Post-Resident Evil: Dead Aim
Author's Notes: Thank you for deciding to check out my story. I got the idea because, well, I think Ada's really cool and I wanted to write something that reflects how I see her. I know this chapter's pretty short but the subsequent chapters will get longer as I get into the action. I want to thank my beta, Jediferret, for keeping me within the RE universe and keeping Ada as much in character as possible.
Please review and tell me what you think of the story but, no nasty stuff, ok? Thanks.
Disclaimer: All elements of this story are the intellectual property of their respective owners (meaning Capcom) with the exception of the secondary characters who are mine and were created to be killed off. No infringement is intended.
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Chapter 1
January 2003
It was hard for her to believe that only four years after surviving the terror that was Raccoon City, they were on the verge of Umbrella's extinction. For three years she has been using her unique talents to aid the anti-Umbrella branch of US STRATCOM. It always amuses her when she thinks of how the 'gifts' Umbrella had given her would end up bringing about their demise.
Poetic justice.
She is currently on assignment to investigate an underground facility suspected of producing a T-Virus variant. Her objective: to gather incriminating evidence of said production and destroy the facility.
She looks at the papers in her hands: a map of the facility and a printout of what she is looking for, not that she needs it. She has an excellent memory and can recall virtually everything she has seen or heard verbatim. Placing the papers in the pocket of her black leather jacket for easy retrieval and shaking out her shoulder length blonde hair, she approaches the lab's secret rear entrance and enters the pass code. Once the lock releases, she steps inside.
Nestled between the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains and an eight-lane expressway sits the deserted town of Triumph. Once a picturesque part of the northeastern American landscape, the little town had quietly faded and died. The reason? Progress, with its high speed expressways, fast food chains and cheap motels had diverted Triumph's primary source of financial support, tourism, to more modern and exciting destinations. Still, despite being deserted and disheveled, it held an air of grandeur, as if waiting to be noticed and reborn.
The turn-of-the-century limestone secondary school was the only building that showed any sign of life. Parked in front of the main entrance was a merlot BMW Z4 Roadster. Behind the wheel, a young Asian woman is currently in a video conference via her laptop, "I've arrived."
A blonde man with dark glasses is on the screen. He responds, "I'm sending you the blueprints and a description of the sample."
"Is there anything else, Wesker?" She says as she uploads the data to her PDA
Wesker sneers and his voice takes on a deeper, more threatening tone, "No. I trust this will be done with your…usual efficiency, Ada."
Ada ignores him, "I'll contact you once I've retrieved the sample."
Ending the transmission, Ada checks the clip in her upgraded 9mm Punisher handgun and puts it in the holster on her thigh. With a sigh she alights from the car and removes her heavy black velvet coat. She would like to wear it during the mission for protection against the cold January winds but knows it will only slow her down and restrict her movements. Besides, it should be warmer inside. Putting her PDA in the small pouch around her waist, she heads for the door of the school. The heels of her black leather boots click loudly against the concrete sidewalk as she opens the door and slips inside.
To Be Continued…