Just Dropped IN
"Such dreadful weather" muttered Brandon as he watched the snow covered trees beginning to grow dark. He hated the moorlands more than anything. Perhaps even more than; those holier than thou Terra Save bastards… he looked at his window and watched as the lights from the town came alive. Fathers would come home from work, friends would go to the pub and dinner would be served. He hated them but he knew he had to endure them. The children would call him; Old hermit James because he never left his house but he couldn't care less what they thought.
Children… such wretched things he thought. He was glad he never had any! A ruined marriage, a ruined reputation, and a family name that was once renowned with respect and admiration. Now hated to the point he had to receive a new name and a new home in the English countryside from MI6.
He sighed and turned around and began to walk through a small hallway towards his fireplace. It was an old thing; made of mostly bricks and mud but it kept him warm and that was the point. He looked at his 17th century Chinese rug with pride; one of the few things I was able to smuggle before they took everything. He smiled to himself and walked towards his old radio. He tinkered with the knobs and the musical marvel of Wagner's Faust filled his house.
He picked up an old brown book from his shelf and headed for his red leather couch until he felt nostalgia creep up his spine. He walked towards a tall dark shelving unit; in it his treasures; pictures medals and the coat of arms of his family.
The pictures brought a smile on his face as he remembered the days of his youth; his days in Oxford, the mad fun he had with Alexander Ashford, the opium dens they visited and all the wild music they listened to. Those were the days… he thought. His eyes turned to the picture of his wedding day and he fought the strong urge to pick it up and smash it, Karen had been a good wife up until the money stopped coming in and he found himself being indicted.
He may have been Spencer's nephew and sole heir but he had never been involved with Umbrella, why did he have to suffer the indignation? I was just a bloody lawyer! Sure he took the checks his uncle sent him but they were gifts, you don't give gifts back! He mentally shouted and walked towards his couch and sat on it.
He picked up his book and began to read. At some point he dozed off.
The sound of a loud guitar woke him up. He had no idea how long he had been sleeping, he blinked a couple of times, next he wiped the drool from his mouth, he coughed a couple of times and he turned to his radio and recognized the haunting voice of Robert Johnson.
Early this morning
When you knocked upon my door
Early this morning oooo
When you knocked upon my door
And I said "Hello Satan I believe it's time to go"
He loved that song. It brought a smile to his face, he once dreamed of becoming a musician but his uncle had forbid it. He looked at his family's coat of arms and the bitterness returned.
"Bloody government, Bloody Terra Save I hate them all!" he growled. His eyes focused on his last wine bottle and he smiled.
"I wish I had the power to sort them all out" said Brandon as he walked towards his wine bottle, he picked up a clean glass and proceeded to pour himself some wine. He drank and felt instantly relaxed. Perhaps it's time for bed he thought.
His world suddenly came to a stop with sound of repetitive knocks.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Brandon nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard someone knocking at his door.
Early this morning oooo
When you knocked upon my door
And I said "Hello Satan I believe it's time to go"
He had never suffered a heart attack before but he was sure this was how it felt. His hands felt cold, his feet felt like they weighted tons, and his mouth was as dry as a desert while his heart was trying to escape out his chest. He slowly turned towards his radio and cursed the damned thing.
He loved Robert Johnson all through his youth but now all wanted to do was rip his heart out.
"It's my own mind playing tricks on me" he whispered to himself.
He took a deep breath and slowly managed to calm himself, he almost felt like laughing, he hadn't laughed at anything in years. Yet he felt like laughing.
"Ha-Ha you… cheeky bastard" he laughed at his old radio.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Brandon froze and looked at his door trying to contain the fear in his heart.
It's not a dream… someone is outside my door. But… who would come to my house at this late hour? He thought to himself. Henry the grocery boy would usually come on Monday mornings, other than for food he never spoke to no one in town.
Could it be Karen? He asked himself feeling hopeful. No that greedy bitch is rotting in London I'm all alone here and there is someone at my door.
Brandon mustered all the courage he had and slowly began to walk towards the door. His small wooden hallway seemed to last forever with each step he took. His black polished shoes made the wood below him creak. Brandon clenched his teeth and tried to carefully trying to muffle his footsteps so that the person at the other side of the door would not know he was there.
He was almost there when the sturdy wooden door flew open unleashing the unforgiving cold into his house. Brandon shivered in fear as he fought the urge to run to his bedroom. He felt something warm run down his leg, he looked down and saw he black spot in his pants and did not know if he should laugh or cry.
Brandon tried his best to ignore the fact that he had just pissed himself and he looked at the entrance to his house; the door had been open with such force that his brass door knob had slightly damaged the wooden wall. Brandon did not mind it much since he was busy looking outside to find his visitor.
It was pitch black outside; his eyes had trouble adjusting to the darkness, it took time but once he was able to see beyond his porch he immediately regretted it.
Someone was watching him; he could feel their stares all over his body. He placed his hands inside his red robes and almost ran back into his house, when he spotted something in the snow.
Brandon's home had always been hard to reach by car even more with the snow so he found himself slightly proud that someone had tried to visit him despite his obvious terror. The tire tracks in the snow told him that there had been a car in his front yard. But now it was gone.
The cold in his body told him that he should go back inside but he looked all over for any kind of hint but found nothing.
Brandon decided to turn around and return to his home. His fear slowly began to dissipate. He closed and locked his door. The loud click of the lock disturbed him for a moment but all things ceased to matter when he noticed that the music had stopped. He quickly turned around to see his beloved radio when he spotted a figure sitting on his couch. It was a woman, a woman reading his book. Her long blonde hair was perfectly tied into a bun; she wore small glasses that concealed her eyes but not her lovely pale neck. She wore what looked to be a very expensive black business outfit that was guarded under a white jacket.
Brandon's eyes wondered towards the woman's slim figure; she had long legs that he could follow forever and her breasts: My God! What I would do to those tidy tits! He thought to himself and tried his best to suppress the grin in his face. He felt all the blood in his body going up to his head as he blushed with embarrassment as he remembered the giant piss mark in his pants when he saw the girls eyes turn towards him. He felt his legs becoming weak and he yelped as he fell on his ass into the wooden floor.
Just the perfect way to make a first impression… bollocks!
He sat there trying to come up with something to say but the girl's eyes were fixed on him. At first he thought she had blue eyes but as she stood up from his couch he noticed they were hazel and depending on the light they almost looked grey.
I should be happy… I have one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, come to my house, yet… why am I so afraid? Brandon asked himself as he watched the girl as she silently looked him over.
The way she regarded him with those eyes; it made the hairs in the back of his neck stand up.
She looks at me like she wants to eat me… such… cold… cold beauty she is.
As if she had been reading his mind she began to chuckle and Brandon wished to god she would stop. Her laughter reminded him of the winds of winter.
"Have no fear lord Spencer; I am not Mephistopheles and I am not here to hurt you" said the girl. Her voice was even more bone chilling. Her accent was American but at the same time she added a cockney flavor to her words.
Brandon's skin color turned as white as milk and he fought the urge to scream.
How does she know who I am? It's impossible! No one knows I am! The government promised me!
He swallowed hard and answered: "I'm sorry Miss but you seem to have the wrong person… my name is James Townsend and I live on this…" before he could say anything else, he was interrupted.
"Lovely story but I know who you are, my lord Spencer" said the girl as she pulled out a small PDA.
"Alistair Brandon Spencer born in east London in 1962, your father died in a lab accident in the 70's, making you the only living heir to the Spencer's family legacy. The records here say that you were a disappointment to your uncle since you had no interest in working for him and chose instead to enroll into law school. You married at age 25 and you; along your best friend Alexander Ashford developed a drug problem… how lovely" said the girl with a grin.
He was terrified yet felt compelled to defend himself: "that was a long time ago!" how could she know all this? Who the hell is she?!
"It doesn't matter really Lord Spencer, what matter is my proposal" said the girl.
"I'm terribly sorry miss, but I do not understand. What kind of proposal would you possibly have for an old man like me? I'm just a lawyer" Brandon hoped he explained it as best as he could. However the girl seemed unmoved.
"My lord Spencer I understand your fears but you of all people should understand the need of revenge against injustice"
"Injustice? I am not sure I understand… what injustice?"
"It's very simple. You were wronged by the British government and stripped of all your possessions and your family's name was tarnished beyond repair. I have somewhat similar… objectives and I believe you can help me achieve my goals; that's why I would like to propose a partnership. You are the heir to the Spencer legacy and therefore can give me access to areas I can't touch and by helping me I will bring a rather painful end to your enemies" explained the girl.
Brandon did not know what to say; a part of him wanted to scream and shout the names of the people that wronged him but… there was something about that girl. She may be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but the way those hazel eyes stared back at him; so calculating, so cold…
The girl's eyebrows rose as if detecting his hesitation.
"Are you afraid my Lord Spencer?" asked the girl.
"I'm just a lawyer young lady I couldn't possibly be of any help to you."
"Why are you so afraid of your destiny? Don't you want save this world?"
"Save the world?" Brandon felt like laughing "just what the blazes are you talking about?"
"You are Oswell E. Spencer's heir! Your uncle he had a dream… a foolish one but it was still a dream. His hubris plunged the world into madness. Worse yet, the people of this world were so afraid that another Terragrigia would happen, that they gave up their rights and knelt to kiss the feet of the United Nations and its hellish pet: the BSAA and its little friend Terra Save."
Brandon felt rage possess his body, hatred clouded his vision and all he could see was the activists protesting outside his home, all being led by that redheaded bitch!
Brandon looked at the girl and asked.
"If I help you achieve your goals, you said you will destroy anyone who wronged me, is that right?" asked Brandon looking at the girl. She nodded.
"Claire Redfield! That bitch has made my life a living hell for two years! I want her to suffer" said Brandon with a growl. For a moment he was silent, he had never spoken like about anybody, he had always been a polite individual. But somehow the hatred he had for Claire Redfield had taken a life on its own.
Brandon felt mortified by his outburst but the girl… she was smiling.
"Claire Redfield you say? Um somehow that names rings a bell… but I do not know from where. Doesn't matter my Lord Spencer if one activist's death is what it takes to get your help. Then she is dead, she just doesn't know it, yet."
"No Miss I don't want her dead I just want her to suffer" explained Brandon.
"Why not? She sounds like a posh bitch" said the girl with shrug.
"Miss I am not a murderer. I could never do something like that" explained Brandon until he felt the girl get closer to him. Hazel eyes seemed to gleam as she spoke.
"We are all murderers my lord Spencer. We just need to be given the right circumstance" she smiled but then she walked back to his couch and bent to pick up Brandon's book. Brandon was mesmerized by the girls figure. Until she saw the girl throwing Brandon's book into the fireplace; Brandon fought the urge to weep for his now burning book. But the girl smiled once again.
"My Lord Spencer now that you have decided to help me, It's time for you leave this ugly cabin and rejoin the world of the living. Pack your bags it's time to show the world, the new you" said the girl with a grin as she exited the cabin.
Brandon felt better once the girl left, he was able to rest and wonder; Jesus what am I getting myself into? After a couple minutes staring at the wall in silence, Brandon began to pack his clothes into a brown suitcase. He wondered if perhaps he could change his mind but something told him that the girl would not be happy about it.
As Brandon exited his home he left a note for the grocery boy telling him that he was going away in business, next he turned towards the lights of a limousine. The girl was there; she was leaning against the car with her arms crossed. Next to her was an old bald man wearing a black suit; he held an umbrella over the girl's head to protect her from the snow.
Brandon slowly approached them and the girl smiled.
"About time my Lord Spencer I was beginning to feel that you were not going to come out now my butler can help you with your luggage, we must not delay I got an appointment. I hope you brought some shorts" said the girl as if by clockwork the older man next to her walked up to Brandon and picked up his luggage.
Brandon spotted the girl entering the limousine and after her.
"Excuse me miss!" squeaked Brandon, making the girl raise her left eyebrow.
"Yes? My Lord Spencer? What seems to be the problem?" asked the girl.
"I'm sorry miss but you never told me your name" the girl seemed thoughtful until she replied.
"A lady never tells and a gentleman never asks, isn't what they say?" Brandon looked confused and the girl chuckled. Her laughter was rich but laced with her cold demeanor.
"Where are we going?" asked Brandon.
"I hope you brought your swimming trunks because we're going to the French Riviera my Lord Spencer" said the girl with a grin. The mental image of himself wearing swimming trunks made Brandon wish there was a hole in the ground so he could crawl in and never come out.
"Black coffee is one of reasons I am still sane" muttered Ark as he took a sip of the dark liquid.
Ark Thompson sighed and ran his right hand through his messy brown hair and wondered how was Leon able to sleep after all the shit he had seen? Ark had been lucky he had only been involved during the Sheena Island outbreak and afterwards he participated in a couple of missions for the Anti-Umbrella movement. But it couldn't compare to sheer number of missions Leon had been in. He made the mental note to ask him about it next time they had free time.
He sat in silence in the white hallways until he spotted someone approaching: Ark tired his best not to drool at the magnificent figure approaching him. Ingrid Hunnigan always walked with professionalism; even though she was one of the most attractive women at the DSO she always never seemed to acknowledge it. Instead she always reminded anyone who approached her of the work ethics of the DSO and the rules towards fraternization.
As Ark admired Hunnigan's figure his body reminded him how long it had been since he had last been with a woman. Images of loose blonde hair and the red lips of the woman who was the love of his life haunted his memories.
Elza…
"Good morning Ark" said Hunnigan as she approached Ark snapping him from his current state.
Ark quickly turned and stood up and shook Hunnigan's hand with a small smile.
"Hunnigan it's good to see you, do you know if Leon is here yet? Or is he on his way?" asked Ark.
"He's on his way here actually. I passed him by a minute ago at the lobby" Hunnigan's hazel eyes noticed Ark's troubled look and tilted her head.
"Ark is there something wrong? You look like hell" Ark said nothing but returned to his seat and placed his hands on his knees and asked. "Does Leon know about the team we sent after Ada Wong?" Hunnigan shook her head.
"No he doesn't know anything, after the attempt on Ashley's life and considering the relationship between both of them it was deemed a security risk if we were to tell Leon about the raid into Ada's hotel room" explained Hunnigan as she adjusted her glasses.
"Yes, and now we have 5 S.W.A.T team members dead and 4 severely injured. Now how does this not qualify as a disaster?" asked Ark but Hunnigan was unfazed. Ark changed his demeanor when he spotted Leon slowly walking towards them with a smile on his face.
"Well, at least one of us is having a good day" exclaimed Ark as he pointed at Leon with his chin. Hunnigan turned around with a smile.
"Hey Leon, thanks for almost giving me a heart attack last night! Next time someone shoots the first daughter make sure you call your fucking handler!" yelled Hunnigan. "Now…" Hunnigan said regaining her passive demeanor. "The least you can do is buy me lunch" a very scared Leon merely silently nodded.
"So… Leon how did things go with Claire? Did she blow a gasket? She obviously didn't shoot you since you seem to be fine" teased Ark.
"Thanks Ark but I know better than to take any advice from you, I told Claire the truth and while she was upset at first… she managed to calm down after she had some ice cream, I have to give Rebecca some sort of gift now as thanks for the advice she gave me" said Leon. He looked at his coworkers with a confused look on his face.
"So do you guys know why Hunter is calling me to his office?" asked Leon looking at both with a confused face. Ark looked at Hunnigan and she sighed.
"Fine… I suppose it's better I tell you right now before Hunter pulls a fast one on you. Last night when you drove to see Ashley, the president ordered us to find Ada and bring her to custody" explained Hunnigan.
"For someone who boasts of being a super spy she was easy to find. All we needed to do was look at her modus operandi and used that against her. I searched every luxury hotel in the state for a guest matching Ada's description and lavish spending, easily enough we found her. The President was very angry and demanded we send someone to apprehend her. Unfortunately before I was able to create dossiers on the right team members, President Graham ignored my advice and called a friend who sent a S.W.A.T after Ada" Leon looked like his eyeballs were about to pop out of his sockets but he remained calm.
"Why wasn't I informed of this?" asked Leon obviously upset.
"Because you would have been a security risk, I'm sorry Leon but this mission was very delicate" explained Hunnigan.
"Delicate enough to get the whole team killed" snorted Ark.
"More than half the team was killed while the rest are on critical condition and we lost a Police helicopter that Ada hijacked and then crashed"
"I should have been told! Ada's is an extremely dangerous woman! Are you guys insane!? If anyone can catch her it's me!"
"I'm sure you are Leon but at the moment we have bigger things to worry about" said Ark as he pointed at Hunter's office door.
"We have questions about what happened last night and Hunter wants a well written report also he seems to have news for you, so if you don't mind we should get this meeting started" said Hunnigan as she opened Hunter's office door and motioned Leon and Ark to enter, which they did reluctantly. Leon did not know what was Hunter's game all he knew was that it was going to be a really long day.
The loud music was starting to give her a headache but other than that she felt great.
Ada Wong began her strut through the dance floor. The dancing bodies around paid little attention to the woman in red, there were a couple of heads turned, mostly young males who marveled at the Asian beauty but she had no time for them. She was all business tonight.
It had been a very long drive and Ada was looking forward to catching some sleep but it was time for business. Ada tried not to think about the fun she had in Italy but was unable to contain the small grin that threatened to appear, finally she arrived at the VIP entrance; there were two bulky very well dressed security guards at the entrance but as soon as they saw her they let her in. Ada walked up the stairs leading her to her contact. She felt relief as she noticed that the music wasn't as loud as it was on the dance floor and she proceeded to look for her contact.
Most of the people sitting at the tables were either rich kids or old men who leered at Ada. She sighed inwardly already expecting one of these old geezers to be the stranger when she heard a very loud obnoxious laughter. In the corner by a very odd looking disco ball was a group of people mostly women laughing at a very tall muscular man: despite being so large Ada felt a sickening feel in her stomach. Other than the fact the man was bald and was missing one ear he was the spitting image of Krauser.
He started flexing his muscles making the girls giggle when he must have noticed someone looking at him; he turned to Ada and grinned.
Ha! What did I tell you! I knew that she would show! Ada fucking Wong! The deadliest spy alive! He slowly towered over Ada who looked at him silently trying to figure out what he would do next.
"How you doing babe? My name is Solomon Kahler I'm sure you have heard of me" said the man as he extended his hand to her. Ada fought the urge to laugh at the man's pathetic attempt to act cool. Instead she smiled and shook the man's hand.
The man seemed to buy into her fake smile and motioned to the table where the girls were sitting; it was a decent size table that was flanked from both sides by some leather sofas; in one side sat the girls that had been giggling earlier; both had long brown hair and wore cute dresses. To the girl's left however there was another girl; a very attractive blonde that kept her hair well groomed into a ponytail and wore glasses, she was not wearing a dress for clubs instead she wore a white blouse with a black skirt and black heels. She seemed to be bored at the moment and eyed Ada curiously.
Ada assumed that she must be Kahler's lawyer and paid no further attention to her. She looked at Kahler who seemed pleased as she sat next to him and asked.
"I assume we're both here to talk about the stranger and his so called Job of a lifetime?"
"Kahler's smile faded and he looked at the girls as if looking for answers but was met with silence, but then he turned to Ada with a sneer.
"I am the stranger! Ha-Ha-Ha" said Kahler with a laugh.
Ada was not surprised; she knew that this man was not the stranger but some poor fool trying to impress her. Ada fought the urge to roll her eyes.
You may be a ruthless mercenary Mr. Kahler but you are no visionary. Now I have to wait until the real stranger arrives… great!
Ada crossed her legs and looked at Kahler.
"If that's so, what is my mission? I am very eager to know about this job of a lifetime" Kahler seemed unfazed and determined to continue his lie.
"I will tell you everything babe, if you go to dinner with me. I know this awesome place in" said Kahler but before he could say anything he was interrupted by Ada.
"That's nice but I'm not hungry at the moment" said Ada with a shrug.
Ada spotted anger as it flashed through Kahler's eyes until a beep from her PDA distracted her. Ada noticed that Kahler got a message as well, confused she read the message.
Miss Wong, please forgive me for being late. I will be there with you shortly. The Stranger
Ada smiled to herself, she expected some half ass excuse from Kahler but she noticed that he was reading his message with a smile rather than a frown.
"Well now it seems that it's time for me to get paid by the stranger, Ada babe it's been a pleasure" said Kahler as he stood up and motioned the two girls to stand up. They stood and Kahler placed an arm over each of them and grinned "I'll see you guys later He-He "said Kahler as he winked at Ada and walked inside a room leaving Ada alone with the girl.
Ada began to feel the weight of the awkward silence take over so she decided to begin a conversation.
"So…"
"Yes…?"
"Are you Kahler's secretary? Or just one of his groupies?" asked Ada with a sneer hoping to get some kind of reaction from the girl. But after a minute, Ada realized that the girl had not taken her bait. The girls hazel eyes shined like diamonds looking elsewhere.
"Are you always this childish Miss Wong? I was rather hoping you had some kind of business sense" replied the girl without even making eye contact.
Ada felt irritated; who does this bitch thinks she is?
"For someone as fragile looking as you, I would be careful with the things I say darling. It might get you hurt" replied Ada trying to sound as intimating as possible. But to Ada's chagrin the girl seemed uninterested.
"Indulge me Miss Wong, what do you think of your dear Kahler? Is he Stranger material?" asked the girl finally focusing on Ada her hazel eyes were on her and making Ada uncomfortable. The way she stared somehow it feels familiar…
Ada pushed her insecurities away and tried to keep herself busy on the task.
"Kahler is a fool and is in no way stranger material, which is one of the saddest things about this line of work. I'm always dealing with fools and mentally challenged gorilla meatheads" replied Ada as she watched the girl smirk at her response.
"Indeed Miss Wong you are right, however even fools like Kahler have their uses. You see; our good friend is an expert on explosives, a little mentally disturbed yes but he's smart on his department. Earlier today I asked him to teach me how to set up C-4 explosives and he brought some as tributes in my honor. Thanks to him I am now able to use them as I see fit."
"You know explosives are no fun, if you blow yourself up… soldiers take courses for weeks to learn how to use them. Just because someone shows it to you it doesn't mean you know how to use them" explained Ada enjoying herself.
"For ordinary minds like yours yes… but for me… Miss Wong it's easier than filing my nails" said the girl irritating Ada even more.
"Who are you? And who do you think you are?" asked Ada.
The girl just smiled. But before Ada could try anything the door from which Kahler had left earlier opened but only the two girls that were with him exited the room with pale faces. They stopped in front of the girl and quickly bowed and ran down the stairs and left the club. Leaving Ada confused.
"In case you haven't noticed Miss Wong I am the stranger. It was me who contacted you a week ago about the job of a lifetime as I also contacted Kahler offering him the same thing but he wasn't as useful as you are so I did what I had to do… you understand don't you?" asked the girl.
Before Ada had been confused, now however she felt herself in danger, the girl still sat on the couch with a pleased look on her face until she turned to the side and called someone inside that room.
"Violet dear"
Ada was unable to see inside the room but only heard giggles from someone inside.
"Yes…?" the voice inside asked.
"Are you done playing games? Can Mr. Kahler come back to play?" asked the girl with a wicked smirk.
"Aw! But I'm not done decorating! I still have to give him a smile" complained the voice inside.
"Bring him out now dear. Our dear Miss Wong seems to miss his company" said the girl with a sneer. Ada snorted loudly and glared at the girl until she heard something hit the floor. It sounded as if someone would have dropped a bowling bowl in the middle of the club but that was impossible. Who would bring a bowling ball to a club? But then again this is Europe so…
Ada turned to see what made that noise until her eyes grew as big as plates.
Kahler's head lay on the floor. His eyes full of terror and his mouth stuck into a silent scream.
"He-He-He sorry I couldn't give him a pretty smile but the boss is so mean" said the voice inside the room.
Without blinking Ada reached for her blacktail hidden in her dress and aimed it at the girl while also keeping her attention on the room and whoever was inside.
"I see… is that how you want to begin or working relationship Miss Wong?" asked the girl as she sank into the couch and tilted her head. She looked extremely relaxed.
"I'm the deadliest woman in the world and if you think you can lure into a trap, you got another thing coming."
"Ah Miss Wong you think I want to trap you? Why on earth would I want that? Kahler was a means to an end. You however… are a very important chess piece for my future plans" said the girl.
"What makes you think I would work for you?"
"Do I need to repeat myself? I thought we were very clear with the job of a lifetime Miss Wong. You provide me with the help and info I need and I will provide you with all the wealth you tiny little Asian ass can carry."
"You want me to give you information? That's it?"
"Well I may have to send you to the field at some point but yeah mostly information"
"Is this an offer I cannot refuse?"
"Of course not Miss Wong you can back out anytime you want. However… you did call yourself the most deadly woman in the world and that… mind you makes my poor Violet jealous and if you decline and leave, you won't be under my protection anymore Miss Wong and I would not be able to stop Violet from going hunting for you and try to claim the title for herself" said the girl.
Great… Just great!
Ada was now stuck between choosing one of two bad decisions.
Damn it Trent if I ever see you in person I'm going to shoot you in the kneecaps…
Ada was quiet for a moment but before it became awkward she nodded.
"Alright stranger you got yourself a deal" The girl stood up and smiled.
"Good now we can finally get to business" the girl stretched her hand out to Ada who hesitated at first but then she shook her hand.
"I don't even know your name, stranger" said Ada.
"I have many names and perhaps you may have already heard of me in the past Miss Wong. But you are one of the people worthy of knowing my name, so I will tell you my name. Just not today" said the girl with a grin as she began to walk away and she motioned Ada to follow her.
"So… what is the information you need?" asked Ada.
"I need to know everything there is to know about Albert Wesker" said the girl.
"Can't you hack some network and download his whole file?"
"No that would not help me at all I need… first-hand experience on that man."
'You're not the sort of woman that has a death wish fetish for Wesker right? Because let me tell you this. The man is a heartless murderer, sure he's great in bed but he only cares about himself and the only way he would be able to find a mate worthy of himself according to him; would be if he cloned a female version of himself and basically fuck himself. The ultimate tribute to narcissism" said Ada. The girl smiled.
"No it's not about that Miss Wong. You see… he and I have unfinished business. Now Miss Wong it's time we get going" said the girl.
"And just where are we going?" asked Ada.
"Where else Miss Wong? We're going to Africa"
Author's note: Well there you have it! the epilogue for Your Rain. I hope you guys like it. That's it for Ada's POV for a while. The next story will continue from Ark Thompson's point of view and will focus mainly on his friendship with Leon as he begins to plan Leon's bachelor party while at the same time dealing with his own problems.
What did you guys think of my villain? she will continue to make cameos as the story unfolds and her identity will eventually be revealed. Once again thank you for taking the time to read this Fic and i will see you at the next one cheers!