*
CHAPTER 1
A New Playground
September 26th 1998. That was when it all began. Ada hadn't entered the city until the 28th, but from what she had read she knew that the actual contamination occurred on the 26th. Umbrella was responsible for everything. She had come in hopes of finding her boyfriend, John. Discovering that he was dead, Ada now focused on the mission at hand: survival.
She had a different agenda as well. Along with Albert Wesker, former captain of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team as well as a high profile Umbrella researcher, Ada was to infiltrate William Birkin's laboratory and steal the G Virus information as well as a sample. When she got there a team of Umbrella soldiers, led by the faceless Hunk, had already retrieved the virus.
Everything seemed to be crumbling around her. Becoming infected with the virus herself, Ada found no use in living at all. Her final confrontation with Leon Kennedy proved to be her last. She plummeted nearly a hundred feet to the laboratory floor, falling from an overhang that connected lab to lab. That was the last thing she remembered from Raccoon. She woke up later on a helicopter, in a daze. She was dropped off where she was now-Capitol City.
Ada stood in front of a large, glistening mirror. She looked herself over, judging the still healing marks caused at the laboratory. She rubbed the mark on her left hip-a gash that extended from her mid stomach down to her lower thigh, "Damn fools…"
She dropped her bra to the floor and slid the panties off her hips. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Feeling the heat from the water, Ada stepped under the faucet and let the steam engulf her.
Too much had happened over the last few months. She had lost contact with Wesker over a month ago. Leon hadn't contacted her, but for what he knew she was dead and gone. How she missed him so much…
Sherry Birkin was in the hands of the HCF, an underground corporation that employed Ada for about a year and a half…until recently. The girl was the daughter of a top Umbrella scientist---she was valuable not only to the corporation itself but to information leading to possible reproduction of the G Virus. Everything was lost in the Raccoon City explosion…all data and all research. The brilliant mind of William Birkin was put to rest.
She grabbed a towel. Ada wrapped it around herself and walked back out into her bedroom. She put on the usual undergarments and dried her hair off, examining the ever present bruises on her chest. Damn it's been nearly four months and I still can't heal from these marks.
She pulled out a pair of faded blue jeans from her dresser. She pulled them on and fitted a belt around her waist. She had kept her hair short so it was drying quickly…not much to worry about. She grabbed a black sweater from the closet door across the room and put it on. She was still tired from the past night---
She dropped to the floor of the facility. The guards hadn't seemed to notice her. They were armed to the teeth, but so was she. There was a handgun strapped to her waist and a knife in her left boot. The assault rifle on her back would take time to assemble but the other weaponry she carried could take them out if they attacked. Still, stealth was the key.
Ada stepped into the door next to her, locking it as she entered. She flipped a switch on the wall next to her and watched the dim lights flicker to life. She was in some sort of sick research lab. How could Umbrella continue these experiments? Did they feel no remorse for the chaos and destruction they caused in Raccoon?
There were massive holding tanks lined up on the wall, seven of them to be exact. Each of them contained a Tyrant, one of Umbrella's most deadly bio weapons. These ones were labeled with specific code names however…T v.4.0. Ada recorded the name on a scrap piece of paper that she found on one of the office counters. There was more… "Bio Organic Weaponry (BOW) Tyrant Version: 4.0. New model, offspring of the T Alexia Virus. Smarter than previous models. Mutation on left hand causes immediate infection. Handle with caution"
Everything was to be recorded. She took out a camera and took multiple individual pictures of each of the creations in the room. The flash didn't seem to bother the sleeping creatures. They didn't even flinch.
After the photography was finished, Ada stepped over to the computer terminal in the east corner. She turned the monitor on and noticed a log in screen. Out of her back pocket she pulled a small disk, and fitted it into the drive. The log in screen flickered and disappeared.
"They need to improve security…" Ada mumbled.
She clicked her fingers on the keyboard and pulled up information regarding new experimentation with the Alexia Virus, the one that they recovered from Rockfort. It seems that Umbrella had actually managed to get a sample of the virus. More was at the bottom…different specimens that had been recovered-
"Steve Burnside…17. Infection confirmed. Virus definition completed as of January 26th 1999."Ada read the words on the screen, "Well well well…I've got everything I need."
She pulled the disk out of the drive and pocketed it. Flipping the lock on the door, she carefully maneuvered around the guards and escaped with ease.
Just the fact that she had infiltrated an Umbrella base boggled her mind. How could they be so stupid as to have such minimal security? Her investigation last night proved to be a success, and a failure on Umbrella's part. Still, the discovery of who was actually operating Umbrella had yet to be unveiled…
*
"That's bullshit! How could you have let her inside! She could have gotten the research! Everything is at stake right now, Jonathon. If that woman retrieved anything valuable, our careers could be stripped from us." Délia Spencer slammed her fist on the table she was seated at, "Find out as much as you can about this…get the names of the men on watch when she was detected. I want them to suffer."
The door to Délia's office swung open, revealing her brother Dimitri and partner in business. Together, for the past month, they owned the largest bio weaponry researcher in the world---Umbrella Chemical.
"Délia, darling! Have you heard about the infiltration the night before? It seems a private agent slipped past our security," Dimitri put his hand on Jonathon's sweaty shoulder. He was grim with fear, "Tell me, good soul, how did this happen?"
Jonathon swallowed hard.
"Well, I guess it isn't of importance. All we need is to find out who she is. We can go from there." Dimitri smugly said, breathing down his assistant's neck, "So tell me, Mr. Shull, what do we know about this agent that stole valuable information last night?"
"Valuable information?" Jonathon's voice crackled with fear.
Délia gasped, "She took information? Research, I suppose." She pulled her blonde hair behind her neck, refitting the business suit she snugly wore.
"Ah yes, information of the Alexia Virus. She was able to photograph the new Tyrant models as well."
"Shit…" Délia moaned, "If those pictures are released to the press, we'll be wrecked for sure. I suppose its time we invest in electronic locking, not just flip locks. Our security is the lowest rated in the country."
"Back to the information, dear sister," Dimitri walked around to his seated partner, "She retrieved nothing worth fretting over. The only thing we need to worry about now is what she will do with it. We need to dispose of her. I have a new mutation, directly from the N.E.M.E.S.I.S. program. Like the one that was released in Raccoon to hunt S.T.A.R.S., this new model will be able to withstand any type of physical harm. The model in Raccoon faltered at the touch of acid…this new creation will falter at total mutilation."
"Total mutilation? With the right equipment that is an easy objective, brother." Délia did not seem impressed.
"Ah, but every time a body part is shed a new offspring is born. This makes this new Tyrant virtually unstoppable." Dimitri laughed with pleasure.
Délia stood up out of her chair, looking her brother in the eyes, "So now our only objective is to locate our agent…" She opened up the blinds behind her, looking out over Capitol City, "We have a new playground, brother. The matter at hand is to find our new toy…"
CHAPTER 1
A New Playground
September 26th 1998. That was when it all began. Ada hadn't entered the city until the 28th, but from what she had read she knew that the actual contamination occurred on the 26th. Umbrella was responsible for everything. She had come in hopes of finding her boyfriend, John. Discovering that he was dead, Ada now focused on the mission at hand: survival.
She had a different agenda as well. Along with Albert Wesker, former captain of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team as well as a high profile Umbrella researcher, Ada was to infiltrate William Birkin's laboratory and steal the G Virus information as well as a sample. When she got there a team of Umbrella soldiers, led by the faceless Hunk, had already retrieved the virus.
Everything seemed to be crumbling around her. Becoming infected with the virus herself, Ada found no use in living at all. Her final confrontation with Leon Kennedy proved to be her last. She plummeted nearly a hundred feet to the laboratory floor, falling from an overhang that connected lab to lab. That was the last thing she remembered from Raccoon. She woke up later on a helicopter, in a daze. She was dropped off where she was now-Capitol City.
Ada stood in front of a large, glistening mirror. She looked herself over, judging the still healing marks caused at the laboratory. She rubbed the mark on her left hip-a gash that extended from her mid stomach down to her lower thigh, "Damn fools…"
She dropped her bra to the floor and slid the panties off her hips. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Feeling the heat from the water, Ada stepped under the faucet and let the steam engulf her.
Too much had happened over the last few months. She had lost contact with Wesker over a month ago. Leon hadn't contacted her, but for what he knew she was dead and gone. How she missed him so much…
Sherry Birkin was in the hands of the HCF, an underground corporation that employed Ada for about a year and a half…until recently. The girl was the daughter of a top Umbrella scientist---she was valuable not only to the corporation itself but to information leading to possible reproduction of the G Virus. Everything was lost in the Raccoon City explosion…all data and all research. The brilliant mind of William Birkin was put to rest.
She grabbed a towel. Ada wrapped it around herself and walked back out into her bedroom. She put on the usual undergarments and dried her hair off, examining the ever present bruises on her chest. Damn it's been nearly four months and I still can't heal from these marks.
She pulled out a pair of faded blue jeans from her dresser. She pulled them on and fitted a belt around her waist. She had kept her hair short so it was drying quickly…not much to worry about. She grabbed a black sweater from the closet door across the room and put it on. She was still tired from the past night---
She dropped to the floor of the facility. The guards hadn't seemed to notice her. They were armed to the teeth, but so was she. There was a handgun strapped to her waist and a knife in her left boot. The assault rifle on her back would take time to assemble but the other weaponry she carried could take them out if they attacked. Still, stealth was the key.
Ada stepped into the door next to her, locking it as she entered. She flipped a switch on the wall next to her and watched the dim lights flicker to life. She was in some sort of sick research lab. How could Umbrella continue these experiments? Did they feel no remorse for the chaos and destruction they caused in Raccoon?
There were massive holding tanks lined up on the wall, seven of them to be exact. Each of them contained a Tyrant, one of Umbrella's most deadly bio weapons. These ones were labeled with specific code names however…T v.4.0. Ada recorded the name on a scrap piece of paper that she found on one of the office counters. There was more… "Bio Organic Weaponry (BOW) Tyrant Version: 4.0. New model, offspring of the T Alexia Virus. Smarter than previous models. Mutation on left hand causes immediate infection. Handle with caution"
Everything was to be recorded. She took out a camera and took multiple individual pictures of each of the creations in the room. The flash didn't seem to bother the sleeping creatures. They didn't even flinch.
After the photography was finished, Ada stepped over to the computer terminal in the east corner. She turned the monitor on and noticed a log in screen. Out of her back pocket she pulled a small disk, and fitted it into the drive. The log in screen flickered and disappeared.
"They need to improve security…" Ada mumbled.
She clicked her fingers on the keyboard and pulled up information regarding new experimentation with the Alexia Virus, the one that they recovered from Rockfort. It seems that Umbrella had actually managed to get a sample of the virus. More was at the bottom…different specimens that had been recovered-
"Steve Burnside…17. Infection confirmed. Virus definition completed as of January 26th 1999."Ada read the words on the screen, "Well well well…I've got everything I need."
She pulled the disk out of the drive and pocketed it. Flipping the lock on the door, she carefully maneuvered around the guards and escaped with ease.
Just the fact that she had infiltrated an Umbrella base boggled her mind. How could they be so stupid as to have such minimal security? Her investigation last night proved to be a success, and a failure on Umbrella's part. Still, the discovery of who was actually operating Umbrella had yet to be unveiled…
*
"That's bullshit! How could you have let her inside! She could have gotten the research! Everything is at stake right now, Jonathon. If that woman retrieved anything valuable, our careers could be stripped from us." Délia Spencer slammed her fist on the table she was seated at, "Find out as much as you can about this…get the names of the men on watch when she was detected. I want them to suffer."
The door to Délia's office swung open, revealing her brother Dimitri and partner in business. Together, for the past month, they owned the largest bio weaponry researcher in the world---Umbrella Chemical.
"Délia, darling! Have you heard about the infiltration the night before? It seems a private agent slipped past our security," Dimitri put his hand on Jonathon's sweaty shoulder. He was grim with fear, "Tell me, good soul, how did this happen?"
Jonathon swallowed hard.
"Well, I guess it isn't of importance. All we need is to find out who she is. We can go from there." Dimitri smugly said, breathing down his assistant's neck, "So tell me, Mr. Shull, what do we know about this agent that stole valuable information last night?"
"Valuable information?" Jonathon's voice crackled with fear.
Délia gasped, "She took information? Research, I suppose." She pulled her blonde hair behind her neck, refitting the business suit she snugly wore.
"Ah yes, information of the Alexia Virus. She was able to photograph the new Tyrant models as well."
"Shit…" Délia moaned, "If those pictures are released to the press, we'll be wrecked for sure. I suppose its time we invest in electronic locking, not just flip locks. Our security is the lowest rated in the country."
"Back to the information, dear sister," Dimitri walked around to his seated partner, "She retrieved nothing worth fretting over. The only thing we need to worry about now is what she will do with it. We need to dispose of her. I have a new mutation, directly from the N.E.M.E.S.I.S. program. Like the one that was released in Raccoon to hunt S.T.A.R.S., this new model will be able to withstand any type of physical harm. The model in Raccoon faltered at the touch of acid…this new creation will falter at total mutilation."
"Total mutilation? With the right equipment that is an easy objective, brother." Délia did not seem impressed.
"Ah, but every time a body part is shed a new offspring is born. This makes this new Tyrant virtually unstoppable." Dimitri laughed with pleasure.
Délia stood up out of her chair, looking her brother in the eyes, "So now our only objective is to locate our agent…" She opened up the blinds behind her, looking out over Capitol City, "We have a new playground, brother. The matter at hand is to find our new toy…"