When Ada had climbed over the beam stack, she hadn't been expecting the man of her past to be sitting there, hands clamped around the handle and trigger of an M16 assault rifle with a look of seriousness on his face. She had been surprised he hadn't shot her yet, as she was surprised that she recognized him. And while it had only been two years since the Los Illuminados incident, Leon looked like he had gotten twice as big as last time.
Taking a quick breath, Ada wanted to say something to Leon, but bullets ricocheting off the beam pile knocked her attempt at a pleasant greeting out the window.
She saw Leon reach for his belt, pulling out a grenade, and throwing it around the corner. The explosion rocked the area, but it seemed it did the trick since the firing stopped.
Ada waited for anything more, a return grenade, or Leon to start talking. She was slightly surprised that he spoken not a word since she had appeared next to him. Either her sudden appearance didn't surprise him, or he had grown used to her showing up unexpectedly, like she had in Spain.
Standing up, Ada turned to Leon as he stood up as well. She was able to get a good look at him too. He had gotten bigger, only slightly, but that made little difference in Ada's mind. As she was about to open her mouth, a man stepped out from behind Leon. Acting out of instinct, Ada spun, doing a spin kick that knocked the man back while missing Leon. Leon responded by shooting with the rifle he had, missing Ada barely. The double click the gun made after the firing stopped signaled an empty magazine.
The dead man fell to the ground, and now Ada had her back to the agent, the space between them no more than a few inches, and she wondered, what will he do…
Leon ejected the magazine from the rifle, but instead of reloading he shouldered the weapon, taking out his pistol from his side holster. He never took his eyes off Ada while he did that. He had to now watch what he did since Ada was around. While she had saved his life and all, and against the feelings he may have for her, he knew that he couldn't quite trust her. She had threatened to kill him at least twice during their encounters, and he learned from them: Ada Wong is not a woman to take lightly, he thought.
That was why he remained silent, to not let his guard down around her, but his eyes didn't have that seriousness right now. Her figure, still alluring even more in that red dress Ada was well known for, was starting to become a distraction to him. While he was a man who stuck to his mission to the point, he still had time to take in her beauty. His response to that was to not look at her, and he did with some reluctance.
And then Leon knew he had yet another problem.
Alright, now I have to find that woman before she does, and try not to get killed—by either the woman or Ada. Leon did particularly like it when things go from complicated to overly complicated, making his job even tougher than he had predicted it would be. At least what I am facing are human… he thought positively.
He waited for Ada to start to leave, or at least to turn her gun on him. When she didn't do either he started to wonder what she was waiting for.
He didn't have time to wait for her now, as the reason why he was in the area suddenly came back to him. He had to get that case!
He quickly moved past the woman in red, moving towards the steps heading to the next floor, passing the bodies of the men the two had killed. Leon tried to keep Ada off his mind as he ran.
Well, now that went nicely, Ada thought, taking another breath before she ran off after Leon. She had to retrieve the data, and then…she'd have to deal with Leon. Something she was not in anyway looking forward to doing.
Bridget knew all the men sent to protect her were dead. She knew that once the firing had stopped. She was on her own. The only she knew what to do now was to run, keep the data away from the assassins that were after her.
But without a vehicle to take, and trapped like a rat as well as without a weapon…she knew that her end was imminent. Still, until she reached the top, she'd keep on running.
Leon reached the top of the building, not running into any opposition, and Ada had seemed to have gone, but he felt that, like a shadow, she was somewhere. Ada's not the type to leave empty handed, he thought.
His mind returned to apprehending the doctor. His plan was to just take her down without hurting her and he hoped she'd give up easily. But when a person is cornered, and that person is from Umbrella, things don't go according to plan at all.
So, he'd take this situation like he had been taught during basic: negotiation before violence, if they resist physically, take them out.
Soon enough, he found her. Standing at least five yards from him, the woman was armed with a small pistol in her right hand and the briefcase in her left. She was pointing the gun at Leon, and the agent got into his stance.
Aiming his pistol with a steady grip, Leon shouted, "Drop the gun. Surrender and you won't get hurt!"
She shook her head, "There is no way I'm giving you this! You've already destroyed the company! This is all that I have left!"
Leon took a few steps forward, "I'll say it again. Drop the gun!"
Taking a drastic step, the woman pointed her gun at herself, placing the barrel against her right temple, "Take another step, and I-I'll do it!"
Despite her shaky voice and hand, Leon didn't want to take the chance, he took a step back. "You don't want that."
"Who are you to say that you won't kill me once I hand this over? I'm not going to—" A shot rang out from behind Leon and the woman groaned in pain before falling in a heap to the metal grating, and she didn't get up again.
Leon turned to see Ada standing behind him, her firearm smoking at the barrel from the single shot she had fired.
She had not wanted to do that, but Ada was in a bit of a hurry. Despite Leon's efforts to stop the woman's suicidal attempt to keep the data from falling into enemy hands, Ada had to get what she wanted.
The only thing standing between her and accomplishing her mission was the agent Leon S. Kennedy.
"Sorry about that, Leon, but I have a job to do," Ada said, taking a few steps forward, holding her gun up with her right hand. She got no more than an arm's length from Leon before he raised his pistol again, holding it in a similar manner she was in his left hand. Each of the pistols were touching the flesh of the other. Leon's gun was pressing against Ada's right side, in her ribs alongside her breast, and Ada's was just above Leon's heart.
"I know you won't shoot me," she said, trying to coax him into lowering his weapon.
It didn't work, "Don't try bullshitting me, Ada. You're after the case, right?"
That wasn't hard to figure out. "First words you've said to me in two years and you're very rude. Not a nice thing to ay to a girl Leon."
Her playing with him didn't phase him, "We have a problem, Ada."
She got a bit serious, "Yes, we do, don't we…"
Ada felt the gun press against her chest. He meant to shoot her, or at least make her think twice of getting past him. But Ada wasn't the kind of woman to back down from her objective, especially when she is so close.
But Ada had an idea, one she knew would work.
When someone had hand on his weapon, Leon would of normally done a takedown maneuver. That is, if it had been anyone other than Ada Wong. His logic was screaming at him to be careful. And he would listen, eventually.
Leon watched as Ada placed her free hand on his hand, moving it to her left side of her chest, and she said, "If you want to kill me, try aiming a little higher, like where the heart is."
Her hand was cold against his, and his heart beat a little faster. Was she trying to make him shoot her? Or was this just a trick? He felt her press the gun more into her chest, and now Leon was not liking this. He really didn't want to shoot her.
Leon loosened a bit, and Ada pounced like a cat. She tried to flip him on his back, but he had learned from another fight to continue to roll, and Leon found himself on one knee, but still holding his weapon in his right hand. But Ada was higher than he was, her weapon pointing right at his forehead at point-blank range.
She had him beat. He could get a shot off, but not before Ada could put a hole in his head. All Leon could say was, "You got me."
This seemed to please Ada, she smiled a little, "Even when staring death in the face, you have a sense of humor."
"You knew I wouldn't shoot you, even if I had to," Leon said, lowering his pistol.
His act of surrender seemed to hit Ada hard. She could easily kill him and he wouldn't resist. That is, if she wanted to. Leon didn't know for sure, but he had a small feeling that Ada wouldn't kill him. It was a gamble, and Leon knew it.
Then, Leon heard it.
It took Ada a split second longer to hear it.
A series of dings coming from behind her, where the fallen doctor was. Only she wasn't dead, her hand had opened the case and was pressing buttons quickly—
-and the beeping that followed made it clear of what it was, as it got faster as the seconds went by—
Leon responded by instinct, grabbing Ada by the waist and using a small harpoon attached to a wire, which he used as a makeshift rope, the two jumped off—
-jus as an explosion shook the building, knocking Leon's rope loose, and the two fell below, landing right through the roof of the fake office building.