Name Ashley Graham
Age 23
Date of birth 04/14/1982
Height 5"4
Weight 125lbs
Hair Blond
Eyes Green
Code name First Daughter
Status KIDNAPPED
Last known location. Heading North on 19th street NW after class with police escort.
Group/Groups involved or thought to be involved. Los Iluminados or Umbrella Corp.
Report from Officer Rolland, Tomas
I was in the squad car just behind Miss. Graham's Vehicle. We were about to turn onto Pennsylvania Avenue when we saw someone stumble into the street just in front of the lead car. The lead car came to a stop to avoid hitting the man who was just standing in the street. One of the officers in the lead car got out to move the man out of the street but the man attacked the officer with some kind of blunt instrument. Within seconds the officer was down and the man was heading for Miss Graham's car. The other officer of the lead car jumped out and fired three shots in close proximity into the man's chest but he kept moving. I don't know how but it didn't seem to faze him at all. The officer shot him one more time, this time in the head and he fell. But he got back up I don't know what happened after that because my car was side swiped and I was knocked out.
Report from Officer McPherson, Andrew
I was driving the lead car in the escort along with my partner Kevin Jenson when we saw a man stumble into the street as if he was intoxicated. The escort came to a stop and Kevin got out to move the man out of the road so we could pass. But before Kevin could so much as ask him if he was ok the man jumped him. He started to beat Kevin with a bone, a human bone I think it was a femur. He hit Kevin with such force that the round ball of the femur embedded into Kevin's head. In less than five seconds my partner and friend was dead. I jumped out of the car and pulled my service weapon. I shot him in the chest three times I know I saw blood spray from all three shots hell I was only ten feet from him but it didn't stop him. I re-aimed and shot him in the head and he went down. It was a clean hit to the head but he got back up, he must have been on PCP or LSD because that should have killed him. From behind me I heard the sound of metal hitting metal, I turned around and saw the squad car behind Miss. Graham's car rolling onto its roof with another car coming to rest over it. For the moment I couldn't go to help because I still had that thing to deal with, it was heading towards Miss. Graham's car so I reached into my Squad car and removed the 12 gage from the rack and ran to the rear of my car. It walked right into my path and I unloaded a round of buck shot into it from less than four feet. It almost ripped the thing's head off and it went down for good this time. I radioed in for back up and medics then ran to Miss Graham's car. I yelled at her to get down and stay down then went to check on the other officer. He was unconscious but he was alive. I pulled him from the car then went to check on the driver of the car that hit him. There was no one in the car, the gas pedal had been locked down with a cinder block and the wheel was locked into place I knew then that this was no accident, it was a full out attack. I could hear our backup about two blocks away so I ran back to Miss. Graham's car to stand guard. I couldn't believe what I saw. Someone was ripping the drivers door off and pulled him out. I couldn't open fire because I had the shot gun in my hands and Miss. Graham was in the seat behind the driver. By the time I got to my sidearm and tried to circle around to get a clean shot he was in the car and speeding off. I never got a shot off. That's all I know.
Primary Mission Seek out and rescue the first daughter.
Secondary MissionDiscover the identities of the group or groups involved
Secondary Mission Capture or kill the one responsible for the kidnapping.
Washington DC
Ada Wong looked over the contract that was sent to her through secure link network on her laptop as she drove through the streets of Washington DC. Ever since the first kidnapping two years ago she had been thinking about Leon. She was rather amazed to find Leon looking for Ashley and she was thrilled to see him…Even if she didn't show it. She was hopping that if she went after Ashley she would run into Leon again so she could finally tell him how she really feels. She had been working for Wesker during the mission two years ago but after she betrayed him to help Leon and for that Wesker tried to have her killed. Now she works as a mercenary for a shadow company in the US Government. The contract to rescue Ashley was given to her because she had run-ins with both organizations thought to be involved and Leon had disappeared shortly after the first incident. She picked the phone in her car and dilled the number at the bottom of the contract.
"Yes." A man said.
"Is this line secure?" Ada asked.
There was a static sound from the other line then silence for several seconds.
"It is now."
"I'll take the contract for the rescue of Miss. Graham."
"We hopped that you would. We have used a spy satellite to locate Miss. Graham's location through a tracking device that was implanted in her watch shortly after the first kidnapping. She was somewhere in Panama heading towards Colombia when the device went dead."
"You mean they found it?"
"It appears that way."
"Any clues where they might have been taking her"
"We believe they are taking her to Venezuela."
"I'll begin at the Panama, Colombia border and see if I find any clues."
Before the conversation could go any longer the line went dead. Ada's car pulled into the parking structure of an apartment complex and she headed for the stairway. Her apartment was on the fourth floor but she walked those stairs so many times she wasn't even winded by the time she reached to floor. Her apartment looked like another in the building, Small, white walls, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, living room. However it was not like the others. The hall closet was three feet shorter than it should have been and the wall could be slid off to the side reveling a large cash of weapons and explosives. She grabbed a large black duffle bag and threw it on her bed and walked to the closet and started pulling out the gear she would be needing. A silenced .45 handgun, three flash grenades, three fragmentation grenades, one in cinerary grenade (They can reach 3,000 degrees Fahrenheit.) one Red smoke grenade, and a compact MP5 sub machine gun with detachable stalk extension and silencer.
She loaded off of the weapons in the duffle bag then threw in some medical supplies including lots of bandages and a suture kit. Finally she threw in several changes of clothes and a black tactical vest and zipped the duffle closed. She looked at the bag for a second then headed back to the closet and pulled out a small .357 with a shoulder harness and holster and slid the wall back into place. She walked back into the room and unbuttoned the Jean jacket and slid it off leaving her dressed in a black tank top that sat just above her navel. She strapped on the shoulder harness and checked the .357 to be sure it was loaded before strapping it into the holster. It hung loosely at her side within easy reach if needed. She put her jacket back on and grabbed the bag and slung it over her shoulder and headed for the door. She reached for the door knob but drew back her hand as if she had been shocked. She looked at the door for a second before reaching into the desk on her right. She pushed the small .9mm handgun aside and reached into the back and pulled out what she was looking for. She flicked her wrist and rose her hand to her face and put on a pair of solid black Rayband sunglasses. She smiled and opened the door and headed for down the hall.
She walked back into the parking structure and went right past the car she was in earlier and up to a car that was covered with a tarp. She grabbed a corner and gave it a yank. She looked at her prized car for a second before popping the trunk and tossing the duffle bag inside. The top of the car was folded back and Ada ran her hand along the door then jumped into the drivers seat. The inside of the car was just as pristine as the outside except for one blemish on the dashboard where Wesker had the gull to put out a cigar. She put in the key and gave it a turn and the 320 horse power, Cherry red, custom convertible 2000 SS Camaro roared to life. The Blaupunkt radio was blasting out "Bad to the bone" as she pulled into the street and headed south with the wind blowing in her hair.
