Two updates in one day? Mmm, delicious. Well, This one turned out a lot shorter than I would have liked, but I promise the next installment will be a good honkin long ass chapter. Full of juicyness. Oh yes, squirm as I leave you a cliff hanger! Lol, well enjoy as always my wonderful readers.

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The door shut with a soft thud behind her.

Ada stood at the entrance of the large room. A black willow desk sat at the back of the room in front of a large window that spanned the entire back wall. It was relatively empty, a few papers in a tray were on one corner and a few folders held the other, while basic office supplies were neatly lined in between. Two chairs sat in front of the desk, tilted towards a single high-backed leather one that sat behind the desk.

The room was completely void besides a man, staring out of the huge window. His attire was simple. A black leather suit with sunglasses that made his slicked back blonde hair stand out.

Albert Wesker.

He turned around quietly as he heard the door shut, a small and deceptively polite smile tugging at his thin lips. "Ah, Miss Wong. Have a seat," his British tinted deep voice echoed across the vast office. She winced inwardly.

Whenever the man smiled, shit was about to go down.

Slowly, she made her way to the desk on the far side of the room. She looked down, watching the black carpet roll by as she walked. She began to think. Was this about her most recent mission? It had gone off without a hitch and she had completed it perfectly. Flawlessly. In fact, she had arrived from said mission only moments ago. The spy swallowed hard.

Ada finally reached the desk, sitting down in one of the plush, yet still horribly uncomfortable chairs. Wesker was faced towards the window again, a gloved hand scratching at his hairless chin in thought. He dropped his hand, clasping it with the other behind his back. "I take it Peru was hospitable?" The blonde made his way to the leather chair, spinning it carefully and sitting down. His hands folded in front of him on the desk, giving him an unsettling posture.

"It was," Ada replied simply. She crossed her legs, leaning back into her own chair slightly. Hopefully, he was just in a -very rare- good mood. Hopefully.

"I heard it went rather well. Please, explain," he said professionally. This was standard for debriefing. Ada allowed herself a very small sigh in relief. She wasn't out of the woods yet. Wesker still held an… uneasy air about him. What could she have possibly done wrong?

Ada filled him in on the details of the mission, often prompting a 'hmm' or an 'I see'. The assassination, by all accounts, had been extremely successful. Whilst perched atop a twenty-three story building, she had taken out her target with a silenced sniper rifle. The bullet had taken out the ex-Umbrella employee speaking to the people and instantly invoked a panic from the crowd. The chaos erupted further when a local drug running group opened fire on the terrified civilians and later claimed responsibility for the assassination. The whole thing couldn't have gone any better.

Wesker leaned back in his chair, propping his elbows on the armrests and drumming his fingers together lightly. "Superb job as always, Miss Wong. However, there is another matter we must discuss."

Shit.

"The mission you performed two weeks ago in Washington DC. Do you remember it?" he asked promptly. Ada resisted the urge to jump over the desk and slap him. Of course she did! It had been haunting her nearly every second since it happened.

"Of course. I was to eliminate the government agent Leon Scott Kennedy," she replied coyly, hiding the bitterness building in her gut. She had no idea whether or not Leon had survived. The media had been all over the shooting because Ashley Graham was involved, but none of them had been allowed any clearance of Leon's condition. Very hush-hush for just a government agent. Even with her expert computer hacking skills, she had come up dry. She had intentionally shot him in a potentially non-fatal area because she didn't want to kill him.

"Well, there has been a bit of a problem with that," the man leaned back all the way in his chair, crossing his arms. "It seems he's still alive." Ada went pale as her heart fluttered with hope and her gut squirmed in fear. She cleared her throat.

"That can't be possible." She sat up, grabbing the ends of the armrests, staring directly where his eyes should be. But his omnipresent sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, hindering her from seeing those menacing red eyes and any chance to read his emotions. If he had any.

"I'm afraid it is. I wasn't sure you'd even complete your task with all the fun you had with him." Ada's jaw dropped. He…knew? He smiled at this. "Come now, Ada. You can't possibly believe you're the only one with secret cameras. I've been watching our friend Leon for some time now."

Ada felt her stomach fall to the floor. Oh God, oh God oh God oh God oh God…

"And trust me when I say this, Miss Wong." He uncrossed his arms and leaned forward again, eyes peeking out from the top of his sunglasses, "I saw everything." Her heart and all other organs followed her stomach to the floor.

'He's going to kill me. He's going to fucking kill me.' She thought, horrified. He still wore his smug grin as she stared into his cold, menacing, glowing eyes. She closed her mouth, attempting to compose a remark.

"A girl's got to have a little fun," she remarked steadily, silently patting herself on the back for her voice not betraying her. As much as it was going to do. Wesker grunted in response.

"I'd say you had a little too much, Ada." He nearly growled. The spy swallowed again. Wesker only went on a first-name basis with people when he was pissed. Really pissed. "What was it, four times? I wouldn't have guessed you were so active," she felt her cheeks flush in anger and embarrassment.

'Fucking pervert! What kind of sick pleasure did he get from watching us?' Ada thought bitterly as her brows furrowed slightly. She wasn't a porn star that flaunted her sex life around. That was private. Very private.

Wesker licked his lips in amusement and tilted his head back up. She was squirming under his thumb like an insect. "I would like to look over this… indiscretion, but you've forced me into a very uncomfortable corner, Miss Wong. You not only failed your mission to kill Leon, but you have also displayed a potentially compromising attachment to this government lapdog. I've always respected your opinion Ada, so what do you think I should do with you?" He leaned his elbows on the desk again, clasping his hands and tucking his thumbs under his chin. He staring her in the eyes with a raised eyebrow.

Ada looked back, swallowing hard once more. He wasn't just telling her she was going to be dealt with, he was handing her the shovel, too! Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the chair, mind swirling with responses. She wanted desperately just to tell him to shove it up his ass and be done with it, but that would make matters much worse. Might as well bite the bullet.

"I have a feeling you already have something in store, Wesker." She said coyly, crossing her arms. Her punishment, no doubt, was just going to be a swift death and her body dumped in a vast forest. That was what was usually done with unsuccessful operatives. Wesker moved his hands away from his face.

"I've always appreciated your cunning ability to catch on quickly. I presume you have come to the conclusion I'm going to kill you. Am I right?" Ada nodded, fear building within her chest once more. He let out a low, short laugh. "Well I'm afraid I can't do that to you. Not yet anyway." He scooted the chair back, pushing himself up off the desk to stand. The villain walked around the back of his chair, facing the great window once more and linking his hands behind his back. He was quiet for a few minutes, studying the large city beneath them.

"I've learned a disturbing bit of information about you over the past few weeks Ada and quite frankly, I don't like what I've heard. It has come to my attention that you have been using your abilities to spy on my operation," he stood straighter, "and it makes me sad. I have always seen you as nothing but an asset to me Miss Wong, and here I've been betrayed. Imagine how I felt when I discovered one of my most prestigious operatives turns out to be a double agent."

Wesker turned, walking towards Ada. He grabbed the edges of the chair, lowering himself to be inches away from her face. "I was…quite irate." She could feel his hot breath on her cheeks. She could see his glowing red eyes through his shades. Her breath hitched in her throat as he stared at her intently.

She was terrified.

She had been completely found out and there was no escape this time. Her body was completely numb in fear. He didn't move and a grin curved at his lips. "Nothing to say? You normally have some kind of witty remark to throw back." He whispered menacingly. Ada didn't budge. Or breathe. She was completely paralyzed by the man inches away.

His hand shot out, grasping her throat roughly. He pulled her closer, their noses brushing delicately together. "You will not find death quickly, Ada. You will suffer for your treachery. Do not take my meaning lightly." Wesker said through gritted teeth, throwing her back and her head cracked painfully against the back of the chair. Ada tilted her head back down and ignored the pain, remaining otherwise motionless. He stood straight up, balling his fists by his side.

"And you will tell me what you have told them," the black clad man punched her viciously in the temple, knocking her out of the chair.

The world spun wildly for the Eurasian as she hit the floor. Black boots stopped in front of her vision, just before the world turned black.