Chapter VIII
Délia's Return
The door to the workers station broke off its hinges as Ada kicked it down; revealing a small, cozy corridor filled with plants and cupboards. Her military instincts kicked in and she instantly began to open drawers and pull closets apart.
"Here, I found something."
Shane's voice was heard from across the room, and he pulled out a pair of Remington BDL Stainless Synthetic shotguns, handing her one of them, "I found them in this closest, there's a backpack and a few cases of ammo, enough to probably last us the night if we have to stay that long." He looked down at his feet, and Ada could hear his voice sink a little bit.
"Here," Ada walked quickly over to one of the cupboards and brandished a brown leather jacket, handing it to him, she said, "It'd be better if you didn't have any bare flesh showing, in case we are attacked again. One bite or scrape from one of those monsters and you become one of them."
He took the coat and fitted it on, but his gaze did not relax, "You're telling me that those things can actually spread what they are contaminated with? What are they.how did they get that way?"
Ada stopped, starring him down for a moment and then realized that she needed to explain things to him before their situation got any worse. Heading over to the couch, she sat down and placed her handgun next to her, leaving the shotgun on the marble counter top. "The Umbrella Corporation has been around since the earlier 1950's, but it wasn't until early in the twenty first century that they had become the largest commercial entity in the United States." Ada stopped, checking the boys face, "In the public, they lead the world in the production of medical supplies, healthcare and computer technology. However, unknown even to its own employees, its largest profits are generated by a division of Umbrella, known as White Umbrella. This division specializes in military technology, genetic experimentation, and viral weaponry."
"Viral weaponry? You mean those things out there have contracted some kind of disease?"
"The T Virus was created by the founders of Umbrella, back near the ages of World War II. It was created from the body of a queen ant, but the true powers of the T Virus weren't discovered until late 1984, when Alexia Ashford placed herself in cold storage for fifteen years, causing the virus to become one with her own body." Ada said softly, "She awoke in 1999, and the new virus extracted from her body was dubbed the T-Alexia Virus. Ever since the Ashford clan was wiped out, the Spencers have taken control of Umbrella and have begun even more disastrous research."
"So this T-Virus, it makes things into the living dead?" Shane asked, coming closer to Ada as she continued her story. She did not even realize until now how much she knew about the company, how much she should not know.what one would give to overthrow Umbrella.
"The T Virus eats away at the body's cell count, destroying all living tissue. In effect, the infected will mutate into a carrier within the hour, maybe less. A small electrical charge remains active in the brain, keeping the carrier alive for as long as three months. They live with the most basic of instincts, the most basic of needs.the need to feed."
"So they eat people.eat them raw, eat them alive? Why hasn't someone done something about this?"
Another voice was heard from behind him, and Ada instantly scrambled for her pistol but was shocked to see dual machine guns pointed right at her and Shane. Recognizing the woman standing before her, Ada's heart sank.
Her purr of a voice sounded through the entire room, bouncing in and out of her head like a basketball."Because Umbrella is far too strong to be destroyed by pathetic cowards like you."
Ah, shit.she is alive, how is she still alive?
Ada swallowed hard, starred unbelievably at the woman before her, calling out her name in a soft, pathetic voice, "Délia Spencer."
*
"I see you have made it this far, killing off my pets one by one." Délia snapped, the blood rushing throughout her body at remarkable speed, "I'm so glad that it is I who has the final laugh, the opportunity to kill the one who has fought me for so long."
She raised the weapons up to Ada alone, leaving the boy out of it. Shane Carter was about as harmless as a fly, and he was unarmed for all she knew. Unless he was carrying another weapon, he had placed his rifle and the shotgun on the counter top. Ada's shotgun was on the table as well, her pistol right beside her on the beige couch.
"How are you still alive.?" Ada hissed her body obviously tense. Délia basked in the warmth the moment provided, a massive smile extending from ear to ear, "Dimitri killed you back in Capitol City.I know he did."
"In my brothers own words, 'dying is just a minor inconvenience,'" she snapped, taking another step forward, "Now throw the gun forward, don't try anything or the boy dies." She re-aimed her weapon, focusing now on the young Shane, "You have five seconds."
Ada instantly reached over for her pistol and tossed it in the air, Délia flinched for just a second, and she realized right away, what her mistake had been.
*
The woman took her eyes off Shane for about one second and he reached into his belt loop and extracted the massive knife he had taken from the Predator monster. He swung at her, the knife knocking the machine guns out of her hands and sending them to the floor. Shane kicked the woman in the gut and she fell backwards, sprawling to the ground.
Ada walked over to the struggling woman and picked her sub machine guns off the tile floor, raised her boot up and pressed it down against her shoulder. Shane heard her gasp as Ada applied pressure, almost as if her arm was breaking.
"So tell me now, Délia," Ada growled, "Who is in control here?"
"You may think that you have won here," Delia coughed, "But I have other surprises for you in store."
Moreover, with her final words still melting out of her mouth, the woman's body seemed to evaporate and float aimlessly into the air vents. Ada stepped back, starring at the spot where Délia had been and then back to the air vents. Never once had Shane seen anything like that before, not once.the woman had dissolved, melted into the air and disappeared. Things had gotten a bit out of control.
*
"So we have two shotguns," Ada said, "My pistol, your AK47 and the sub machine guns. We have ammo for all of them except the rifle, so we have to leave it here. We do not have enough arms to carry all this ammo. The pistol will stay on me, we'll both take a shotgun and you can have the sub machine guns."
"Agreed," Shane, said, placing the shotgun around his neck and then holstering the dual guns, "I'll take one of the backpacks and carry half the ammo for the shotgun and the clips for the machine guns."
Ada had changed into one of the outfits she had found in the workers chambers: a brown zip up jacket and a pair of baggy white jeans. There was a black shirt underneath her jacket, which fit her about right. She kept the holster from her military outfit and had placed one of the backpacks around her shoulders, which housed the ammo for her guns. She started to head for the door when Shane stopped her.
"Ada," He asked, "Are you sure that we can get out of here? Do we even have a plan?"
She paused and realized that he was right. They did not have a very well developed plan, only to scope the area, check for survivors, and find the rest of her team. He had mentioned his entire fishing crew was dead, and other than her team she had no knowledge of any one else in the facility, "Well, we have to find a way out of this base, and knowing Umbrella it will be rather difficult to uncover it. Let us head for the lowest possible level, check for maybe a watercraft, and hope that we can escape there. Agreed?" "Agreed," Shane, said, and he watched as she headed out the door. He had looked about as shocked as she felt when Délia dissolved into the air, but she had come to expect the unexpected.but this was beginning to be too much.
*
Délia gasped for air as she reformed herself, lying naked on a hard, cold surface. She gasped again, taking in oxygen as fast as she could. It had taken several minutes for her to reach her destination, the research room, and in the form she had taken it was rather difficult to take in anything but distress.the virus in her body allowed her to take any form she wished, and to escape Ada's grasp she had chosen to mutate into the air. Fleeing through the air vents, she had come through room after room and finally reached the lab.
Shivering and wet, Délia stood up and walked over to the main console. The entire facility was empty, but still she felt exposed. She was cold, frightened, and strangely worried that her plans may not work after all. Ada Wong had outsmarted her, and it had nearly cost her her life. Never again, she vowed, would she let that happen. She would be smarter than Ada; she would be the last one standing.
"I'm sure the R4's are ready for deployment," Délia hissed, her throat scratchy, "Ada has battled one before and it had nearly proved fatal.let's see how she fares against three of them." She tapped a few keys and the monitor switched to the holding compartment, where the green stable lights flickered to red, releasing its contaminants.
The R4's burst out of their cages, releasing roars of anguish and pain. They were hungry, Délia knew, and Ada and her friend were the one entrée that was being served.she smiled again, realizing that this would more than likely be the end for Ada. She would have to flee Asesinato when Ada was dead, detonate the isle and pray that word never got out.
Délia would have to leave the United States forever, would have to leave everything behind. She would empty out her accounts, take everything she owned overseas.but it was worth it, after all, Ada would be dead and gone. Nevertheless, Umbrella policy ruled, and she would be responsible for the destruction of two labs, meaning she would be executed. However, her rivals would be dead, and that was that entire matter in fact, so her purpose would be fulfilled. Watching the R4's prowl the facility made her sleepy, and nearly after, she fell into a dreamy, cozy daze. It had been a long day, and Délia was tired. For now she rested.
**
Délia's Return
The door to the workers station broke off its hinges as Ada kicked it down; revealing a small, cozy corridor filled with plants and cupboards. Her military instincts kicked in and she instantly began to open drawers and pull closets apart.
"Here, I found something."
Shane's voice was heard from across the room, and he pulled out a pair of Remington BDL Stainless Synthetic shotguns, handing her one of them, "I found them in this closest, there's a backpack and a few cases of ammo, enough to probably last us the night if we have to stay that long." He looked down at his feet, and Ada could hear his voice sink a little bit.
"Here," Ada walked quickly over to one of the cupboards and brandished a brown leather jacket, handing it to him, she said, "It'd be better if you didn't have any bare flesh showing, in case we are attacked again. One bite or scrape from one of those monsters and you become one of them."
He took the coat and fitted it on, but his gaze did not relax, "You're telling me that those things can actually spread what they are contaminated with? What are they.how did they get that way?"
Ada stopped, starring him down for a moment and then realized that she needed to explain things to him before their situation got any worse. Heading over to the couch, she sat down and placed her handgun next to her, leaving the shotgun on the marble counter top. "The Umbrella Corporation has been around since the earlier 1950's, but it wasn't until early in the twenty first century that they had become the largest commercial entity in the United States." Ada stopped, checking the boys face, "In the public, they lead the world in the production of medical supplies, healthcare and computer technology. However, unknown even to its own employees, its largest profits are generated by a division of Umbrella, known as White Umbrella. This division specializes in military technology, genetic experimentation, and viral weaponry."
"Viral weaponry? You mean those things out there have contracted some kind of disease?"
"The T Virus was created by the founders of Umbrella, back near the ages of World War II. It was created from the body of a queen ant, but the true powers of the T Virus weren't discovered until late 1984, when Alexia Ashford placed herself in cold storage for fifteen years, causing the virus to become one with her own body." Ada said softly, "She awoke in 1999, and the new virus extracted from her body was dubbed the T-Alexia Virus. Ever since the Ashford clan was wiped out, the Spencers have taken control of Umbrella and have begun even more disastrous research."
"So this T-Virus, it makes things into the living dead?" Shane asked, coming closer to Ada as she continued her story. She did not even realize until now how much she knew about the company, how much she should not know.what one would give to overthrow Umbrella.
"The T Virus eats away at the body's cell count, destroying all living tissue. In effect, the infected will mutate into a carrier within the hour, maybe less. A small electrical charge remains active in the brain, keeping the carrier alive for as long as three months. They live with the most basic of instincts, the most basic of needs.the need to feed."
"So they eat people.eat them raw, eat them alive? Why hasn't someone done something about this?"
Another voice was heard from behind him, and Ada instantly scrambled for her pistol but was shocked to see dual machine guns pointed right at her and Shane. Recognizing the woman standing before her, Ada's heart sank.
Her purr of a voice sounded through the entire room, bouncing in and out of her head like a basketball."Because Umbrella is far too strong to be destroyed by pathetic cowards like you."
Ah, shit.she is alive, how is she still alive?
Ada swallowed hard, starred unbelievably at the woman before her, calling out her name in a soft, pathetic voice, "Délia Spencer."
*
"I see you have made it this far, killing off my pets one by one." Délia snapped, the blood rushing throughout her body at remarkable speed, "I'm so glad that it is I who has the final laugh, the opportunity to kill the one who has fought me for so long."
She raised the weapons up to Ada alone, leaving the boy out of it. Shane Carter was about as harmless as a fly, and he was unarmed for all she knew. Unless he was carrying another weapon, he had placed his rifle and the shotgun on the counter top. Ada's shotgun was on the table as well, her pistol right beside her on the beige couch.
"How are you still alive.?" Ada hissed her body obviously tense. Délia basked in the warmth the moment provided, a massive smile extending from ear to ear, "Dimitri killed you back in Capitol City.I know he did."
"In my brothers own words, 'dying is just a minor inconvenience,'" she snapped, taking another step forward, "Now throw the gun forward, don't try anything or the boy dies." She re-aimed her weapon, focusing now on the young Shane, "You have five seconds."
Ada instantly reached over for her pistol and tossed it in the air, Délia flinched for just a second, and she realized right away, what her mistake had been.
*
The woman took her eyes off Shane for about one second and he reached into his belt loop and extracted the massive knife he had taken from the Predator monster. He swung at her, the knife knocking the machine guns out of her hands and sending them to the floor. Shane kicked the woman in the gut and she fell backwards, sprawling to the ground.
Ada walked over to the struggling woman and picked her sub machine guns off the tile floor, raised her boot up and pressed it down against her shoulder. Shane heard her gasp as Ada applied pressure, almost as if her arm was breaking.
"So tell me now, Délia," Ada growled, "Who is in control here?"
"You may think that you have won here," Delia coughed, "But I have other surprises for you in store."
Moreover, with her final words still melting out of her mouth, the woman's body seemed to evaporate and float aimlessly into the air vents. Ada stepped back, starring at the spot where Délia had been and then back to the air vents. Never once had Shane seen anything like that before, not once.the woman had dissolved, melted into the air and disappeared. Things had gotten a bit out of control.
*
"So we have two shotguns," Ada said, "My pistol, your AK47 and the sub machine guns. We have ammo for all of them except the rifle, so we have to leave it here. We do not have enough arms to carry all this ammo. The pistol will stay on me, we'll both take a shotgun and you can have the sub machine guns."
"Agreed," Shane, said, placing the shotgun around his neck and then holstering the dual guns, "I'll take one of the backpacks and carry half the ammo for the shotgun and the clips for the machine guns."
Ada had changed into one of the outfits she had found in the workers chambers: a brown zip up jacket and a pair of baggy white jeans. There was a black shirt underneath her jacket, which fit her about right. She kept the holster from her military outfit and had placed one of the backpacks around her shoulders, which housed the ammo for her guns. She started to head for the door when Shane stopped her.
"Ada," He asked, "Are you sure that we can get out of here? Do we even have a plan?"
She paused and realized that he was right. They did not have a very well developed plan, only to scope the area, check for survivors, and find the rest of her team. He had mentioned his entire fishing crew was dead, and other than her team she had no knowledge of any one else in the facility, "Well, we have to find a way out of this base, and knowing Umbrella it will be rather difficult to uncover it. Let us head for the lowest possible level, check for maybe a watercraft, and hope that we can escape there. Agreed?" "Agreed," Shane, said, and he watched as she headed out the door. He had looked about as shocked as she felt when Délia dissolved into the air, but she had come to expect the unexpected.but this was beginning to be too much.
*
Délia gasped for air as she reformed herself, lying naked on a hard, cold surface. She gasped again, taking in oxygen as fast as she could. It had taken several minutes for her to reach her destination, the research room, and in the form she had taken it was rather difficult to take in anything but distress.the virus in her body allowed her to take any form she wished, and to escape Ada's grasp she had chosen to mutate into the air. Fleeing through the air vents, she had come through room after room and finally reached the lab.
Shivering and wet, Délia stood up and walked over to the main console. The entire facility was empty, but still she felt exposed. She was cold, frightened, and strangely worried that her plans may not work after all. Ada Wong had outsmarted her, and it had nearly cost her her life. Never again, she vowed, would she let that happen. She would be smarter than Ada; she would be the last one standing.
"I'm sure the R4's are ready for deployment," Délia hissed, her throat scratchy, "Ada has battled one before and it had nearly proved fatal.let's see how she fares against three of them." She tapped a few keys and the monitor switched to the holding compartment, where the green stable lights flickered to red, releasing its contaminants.
The R4's burst out of their cages, releasing roars of anguish and pain. They were hungry, Délia knew, and Ada and her friend were the one entrée that was being served.she smiled again, realizing that this would more than likely be the end for Ada. She would have to flee Asesinato when Ada was dead, detonate the isle and pray that word never got out.
Délia would have to leave the United States forever, would have to leave everything behind. She would empty out her accounts, take everything she owned overseas.but it was worth it, after all, Ada would be dead and gone. Nevertheless, Umbrella policy ruled, and she would be responsible for the destruction of two labs, meaning she would be executed. However, her rivals would be dead, and that was that entire matter in fact, so her purpose would be fulfilled. Watching the R4's prowl the facility made her sleepy, and nearly after, she fell into a dreamy, cozy daze. It had been a long day, and Délia was tired. For now she rested.
**