Chapter 51: The conspiracy.
Los Angeles
July 16th, 1994.
"Welcome to Los Angeles." Ada read off the large sign as she sped down the causeway towards the lively city, which seemed to outstretch from the horizon and into the sky. Ada had fond memories of L.A, after living here most of her adult life. Yet this man, Alexis Jordan, could end everything. If she was correct, Jordan was the missing piece of the puzzle, the one link connecting it all. With Jordan, she could find her mother and end Biotech, possibly Umbrella, and, if Biotech were correct, HCF. With the directions to his house on her passenger seat she turned into a very rural drive as rock music boomed over the radio full blast. The street was filled with children playing, their parents million dollar homes all perfectly placed in a row, with the greener then green back lawns and towering trimmed trees in the front yard. Ada saw Jordan's house, the middle one in the row. In the paved driveway sat two Mercedes, too much then what most lawyers, even the good ones, could afford. Still, Ada parked in the driveway and simply patted one of the cars as she walked to the front door.
"Anyone home!?" She yelled after ringing the doorbell several times. Finally, a middle-aged man opened the double doors and scanned Ada head to toe. "Who are you." He questioned, his leisure suit shining in the sunlight. "My name is Ada Wong, I'm here to ask you a few questions." Ada answered, not bothering with a cover story. "Never heard of you." Jordan protested, standing idly at the doorway. "Please, may I come in?" Ada implied. Without word, Jordan stepped away from the doorstep and allowed her passage inside. The living room was in perfect order, not a thing out of place. Ada could tell by first glance that he had a family, by all the pictures mounted proudly on the walls. Jordan ushered her into the sitting room, which sat adjacent to the kitchen area. The fabulous mansion impressed her deeply. "So, what can I do for you.?" He asked politely, yet with a hint of sarcasm in his raspy voice. "Tell me, have you ever known a woman by the name of Samantha Wong?" Ada immediately said, not caring to beat around the bush. "Samantha Wong.?" He seemed to recognize the name, yet as he started to shake his head and come out with a response Ada cut in. "I believe she used to work with you." "No, no I never worked with a Samantha Wong, but the name does sound familiar." He seemed to be questioning his memories quietly, however Ada knew the answers were inside his head somewhere. "Well, do you know of anyone who would have known her?" Ada continued. "Yes.yes I remember her now.she was with my brother in law once.seemed run down or something. I was young, twenty-two or so, and in law school. I was living in New York when Jimmy came to the door one night.." He revealed. "Jimmy?" Ada paused. "Jimmy Peters, he was married to my sister. Anyways, he came to the door one night with some pregnant woman. I was home alone, but he told me to keep it a secret he was ever there, for.my own safety. I refused, hell, I figured the woman was having an affair with him, but he insisted it was national security or something." Alexis informed her. "National security, what do you mean?" Ada asked. "Oh, well, Jim was in the CIA for about 10 years until he was shot in the knee, he was taken off the field agent list and put at a desk job. He quit after that.in fact, he quit a few months before all that happened in New York. Anyways, he asked for my passport and other things of my identification. He said he'd be back soon, and that Carol, my sister, would be safe. I never saw him again." He finished. "The woman, what about the pregnant woman?" Ada questioned. "Ah, well, when I was alone with her in the living room, we started talking and she told me her name, Samantha Wong.I never saw her again either, but by the looks of her she was far into the pregnancy." Alexis said. "So you have no idea where Jim is now?" Ada insisted to know. "Not a clue, though I know he has contacted Carol every now and then, but when she asks where or what he's doing he says he can't talk long. No calls in the past few years thought." He replied. "Damn, well, thank you." Ada stood, shaking his hand. "Hey wait, you're last name's Wong, right? So that pregnant woman was.?" Alexis trailed off, waiting for Ada's response. After a long thought, Ada finally replied, "Yes, my mother. Please keep this all to yourself, I was never here."
July 17th, 1994.
Chicago
Division 6.
"Good morning." Ada greeted, walking past the security post on Level 15 and towards the Mainframe access vault. Approaching a sealed metallic door, Ada placed her hand on the handprint identification and activated the voice communication.
"Please give your name, rank, and I.D code." The computer asked.
"Ada Wong, Captain, I.D Code 10627 Echo 4." Ada answered, releasing the security lock. Walking inside, Ada looked around the massive room, which was completely cemented. In the center of the room sat the Mainframe, an expansive circle computer terminal with dozens of input consoles for numerous people to use at once. Only three other people occupied the Mainframe Vault, scientists studying the T-virus together. Ada nodded and proceeded to an access terminal, typing in her I.D information.
'Global Search Engine Activated.
Please input your desired information.'
"Peters, James." Ada typed in.
;Search complete.
Number of results: 26421.'
"Popular name." Ada joked, typing in new information.
"CIA agents list: Peters, James."
'Number of results: 1.
CIA Profile: Agent James Peters.
Former CIA agent, last updated 12/14/89.
File of 01/18/89, Agent Lench report: "Our trace on Carol Peters phone went dead today, don't know why. We've sent a team in to determine what happened, but nothing was wrong with the bug we planted. We can only confirm that Jim Peters has found a way to bypass our trace procedures. No matter, the last known call came from London, and we're hot on the trail. I'd expect to have him in our custody in the next year."
File of 12/10/89, Agent Garrison report: "We snatched Peters in Havana today, after twenty years on the run. He's reluctant to reveal any information of his business, however we have much time to interrogate."
File of 12/14/89, Agent Garrison report: "We lost Peters. We don't know how, but a group attacked the transport plane taking him from Havana and now we've lost him. The plane went down in the Pacific, however survivors parachuted out in time. Whoever took Peters, we'll find them. The strangest thing is that the plane's transport route was secret to even most department heads, so somehow information leaked to the terrorists attacking."'
"My god, I remember that incident." Ada began typing into the computer terminal.
"New Search: 'HCF mission schedule, 12/14/89.
'Number of results: 3.
Intelligence operation-Korea. (Operation White Flag)
Intercept operation-C130 transport. (Operation Retrieval)
Intelligence mission-Paris (Operation Intrude N-90)'
"HCF has Peters." Ada read as she clicked the 'operation retrieval' document.
'Operation Retrieval: Date 12/14/89.
Operations officer Gerald Rogers report: "We successfully retrieved the former CIA agent James Peters, who was being transported via C130 transport under CIA control. If Mr. Hammond is correct about Agent Peters he is the missing link with the missing Agent from 1969. Due to high clearance level, agents without level 10 security are not able to know the identity of said missing agent. Because of Agent Peters knowledge Mr. Hammond ordered that we immediately intercept the CIA plane, as there would be no possible way to interrogate Peters if he remains in CIA control. "Operation Retrieval" went with complete success, with a minimal body count. Peters is now residing at our HCF prison off the coast of Spain, at Vanderzan Island, until further use can be obtained."
SPECIAL NOTE: All other records on Peters, James, are classified with a Level 10 security clearance.'
Ada turned away from the computer, stunned by all the findings she had uncovered, and began to walk towards the exit door.
Meanwhile, little did Division 6 know as they went on with a routine day that Biotech agents had begun their invasion of the base. Large delivery trucks parked in the underground parking lot, which was basically the largest weak point of the otherwise full proof security system at Division 6. "Strike team two to elevator B. Strike 3 to stand by positions." A man ordered through his headset, as dozens of fully black combat gear dressed agents hurried through the lot, looping the security feeds of the cameras positioned by the elevator. A final man jumped out of the third truck, an MP5 silenced submachine gun in his hands. As he approached the agent, seemingly in charge, he pulled up his mask and revealed his face. "We ready?" Dylan Torres asked, obviously running the operation with the other agent. "All agents in position in the sewers and here in the parking lot, we are ready." The agent replied, a woman under the black mask. "Right. Fox-Hound this is Nomad, all teams converge." Dylan said through his headset, pulling his mask back down and racing for the elevator with his team. As three teams of twelve entered each elevator separately, Dylan pulled out a code breaker, hacking the elevator door system using thermal scans. "I've got the code, all elevator agents input 451672 and activate the lift." Dylan ordered, seeing the thermal scans of the elevator panel.
Each elevator stopped on separate levels, strategically planned for the infiltration. Dylan was the first agent out, tossing a stun grenade at the receptionist by the security desk. The guard quickly saw the grenade and activated grabbed her placed SPAS 12, firing helplessly towards the elevator as the grenade went off. Dylan whipped out, firing two shots at her and hitting both times. Falling helplessly towards the ground, she dropped the empty SPAS 12. "If she activated the defense system, we've got less then thirty seconds before the drone guns activate, I'll need to cut the feed to the system." Dylan insisted, racing for a control box and pulling the panel out. As he began cross-wiring wires the Biotech insertion team flooded out, stationing themselves towards the second elevator in a single formation. "Why the thirty second delay?" The second agent in charge asked. She sounded young, yet in truth she was well experienced in field operations. She, along with Dylan and the Fox-Hound agent, were part of "The Chosen Five". "A delay, to give the guard on duty a chance for survival, if she hits the button, she has less then 45 seconds before the drone guns activate to rectify the situation on her own. Thankfully she didn't have time to hit the alarm." Dylan said, pulling out several wires and deactivating the drone guns just as they went online. "Right, let's move." Dylan said.
"Ms Sterling, here's the report you requested." An HCF employee handed Julia a file folder as she sat at her pine wood desk. "Thank you, you may go." She replied, opening the folder. Beginning to read it, she jumped up from her seat and walked to the door, and into Command. "Mr. Jones I need the Intrude S-15 file as well, take this down to Intel and have it processed, I want a mission overview by 17 hundred hours." Julia handed back the folder, and turned for her office when something caught her eye. The security terminal beside her office showed the camera system of HCF, several screens switching at once in order. Julia approached the unmanned terminal as the officer on duty conversed with another employee beside her. "What the." She whispered, typing back to the parking lot picture as the camera switched to Level 4's science lab. As she studied the seemingly normal picture, she noticed a small piece of paper on the floor just on the edge of the camera's view, which blew away as a car pulled in. Three seconds later, the paper was back, however it seemed to be appearing out of nowhere, blowing away and then reappearing. "Intruder alert, all personnel to emergency stations. Prepare to activate the Auto Destruct sequence and initiate the lockdown immediately." Julia commanded, walking to the center control console and placing her hand on the handprint scanner on the console, she activated the voice recognition system. "Initiate Auto Destruct sequence, authorization Sterling, HCF Command Division 6, security code Gamma 5716853." Julia said as the Command Center went into a mad frenzy. Alarms rang out as red lights began flashing, all computer monitors turned to an emergency system access screen, and the huge wall screen turned from its satellite picture to the numbers 3:00.
"Unable to comply, system protocols have been severed to the Auto Destruct sequence." The computer voice replied.
"What!?" Julia screamed over the commotion, as security guards began firing at something down the corridor or the eastern access door. All heads were turned to that direction, including Julia's, as three of the five guards went down. "How's that lockdown!?" Julia questioned while racing to a weapons locker and grabbing a loaded Beretta. "External lockdown initiated, but I'm having trouble with internal systems. Someone's hacked into our systems." An officer informed. Suddenly, the Biotech strike force stormed into the Command center, firing at anyone with a gun. Julia aimed and fired, racing for the opposite door as bullets destroyed several computer stations. Just three meters away from the door, a stray bullet knocked her to the ground.
"What the hell?" Ada said to herself as she approached the Mainframe Vault door. Reaching her hand for the scanner, the concussion of a sudden explosion in the corridor outside sent her flying to the ground. Raising her head, she watched as every single light in the room went out, and the sounds of dozens of feet pattering on the metal floor outside the door.
Los Angeles
July 16th, 1994.
"Welcome to Los Angeles." Ada read off the large sign as she sped down the causeway towards the lively city, which seemed to outstretch from the horizon and into the sky. Ada had fond memories of L.A, after living here most of her adult life. Yet this man, Alexis Jordan, could end everything. If she was correct, Jordan was the missing piece of the puzzle, the one link connecting it all. With Jordan, she could find her mother and end Biotech, possibly Umbrella, and, if Biotech were correct, HCF. With the directions to his house on her passenger seat she turned into a very rural drive as rock music boomed over the radio full blast. The street was filled with children playing, their parents million dollar homes all perfectly placed in a row, with the greener then green back lawns and towering trimmed trees in the front yard. Ada saw Jordan's house, the middle one in the row. In the paved driveway sat two Mercedes, too much then what most lawyers, even the good ones, could afford. Still, Ada parked in the driveway and simply patted one of the cars as she walked to the front door.
"Anyone home!?" She yelled after ringing the doorbell several times. Finally, a middle-aged man opened the double doors and scanned Ada head to toe. "Who are you." He questioned, his leisure suit shining in the sunlight. "My name is Ada Wong, I'm here to ask you a few questions." Ada answered, not bothering with a cover story. "Never heard of you." Jordan protested, standing idly at the doorway. "Please, may I come in?" Ada implied. Without word, Jordan stepped away from the doorstep and allowed her passage inside. The living room was in perfect order, not a thing out of place. Ada could tell by first glance that he had a family, by all the pictures mounted proudly on the walls. Jordan ushered her into the sitting room, which sat adjacent to the kitchen area. The fabulous mansion impressed her deeply. "So, what can I do for you.?" He asked politely, yet with a hint of sarcasm in his raspy voice. "Tell me, have you ever known a woman by the name of Samantha Wong?" Ada immediately said, not caring to beat around the bush. "Samantha Wong.?" He seemed to recognize the name, yet as he started to shake his head and come out with a response Ada cut in. "I believe she used to work with you." "No, no I never worked with a Samantha Wong, but the name does sound familiar." He seemed to be questioning his memories quietly, however Ada knew the answers were inside his head somewhere. "Well, do you know of anyone who would have known her?" Ada continued. "Yes.yes I remember her now.she was with my brother in law once.seemed run down or something. I was young, twenty-two or so, and in law school. I was living in New York when Jimmy came to the door one night.." He revealed. "Jimmy?" Ada paused. "Jimmy Peters, he was married to my sister. Anyways, he came to the door one night with some pregnant woman. I was home alone, but he told me to keep it a secret he was ever there, for.my own safety. I refused, hell, I figured the woman was having an affair with him, but he insisted it was national security or something." Alexis informed her. "National security, what do you mean?" Ada asked. "Oh, well, Jim was in the CIA for about 10 years until he was shot in the knee, he was taken off the field agent list and put at a desk job. He quit after that.in fact, he quit a few months before all that happened in New York. Anyways, he asked for my passport and other things of my identification. He said he'd be back soon, and that Carol, my sister, would be safe. I never saw him again." He finished. "The woman, what about the pregnant woman?" Ada questioned. "Ah, well, when I was alone with her in the living room, we started talking and she told me her name, Samantha Wong.I never saw her again either, but by the looks of her she was far into the pregnancy." Alexis said. "So you have no idea where Jim is now?" Ada insisted to know. "Not a clue, though I know he has contacted Carol every now and then, but when she asks where or what he's doing he says he can't talk long. No calls in the past few years thought." He replied. "Damn, well, thank you." Ada stood, shaking his hand. "Hey wait, you're last name's Wong, right? So that pregnant woman was.?" Alexis trailed off, waiting for Ada's response. After a long thought, Ada finally replied, "Yes, my mother. Please keep this all to yourself, I was never here."
July 17th, 1994.
Chicago
Division 6.
"Good morning." Ada greeted, walking past the security post on Level 15 and towards the Mainframe access vault. Approaching a sealed metallic door, Ada placed her hand on the handprint identification and activated the voice communication.
"Please give your name, rank, and I.D code." The computer asked.
"Ada Wong, Captain, I.D Code 10627 Echo 4." Ada answered, releasing the security lock. Walking inside, Ada looked around the massive room, which was completely cemented. In the center of the room sat the Mainframe, an expansive circle computer terminal with dozens of input consoles for numerous people to use at once. Only three other people occupied the Mainframe Vault, scientists studying the T-virus together. Ada nodded and proceeded to an access terminal, typing in her I.D information.
'Global Search Engine Activated.
Please input your desired information.'
"Peters, James." Ada typed in.
;Search complete.
Number of results: 26421.'
"Popular name." Ada joked, typing in new information.
"CIA agents list: Peters, James."
'Number of results: 1.
CIA Profile: Agent James Peters.
Former CIA agent, last updated 12/14/89.
File of 01/18/89, Agent Lench report: "Our trace on Carol Peters phone went dead today, don't know why. We've sent a team in to determine what happened, but nothing was wrong with the bug we planted. We can only confirm that Jim Peters has found a way to bypass our trace procedures. No matter, the last known call came from London, and we're hot on the trail. I'd expect to have him in our custody in the next year."
File of 12/10/89, Agent Garrison report: "We snatched Peters in Havana today, after twenty years on the run. He's reluctant to reveal any information of his business, however we have much time to interrogate."
File of 12/14/89, Agent Garrison report: "We lost Peters. We don't know how, but a group attacked the transport plane taking him from Havana and now we've lost him. The plane went down in the Pacific, however survivors parachuted out in time. Whoever took Peters, we'll find them. The strangest thing is that the plane's transport route was secret to even most department heads, so somehow information leaked to the terrorists attacking."'
"My god, I remember that incident." Ada began typing into the computer terminal.
"New Search: 'HCF mission schedule, 12/14/89.
'Number of results: 3.
Intelligence operation-Korea. (Operation White Flag)
Intercept operation-C130 transport. (Operation Retrieval)
Intelligence mission-Paris (Operation Intrude N-90)'
"HCF has Peters." Ada read as she clicked the 'operation retrieval' document.
'Operation Retrieval: Date 12/14/89.
Operations officer Gerald Rogers report: "We successfully retrieved the former CIA agent James Peters, who was being transported via C130 transport under CIA control. If Mr. Hammond is correct about Agent Peters he is the missing link with the missing Agent from 1969. Due to high clearance level, agents without level 10 security are not able to know the identity of said missing agent. Because of Agent Peters knowledge Mr. Hammond ordered that we immediately intercept the CIA plane, as there would be no possible way to interrogate Peters if he remains in CIA control. "Operation Retrieval" went with complete success, with a minimal body count. Peters is now residing at our HCF prison off the coast of Spain, at Vanderzan Island, until further use can be obtained."
SPECIAL NOTE: All other records on Peters, James, are classified with a Level 10 security clearance.'
Ada turned away from the computer, stunned by all the findings she had uncovered, and began to walk towards the exit door.
Meanwhile, little did Division 6 know as they went on with a routine day that Biotech agents had begun their invasion of the base. Large delivery trucks parked in the underground parking lot, which was basically the largest weak point of the otherwise full proof security system at Division 6. "Strike team two to elevator B. Strike 3 to stand by positions." A man ordered through his headset, as dozens of fully black combat gear dressed agents hurried through the lot, looping the security feeds of the cameras positioned by the elevator. A final man jumped out of the third truck, an MP5 silenced submachine gun in his hands. As he approached the agent, seemingly in charge, he pulled up his mask and revealed his face. "We ready?" Dylan Torres asked, obviously running the operation with the other agent. "All agents in position in the sewers and here in the parking lot, we are ready." The agent replied, a woman under the black mask. "Right. Fox-Hound this is Nomad, all teams converge." Dylan said through his headset, pulling his mask back down and racing for the elevator with his team. As three teams of twelve entered each elevator separately, Dylan pulled out a code breaker, hacking the elevator door system using thermal scans. "I've got the code, all elevator agents input 451672 and activate the lift." Dylan ordered, seeing the thermal scans of the elevator panel.
Each elevator stopped on separate levels, strategically planned for the infiltration. Dylan was the first agent out, tossing a stun grenade at the receptionist by the security desk. The guard quickly saw the grenade and activated grabbed her placed SPAS 12, firing helplessly towards the elevator as the grenade went off. Dylan whipped out, firing two shots at her and hitting both times. Falling helplessly towards the ground, she dropped the empty SPAS 12. "If she activated the defense system, we've got less then thirty seconds before the drone guns activate, I'll need to cut the feed to the system." Dylan insisted, racing for a control box and pulling the panel out. As he began cross-wiring wires the Biotech insertion team flooded out, stationing themselves towards the second elevator in a single formation. "Why the thirty second delay?" The second agent in charge asked. She sounded young, yet in truth she was well experienced in field operations. She, along with Dylan and the Fox-Hound agent, were part of "The Chosen Five". "A delay, to give the guard on duty a chance for survival, if she hits the button, she has less then 45 seconds before the drone guns activate to rectify the situation on her own. Thankfully she didn't have time to hit the alarm." Dylan said, pulling out several wires and deactivating the drone guns just as they went online. "Right, let's move." Dylan said.
"Ms Sterling, here's the report you requested." An HCF employee handed Julia a file folder as she sat at her pine wood desk. "Thank you, you may go." She replied, opening the folder. Beginning to read it, she jumped up from her seat and walked to the door, and into Command. "Mr. Jones I need the Intrude S-15 file as well, take this down to Intel and have it processed, I want a mission overview by 17 hundred hours." Julia handed back the folder, and turned for her office when something caught her eye. The security terminal beside her office showed the camera system of HCF, several screens switching at once in order. Julia approached the unmanned terminal as the officer on duty conversed with another employee beside her. "What the." She whispered, typing back to the parking lot picture as the camera switched to Level 4's science lab. As she studied the seemingly normal picture, she noticed a small piece of paper on the floor just on the edge of the camera's view, which blew away as a car pulled in. Three seconds later, the paper was back, however it seemed to be appearing out of nowhere, blowing away and then reappearing. "Intruder alert, all personnel to emergency stations. Prepare to activate the Auto Destruct sequence and initiate the lockdown immediately." Julia commanded, walking to the center control console and placing her hand on the handprint scanner on the console, she activated the voice recognition system. "Initiate Auto Destruct sequence, authorization Sterling, HCF Command Division 6, security code Gamma 5716853." Julia said as the Command Center went into a mad frenzy. Alarms rang out as red lights began flashing, all computer monitors turned to an emergency system access screen, and the huge wall screen turned from its satellite picture to the numbers 3:00.
"Unable to comply, system protocols have been severed to the Auto Destruct sequence." The computer voice replied.
"What!?" Julia screamed over the commotion, as security guards began firing at something down the corridor or the eastern access door. All heads were turned to that direction, including Julia's, as three of the five guards went down. "How's that lockdown!?" Julia questioned while racing to a weapons locker and grabbing a loaded Beretta. "External lockdown initiated, but I'm having trouble with internal systems. Someone's hacked into our systems." An officer informed. Suddenly, the Biotech strike force stormed into the Command center, firing at anyone with a gun. Julia aimed and fired, racing for the opposite door as bullets destroyed several computer stations. Just three meters away from the door, a stray bullet knocked her to the ground.
"What the hell?" Ada said to herself as she approached the Mainframe Vault door. Reaching her hand for the scanner, the concussion of a sudden explosion in the corridor outside sent her flying to the ground. Raising her head, she watched as every single light in the room went out, and the sounds of dozens of feet pattering on the metal floor outside the door.