priority one." Julia began. "What's the emergency?" Ada questioned. "Right. One month ago, thanks to the invaluable efforts of Agent's Wong and Quinn, along with Alpha team, HCF put out the bait for Biotech in the form of Agent Albert Wesker, our sole Umbrella operative. Twelve days ago, we concluded that Agent Wesker had been received, and is now an undercover operative inside Biotech. What we didn't expect was such a quick response from him." Julia reported. "What!? Are you saying Wesker's already reported back Intel?" Ada stopped. "Correct. Using back channels and standard black ops procedure, Wesker has supplied HCF already with valuable information. This man, Aliane Aramov, was the sole name inside the Intel package. Intelligence immediately tracked Aramov to Berlin, however he's no longer there." Julia continued. "Who is he, exactly?" One of the field agents asked. "Ah, of course. Aramov's name came up several times linking him to possible Biotech operations and facilities, but with no solid proof or anything to lead on, we issued him as low priority. Now, we have something. Our intercept team in Berlin recovered key documents on his computer, however the files are encrypted with a specialized form of software known as J-47. This encryption software is impossible to hack, and with no means of accessing the data we have no choice but to use Aramov." Julia briefed. "What do you mean use?" Ada questioned, reading the report Julia's assistant was handing out. "The computer was linked up to a retinal scanner, and after analysis of the equipment we've confirmed its what's needed to open the data. Therefore, we need Aramov's retinal data. We can't risk bringing him in, as he's a high profile in the civilian eyes. We've traced Aramov to Las Vegas, where he's attending a business conference for his side company GearTech, a technology based company with no seeable ties to Biotech. Your mission, Ada, will be to retrieve Aramov's retinal data and bring it back to HQ." Julia informed, handing Ada a second report. "I'm going in alone?" Ada questioned. "Agent Quinn is on assignment in New Mexico, tailing a high profile Biotech agent. She'll meet you in Las Vegas in twenty-four hours. We have a plane waiting for you at the airstrip now, so get moving." Agent Sterling finished.
Las Vegas
Police sirens weren't a strange sound at night in Las Vegas, and most citizens learned to live with the continuos noise and never sleeping city. Ada walked down the promenade in a white, stylish trench coat, with her short brown hair flowing in the night wind. All around her people walked to their destinations, be it casinos or dozens of hotels. "Viva Las Vegas." Ada whispered as she looked up to her right, the grand Pyramid casino almost reaching up to the clear sky. Almost like clockwork, packs of crowds entered the casino as other left, some flat broke from their gambling losses, and others jumping in joy with Champaign bottles in two hands, the obvious winners. Ada strayed from the front gates, but instead approached from the rear employee entrance. "Excuse me miss, this is employee's only." An incredibly well built bodyguard halted her entrance, the nametag "Jim" on his black shirt. Ada stopped a foot away from him, opening her trench coat to reveal a very skimpy, "entertaining" blue beaded outfit. "I just started two days ago, here's my pass." Ada handed him her forged I.D badge made by Intel. "Go ahead, but next time get your badge ready." Jim protested, handing the badge back to him. Ada carefully placed the badge back in her pocket, after quickly making sure Jim's fingerprint was on the laminated covering. "Of course." She smiled, walking past him and into the casino.
"Alright, I'm in." She whispered into her hidden mic, as she placed her trench coat in the trashcan inside the ladies bathroom. Sliding the badge into her concealed skirt pocket and placing a beaded band around her head, Ada made sure everything was in the right place before leaving. "Copy that, I'm still waiting for the security linkup. According to building specs, the video surveillance room is down the left corridor down the hall from the bathroom, last door on the right." Allison replied, standing inside the casino at a card table, while she sported a pair of trendy sunglasses wired with a video linkup on the right lens. As she handed out cards like a professional, Ada started out for the surveillance room. "Ok, I've found the door, Intel was right there is a fingerprint I.D. Stand by." Ada whispered, taking out the keycard and pressing it against the flat screen panel. After several seconds, the light turned green and allowed her access. The video room was full of security guards, however the room Ada entered was adjacent to it, and housed the surveillance system access panel on the wall. "I'm placing the uplink, and setting to your frequency.now." Ada paused, crouching behind a pillar as a security guard exited through the door. An oddly placed wall cut off the two rooms, allowing Ada easy access.
"Yes, I've got access, hang on I'll find Aramov." Allison said while pretending to scratch her nose, several customers awaiting her to deal the cards. Thanks to the noisy casino she could talk at a low whisper into her hidden mic without anyone else hearing. As she dealt the cards for blackjack, Allison covertly pressed her wristband, which actually controlled the sequence of the video sunglasses. Shuffling through the dozens of video cameras, she studied each of the faces until finally finding Aramov. "I've got it, he's at a lone table on the south end, looks like he's playing black jack as well. I've got him locked on my sights Ada, get over there." Allison insisted. "Copy, I'm on the move." Ada replied, walking seductively through the crowds of casino goers. Approaching Aramov's table, Ada stopped and watched him winning continuously. "Twenty-one, blackjack." The dealer announced, while the lady Aramov was playing walked off in fury after loosing twelve thousand dollars to the Russian. "Any takers?" Aramov said, laughing coyly. "How bout me." Ada asked, placing her tray on the table. "I wasn't aware employee's could play." Aramov protested. "I'm on my brake." Ada replied, sitting at the opposite end of the table while the dealer handed out the cards. While Aramov and the dealer were busy doing their own thing, Ada palmed one of the cards and replaced it with her own, a dangerous thing to do in a casino. "You're all clear, camera's didn't pick it up." Allison informed, watching Ada through her video lens. "I'll stay." Aramov smiled, turning to Ada wide eyed. He was a heavy man, sporting a thin black beard from ear to ear. Ada stared down at her cards, a ten and ace, however the ace was no normal card. Where the ace symbol was on the card was a small screen, digitally showing Aramov. Aiming the card higher showed his face, allowing Ada to take the shot. A split second laser sight fired from the card, hitting his eye dead on and taking the retinal data she required. "What the hell was that!? "Aramov screamed, placing his palm across his face while the dealer attended to him. Providing Ada with the perfect diversion, she pocketed the digital card and replaced it with the original, and stood up from the table. "Twenty-one, I win." Ada tossed the cards on the table, seeing his measly ten and king now laying face up in the open. "Got what we need?" Allison asked through her mic. "That and more, I'll meet you back at the airport." Ada smiled, watching as Aramov cried in pain from the laser scan to the eye.