Epilogue

Ada sat in her hotel room in her white cotton bathrobe, sipping her green tea. Wesker and Melissa were in the next room. They were heading back to HCF headquarters tomorrow. But Ada had other plans. Her plane left for China tomorrow night. Her mission was over, and Wesker was just going to report back that she went to meet an arms dealer on some special weapons she was interested in buying. If she had told him the truth, he'd think she'd gone soft.

The Chinese green herbs had tremendous healing power. Everyone who was in the pharmaceutics knew it. In fact, they had helped her many times in the past. Wesker knew that, but what he didn't know was that she had used her last one today. The worst part was, it wasn't on herself.

Ada was one of HCF's best agents because she did what it took to get the job done and didn't care who she had to kill to get it. But after killing someone who actually cared about, and thought of her as an individual, not just an extendible asset. Ada actually felt guilt. One man was always ready to risk his life to save hers and Ada didn't think twice about ending his. Some part of her knew that he deserved her last green herb, and shouldn't meet an end like that.

Ada took another sip of her tea again, ridding herself of stress. The mission was over, they got the sample from Simmons' dead body, and her guilt was gone. She could finally rest.

The sun was setting, bringing the temperature down with it. The wind blew through the trees, sending a chill through the body of the man that lay under it, awakening his consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked up at the trees. His blondish colored hair blocked out most of his view.

"Wh-Where am I?" He asked, standing up. He used the tree as leverage. Trying to get up, he put his hand on his chest, which had an odd warm sensation. When he took his hand away, he saw blood, and remembered, he had been shot, but now, the wound was healed.

"Am I dead?" He asked himself, trying to figure how this could be possible. He should have been dead. He remembered now. It couldn't have been just a dream. He had the blood on him to prove it.

He looked around. No one was in sight. "Where did everyone go?" He asked himself. He looked down at his watch. He'd been out for hours. He must have been dead if the S.T.A.R.S left without him.

He had so many questions. His memory was fuzzy. It felt like he was just getting his brain back after having amnesia. The last thing he could clearly remember was holding a gun up to the one he loved, read to kill her. Then he had been shot by someone; someone who had betrayed him for the second time. "Ada." He breathed. And now it started to make sense to him. Whenever there was a conspiracy, or a mystery, he could be that she was behind it.

Ada was going to kill him, and he could have sworn she succeeded. She used him in her little game, and discarded him when she was done, playing upon the feelings he once had for her.

Leon shook the thought from his mind. He could relate to Ada, he betrayed someone he loved. He turned on the S.T.A.R.S. like she had turned on him. She was probably never on his side to begin with. He silently thanked her for sparing him, if she had done so by choice, but vowed to never trust her again. He just hoped that he could win back the trust of his friends. There was only one thing Leon could do now, the most important thing on his mind, finding Claire.