1996
The silver hallways of the underground Umbrella Lab was bright and was cold as every employee serves a purpose and one purpose only. With the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service or the UBCS, oversaw security. Umbrella Labs all over the world are under strict security measures, the UBCS personnel happened to be often bored and slacked off on occasion. Renowned agent Ada Wong knew of this. She walked through the halls in a Red dress with black heels.
The opportunities Umbrella provides offer paychecks no government or mercenary agency can provide. When one comes to serve Umbrella well enough, the rewards are endless. Ada felt a considerable amount of satisfaction in her work of paperwork and the field.
She walked with her head held high as two UBCS soldiers watched her walk past them.
"Twenty bucks says that she'll be screaming my name tonight." The first UBCS soldier tapped his co-worker's shoulder. Both soldiers dressed in green military long sleeve military shirts with lightweight black body armor with the Umbrella emblem on the back. Light brown combat pants and some choose to use carpenter pants with kneecap guards.
"You're on!" They shook hands. Ada mentally rolled her eyes. The UBCS soldier jogged down the halls then called for Ada's attention.
Ada opened the door to a lab where several scientists worked diligently. Out walk two USS members in their black-clad uniforms. The Umbrella Security Service walked out standing tall, unlike the UBCS. The black-uniformed security glanced at each other then stood aside like sentinels. One USS soldier had a reinforced head encompassing helmet while the other wore a regular military helmet with a red uni-goggle visor.
One of the UBCS soldiers slowed his footsteps as the sight. From there, he turned around to walk away with a clenched left fist.
Ahead, Ada refocused herself toward an errand to complete.
There inside a scientist stood above a microscope and ground his teeth. His blond hair was disheveled, and the eyes had layers of dark bags. Dressed in a white collared button up with a red necktie and brown pants. The scientist worked for months producing little results of his value.
His eyebrows narrowed while computer monitors hummed.
"Dr. Birkin," Ada called when she entered the private lab. Although the there are halls to the walk around some of the walls have glass windows for onlookers to observe the scientists with their research. The best equipment money could by of
microscopes and ease to have any room lockdown in case of an incident.
In the corner of the lab, a USS agent with his arms crossed with a black gas mask with red-eye slits observed Ada enter. Ada used her peripheral vision to focus on the potential threat.
"Yes? What is it?" William turned to from his microscope. At the end of his sentence, the words slipped in pronunciation, almost slurred.
"The upper management of the company hasn't received your reports," Ada stated plainly.
"I uh I." Birkin stammered.
"He's been working." A muffled voice came from the corner.
Ada turned her head to see the masked USS soldier.
"I was assigned to watch over Birkin for today. He's been here since 3:29 this morning. The Doctor has not stopped since. I'm assuming you're reporting to your current officer, Albert Wesker?" The soldier uncrossed his arms and stopped leaning against the wall.
"Yes, how did you know that?" Ada raised an eyebrow.
"Your clothing." The soldier walked several steps. He didn't break lens to eye contact with Ada. It was strange, to be stared at by something so emotionless.
"Okay then. I was just told to remind Birkin." Ada turned around to leave the lab. Before she did, the soldier finally broke his gaze and looked at Birkin.
"Thanks. I think I'm just tired." Birkin tried to come up with an excuse as he rubbed his eyes.
"Don't, and I was assigned to watch over you. Complete the task doctor." The soldier returned to his corner.
Ada left the room thinking nothing of what she just faced. Who the hell does that guy think he is? Her lip winced in the thought. She walked to her private office to do more research on her upcoming assignments. Something was boiling in Spain by the reports.
4 Hours later, The Offices.
Ada leaned back from her desk and stretched her back. These reports are a pain. Staring at them all day was felt boring and a waste of resources. Ada always thought that she was instrumental for Umbrella to continue its work. There was a knock at her doorway. It was open. A young man as he was one the scientists smiled.
"So miss Wong. How are you this fine day?" He asked.
"Bored to tears." She turned around. In her office, Ada has separate clothing in her office's closet of a business uniform whenever she comes to the labs. She changed into as soon as she entered her office.
"Okay okay. I was wondering if you'll do me the honor of joining me for dinner tonight." The scientist asked. He was shy by his posture but not an idiot.
This again? Ada looked at the ground. Having to repeat the same words she has been saying for the past two years. The scientist seems disappointed and left the doorway. When he did, Ada's stomach grumbled.
Ada organized her work for her return later. She left her room and pressed the keypad to lock itself. The scarlet agent made her way to the cafeteria without any incident. When she arrived, the large room as the people there isolated themselves, unlike the USS and UBCS. Ada walked to the food servers.
"What would you like?" The server nodded. He wrote a note and wandered into the kitchen to prepare her meal.
"A Caesar's salad with a blueberry muffin, thank you," Ada asked for her meal. Ada doesn't intend to eat the salad, what she wanted was the muffin. Umbrella's foundation depends upon employees that live by their work, and so Ada felt that she had to emit that feeling as well. Ada stood there waiting. She wasn't in agony. It was pleasant not to let them fall asleep for her to deal with while at the desk.
At the door, Ada overheard several USS troops enter. Right behind them, was five UBCS soldiers. Both sides bickering, on UBCS taunting the USS soon, became a war of words. Ada paid them no attention. They chatted and shouted. It took several seconds for many of them to challenge each other to a contest in the training arena. There was the place for both sides to take out their aggression.
The server arrived, and he had Ada's meal on a tray. He looked up and smiled at the entrance. When he did, the men in the cafeteria unanimously stopped talking. Ada turned around to see both sides of the soldiers take several steps back. The same solider that guarded Dr. Birkin walked in as well. His gas mask was still on, and his black uniform was easy to see without his combat gear. But his sidearm and holster were still strapped to his right thigh.
Neither side spoke as the soldier passed them. The gasmask wearer walked in front of the monitors that displayed the food to order. It was a different server about twenty feet away. Ada turned to her server.
"Hey what's up with them? A moment ago they couldn't shut up." Ada said in a soft tone. No one but the server heard her.
"He's an USS agent. One of the best, I believe his codename is DUNK or something. He's been with Umbrella longer than I started to work here. The rumors go that he takes the most difficult assignments. I don't know anything about him, and he's an enigma to the soldiers, so none of them even try to mess with him. Although he is USS, he's treated to be a cut above the rest."
"Really?" Ada raised an eyebrow. "What's his deal?"
"I have no idea. That guy keeps to himself, but I do know he's a creature of habit. Orders a meal of an egg sandwich for protein, but on the days before a mission, he orders fatter foods. Steaks, Chicken tenders, or Hamburgers." The server shrugged as another employee walked up to him to place an order.
Ada let the thought sit in her mind as she returned to her office. She sat down and took a bite of her muffin. Strange. Ada didn't let the thought sit in for long as she returned to her work.
Four Days Later
"This is Hunk; we've just arrived in the mission area." A cold muffled voice spoke into the radio, out in Afghanistan. His current mission is to hunt down an Umbrella Scientist named George Dragoon that has gone rogue and was planning to escape with several of Umbrella's research.
"Command here, we copy. Proceed with the mission."
"Understood." Hunk looked out to his current squad of eight USS and forty UBCS soldiers to attack the compound the scientist used to hide. This operation is on the books, and the chance of success stands in the minimal time frame with maximum casualties. 'A search and destroy mission.' Hunk was in charge of the USS, and the UBCS had to take care of themselves. With the possibility of survival, the pay grade is triple the standard salary.
Hunk looked over to his squad. "There are no known amount of insurgents in that compound. What we do know is that they have military grade equipment and are already on edge because of the scientist. We have to wait until the UBCS begin their diversion.
The USS soldiers nodded. None of them spoke, they had a job and Hunk expected nothing less. The night sky glimmered in the starlight. The half-moon made its descent to the hills and disappeared. Soon after that, sporadic gunfire cracked in the air.
"Let's move," Hunk ordered. The soldiers stood up in their black attire and formed up. Two men stayed behind as they provided cover fire. Hunk led the charge as the other five followed. Each aimed their guns at the potential danger locations. An enemy soldier stepped out of a tent to see the squad. He was in range for close quarters combat.
Hunk flicked his left arm and out ejected his wrist blade. With a single motion. The soldier's throat streamed nonstop blood. He couldn't scream, just as his eyes widened in the shock.
"Clear, support team move up," Hunk ordered.
"Roger that." The two USS soldiers stood up and moved in as well.
The Compound was on full alert, and the enemy soldiers were the local militia of radical terrorists. In their hands, the information would go unmanaged and liable for the company to be exposed.
An enemy squad of seven soldiers stood around waiting for something to happen. A majority of the base moved in to counter the UBCS. A truck loaded with an LMG and eight men ready to enter the fight. One USS member prepared to fire until Hunk lowered the weapon.
"Sir, we have a chance to clear them out." The new USS member pointed out. Command thought there needed to be more team ordinated members among the USS.
"We risk the chance of being exposed. The UBCS has their mission, and we have ours. Get ready to move when they pass."
The kid reluctantly lowered his weapon. The truck was loaded with more weapons and zoomed off to join the battle. When it was gone, three soldiers stood there guarding the area.
"Now," Hunk ordered. At the moment four USS members exposed themselves and took down the soldiers by stabbing them in the throats and head. With the guards no longer breathing, the blackened figure walked to the doorway and signaled the assault team to regroup.
They rallied up and there, and the USS support team indicated Hunk with a rapid two flash of blue. They were in position for the escape route. Hunk nodded. The rest of the squad lined up to prepare for a door breach.
"Go," Hunk ordered.
As that happened, one USS member shot off the door hinges, and another member tossed a flash-bang grenade through the opening. When it exploded the door was kicked down with several shots, and four soldiers were down. Among them, one was a USS member. A bullet wedged itself through his goggles. It was clean shot and went down without a problem. The men stared at the body.
"Let's move." Hunk clicked his TMP in case there was a bullet caught in the chamber. According to intelligence, there were four levels of the compound. The scientist is on the bottom. In a concrete bunker. There was no escape. If they died on this mission, Umbrella would send another team.
The four members set themselves in line. There were two routes to take. It would be down the central stairwell, or the series of rooms in which the scientist could be hiding in. There wasn't much of choice.
"Command, we're inside the compound."
"Excellent work. The UBCS has reported heavy fighting but nothing they can't handle. So far five are dead, and eleven are injured." The command center reported. It didn't matter what the numbers were. It just helped create the sense of urgency.
Hunk lowered his hand from his radio. The squad took the gamble of doing a room by room search. The Support team was ordered to shot anyone that leaves main compound doors. The first room was empty. It would take several minutes before they could make any real progress. But it had to be done.
On the seventh room. The USS stood on the second floor down. There was some resistance from freelance mercenaries but nothing the USS could not handle. One of the men was severely wounded. In a firefight, he was shot in the upper left shoulder and sat against the wall.
"There isn't any time. Leave him." Hunk said before any of the remaining men could oppose him.
"Sir, we can treat him." The same outspoken USS soldier raised his hand toward the wounded soldier.
The blood darkened the dark fabric of his gloves.
"He's your problem." Hunk looked to the rest of them, and they lined up for the next floor. They walked down the halls, the mercenaries' boots scuffed against the floor as the rest stepped over the wounded soldier.
"How is that guy even human?" The USS soldier kneeled down to apply bandages to his comrade.
On the way down, the USS dealt with more enemies, and there were a couple of scraps. Hunk and the men prepared to enter the room on the third floor. Hunk was there ready to move in first. Each of them rallied for the breach. The door was busted open, and a hail of bullets riddled the soldiers who moved in before Hunk. The area wasn't a room, but a hallway with a machine gun nest at the far end. There was only one USS member with Hunk. The door blocked Hunk on his way to move in, and he could've have met the same fate. It looks like this was the final obstacle to stand in their way to the scientist. Hunk yanked a green grenade off his vest. So did the USS member.
There was rapid cursing and fiddling with the gun for Hunk and member to take the chance. The USS member went first and then Hunk they tossed their grenades down the hall, and they sent waves of dust. Hunk took a peek, and the gun was still operational. They missed.
They needed to try something else. Before that could happen, an enemy soldier sprinted down the hall and charged into the room. He revealed a combat knife on his lower back and brought it around to plunge into the soldier's chest. Hunk made sure to disable him by twisting the blade. The soldier dropped his AK-74 and submitted to the pain. Hunk prepped his M92F. Hunk charged forward as there was no machinegun fire. Instead was several pistol rounds fired into the back of the man. Blood spewed out on occasion while Hunk used the corpse as a shield. That was all Hunk needed to press forward. So with that, the soldier toppled over, and with his M9 at the ready, Hunk unloaded it into the machine gun crew of two men.
The final USS member stuck his head out to see if it was safe to move.
"Sir?" The member asked.
"We have to move." Hunk stated as he ejected a clip from his M9.
The USS member walked over the corpses of the other two USS members. He jogged down the hallway. There at the bottom of the steps was on the fourth floor. At the end was a man in a blue shirt and white lab coat that was standing at the opposite side.
"Dr. Dragoon. You have violated the terms of your employment with Umbrella."
"Like I care. I was supposed to help people, not become an architect of aggression!" George raised his left hand. It was a detonator for explosives-rigged into the interior of the compound. "This will-" As those words were said, a bullet cut through his wrist causing him to drop the detonator and look back at Hunk.
"You're fighting for a corrupt company," George grunted.
"You're the mission." Hunk fired another round into the scientist's forehead. Hunk walked up to the corpse and took out a small device from his side pocket. There were several flashes of light. It was pictured to help confirm that the target was indeed dead. A white light flashed over the corpse for the miniature camera. Hunk lifted his handgun at his mark. One bullet struck the forehead, and two more shots fired into the scientist's heart. There wasn't any chance of him getting back up again.
Hunk walked to the blocky detonator and picked it up.
"It's time for extraction." Hunk said. The USS soldier nodded, and two had their guns up on their way out. It may be cleared out on the way in, but out is a different story. Hunk didn't make the call because he was too far down to have a decent signal. They checked their corners, and nothing was there to oppose them. Hunk and the USS soldier made it the room of the USS soldier that tried to help the wounded member was flat on his back. There was another firefight and both sides killed each other. Hunk could tell because of the two enemy bodies in the room as well. The USS pair was dead.
The made to the door, and Hunk could get a signal.
"This is Hunk. Mission accomplished, returning to base." Hunk said as he walked outside. Outside, waited what was what's left of the UBCS. All of them battered and victorious. Two of them, in particular, watched the USS walkway. A silver-haired captain and an older man that wore a green beret. They cursed the USS for their arrogance.
"This is Command. Roger that. The cleanup crew will be there for the bodies. The UBCS took care of theirs already."
"That won't be needed command." Hunk said as he continued walking. The final USS member still behind him. The support team had to bug out because the area was getting too hot and was in the stand outside of the compound. The UBCS cleared out.
"Why is that?" Command asked. Hunk lifted the detonator. The compound cleansed within the fire and whatever was left inside was incinerated.
"Well done, well done." Command commended. By the tone of voice, the coordination officer was genuinely impressed.
This is war, and survival is your responsibility. Hunk thought as the evacuation helicopter made its approach. A pilot codenamed Night Hawk shook his head at the sight of fire.
At the same time in Madrid, Spain
Ada looked out from her room in a hotel. Here a mercenary has deserted the company on vague terms. The night sky has befallen the city. Ada looked around and sighed. She walked to her briefcase and pulled out her equipment and dressed in an elegant red dress. It serves a purpose on two different kinds of missions, for tonight, it was the kind she hated.
There was a bar with everyone dressed in formal clothing. Suits and dresses. It was all rather dull. But here, a newly recovered recruit was part of the guard detail. He was a loose end for the company. So there with matching crimson lipstick. Ada left her room.
She reached the dining area, and there was a wooden dance floor, and everyone was talking among themselves. It was rather simple to blend in. Carry oneself with pride and behave like you're the one who matters to the world. Ada let her legs do the talking as several of the men make their eyes wander in her direction.
Ada spotted her target. A man in his thirties and had a blank expression. At the sight of Ada, enamored by her appearance. She wondered around to take a drink. She held onto the glass with the tips of her fingers. It was eloquent. It didn't take long before another man tried to talk to her.
"Hello, are you here with someone? If not, I'll happily provide you with the company." The man repeated his introduction, intentions were clear. Ada was disgusted by men such as him. The very question sounded rehearsed.
There behind him, stood her target. His name was Myles Anderson. He noticed Ada talking but didn't react. He needs a little push. Ada thought. So with that, Ada nodded and walked around the man. To the side of Myles.
"There you are, thanks for coming to see me." Ada left the end of her sentence to look at Myles in the eyes.
"Just play along," Ada whispered. Myles looked up.
"Yeah, it's good to see you too." Ada and Myles looked at the man. He had a buried expression of extreme annoyance.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Ada leaned her head forward.
"Nothing at all madam. Nothing at all." The man nodded and walked off on a different side of the room.
"I cannot thank you enough." Ada turned to Myles.
"Uh yeah. Well, I hope you have a good evening." Before Myles could walk away, Ada took hold of the end of his dress shirt. It was a gentle tug. Be a little aggressive but submissive. When Myles looked at her, she looked at the ground.
"Is there something you need?" Myles asked. That was all that Ada needed. For the next two hours, Ada gave a false past, a false name, and a false agenda. He led her to his room and there she offered a drink as he looked outside through the window. Ada walked behind him, drinks in hand.
"Would you like one?" She asked. Myles smiled and took it without thinking. Ada took a sip of her drink, and so did Myles. He smiled for a moment, but some burning sensation originated in his throat and stomach. The target fell to the group gasping. He squirmed and stopped moving. Ada tugged on her nose to pull away from the fake end, wiped the eye color contacts, and undid her wig that has her jet black hair to dangle freely. It was all stuffed into a bag that sat near the door.
Her glass drink was wiped down, and she left the room without a trace. She looked at a clock in the hallway; her flight is set to arrive in an hour. She went the hotel through the emergency escapes. The cameras that night and alarms set to black out the moment she left the building. There was no trace of Ada Wong at that hotel.
"This is Ada; the target is dead," Ada said into her phone then tossed it aside.
Umbrella Underground Base, 18 hours later
Ada walked through the halls to get to her office to compile the report of her mission. It was all dull and mundane; after all, knowing the details annoyed Ada. It was as if she was talking to a nosy companion who has nothing better to do with their life. She entered an elevator for her floor. As she pressed the button, a USS Agent came into the elevator. It was the same one she met before, the Gasmask wearer. He pressed a button three floors lower than the Ada's office's floor.
His back was firm, and his posture was that he held himself in confidence. His uniform looked clean as there wasn't any lint on it. His sidearm was shining the light. He was a soldier through and through, but just by his presence.
He stood there unwavering and didn't bother looking at Ada. Which she had to admit was the first time in a long while. Usually, all the employees here make up something to converse over. It was a rather nice change, and she had to admit to herself.
Then the doors opened up five floors before Ada's level. There were one scientist and two UBCS soldiers. They didn't look as menacing as the other veterans. They noticed Ada first, but the expressions changed as soon as they saw the soul gazing gas mask. The three of them took a step back.
"Hey uh Allen, didn't you forget a report on your desk?" The UBCS soldier looked to his right. The scientist caught on to what he meant.
"Yeah, I did. Come on, and I think I might need your help." They turned to the elevator. "We'll take the next one." After that, the doors began to close. When it sealed shut, Ada's expression was a bit surprised.
Interesting. Ada thought.
The elevator ride didn't stop until it was Ada's floor. She walked past the USS soldier, and when she stood outside the door, she turned back. "It's been a pleasure," Ada said watching intently. The soldier didn't move at all as the doors closed.
Very interesting. Ada concluded. She turned around to walk to her office. She was cut off by another employee trying his luck. Below, the operative known as Hunk walked to the lower levels to test new equipment and prepared for the next mission
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