"Krauser," Ada murmured softly.

The big man reclined comfortably in the chair, one leg slung over the other. Large, muscular arms rested against a well built stomach. Jack Krauser had a slight smirk on his scarred face as he looked at Ada, enjoying her discomfort and surprise.

"What up, doll face?" The agent sneered. "Missed me?"

Wesker shut the door behind him, causing Ada to jump slightly. She hadn't been expecting this, and felt very uncomfortable being in the same room with the man she had killed, deliberately. The weight of the gun on her thigh holster offered little comfort, a much large gun rested in Krauser's holster. His knife had been removed from its home on his shoulder; it now carelessly dangled in the blonde's hand as he twirled it around aimlessly.

Ada took a deep, straightening her shoulders. "It seems as if some paper work is in order." She said, looking at Wesker. Ada forced her pounding heart to slow, the adrenaline that had been rushing before came to a halt, suddenly making Ada feel tired. More of Umbrella's magic, of course.

Krauser's smirk grew.

Ada stared levelly at him. "It's funny," She said casually. "Could've sworn I killed you." She shrugged. "Guess I hadn't kept in mind the amazing magic of Wesker."

"The effect of my death wasn't for you, doll face, it was for Saddler. I needed a reason to not return to work. Figured you'd get the sample one way or the other." He grinned suddenly, bearing sharp, white teeth. "I just assumed Sera needed a pink slip too."

Ada was about to retort, her hand coming closer and closer to her holster. She truly hated Krauser, as good as a agent as he was, but he really was an ass. Wesker's sitting down caught both their attention. The ex-STARS member had a manila folder-the same one Ada had swiped-in his hands. "Ada," He said. "As much as I take pride in your assassination talents, I really prefer you not killing off my team."

Ada stiffened.

Wesker held up the folder in his hands. "This is familiar to you, isn't it?" Ada didn't say anything. "Perhaps you could tell me something you discovered about this?"

Krauser snickered softly, peering intensely at Ada who remained silent. Wesker, too, was watching her, waiting for her response. When he got none, the ex STARS captain clicked his tongue.

"Pity, Ada. Krauser," The agent looked up. "Would you mind telling your comrade a little about the contents in this folder?"

"I never read it."

"Yes, you have." Without warning, both of Wesker's fists came down-hard, on the glass table covering. Ada shielded her eyes immediately from flying glass, tiny needle-like pinches slashing her face. There was loud grunt next to her, she could hear Krauser's chair all backwards. The table covering was smashed; remains were now strewn over the table and floor. Shaking, Ada calmly brushed off the glass covered her skirt. Wesker peered down at the agents, although his face read no emotion, his glasses were removed, revealing two, angry cat-like eyes peering intensely at Ada and Krauser.

Krauser had jumped up at the sight of the smashing, his knife unsheathed, even though he realized he couldn't use it. Tiny pin-prints of blood covered his scarred faces, making it appear even more gruesome than before. Ada looked down at her own hands; tiny fragments had cut into her skin, causing thin streams of blood to run down her palm.

Only Wesker was unharmed from the outburst. The older man calmly removed a few pieces of glass from his clothing, as though nothing had happened. Krauser even looked a bit worried. The agent hesitated, than sheathed his knife.

"You two are my best agents." Wesker said in a low, dangerous voice. "I know not trust either of you, I've known not to from the very beginning."

Ada fidgeted nervously in her seat, the warm blood between her fingers slowly dripping onto her dress. Wesker leaned forward; the gold irises of his eyes were like magnets, drawing up Ada's own gray orbs relentlessly, until she couldn't help but stare into them. Wesker smiled slightly.

"Why did you steal the folder, Ada?"

Ada grimaced. "I was stupid," She said quietly. "It won't happen again sir, I promise." Ada bowed her head, feeling like a five year-old being scolded by a teacher.

"Ada…if you were just curious about my new project, why didn't you ask?"

Ada looked up, vaguely surprised. Wesker was staring at her thoughtfully, purposely laying out bait for her, Ada knew. She wouldn't fall for it. Despite the questions she wanted to ask, Ada did not go for the bait, she refused to have Wesker reel her in. Wesker chuckled deeply. "I do not need to tell you that curiosity killed the cat, Ms. Wong." He said. "My project is very big, perhaps one of the biggest projects I will have ever committed myself to."

"W…what is it?" Ada asked hesitantly, wanting an answer.

Without a word, Wesker opened his drawer, pulling out another folder, this one decidedly thicker than the others. He shoved across the table to Ada, who accepted it. Krauser craned his thick neck more, trying to get a closer look, all the while, trying not to look too interested. Wesker waited for Ada to read it quietly, no expression.

This time, each page in the folder was dedicated to one person each, a thicker amount of information of each. Most of them, from what Ada could tell, were about previous residents-possibly alive still-that were from, or were affiliated, with Silent Hill. Ada slowly turned each page, her gaze growing wider and wider. It surprised her how many of these people had been marked dead in red ink. One page in particular caught her attention. James Sunderland. Ada looked up at Wesker, than back down at the page. His name had been marked dead as well. On the next page was a woman named Mary, the deceased wife of James Sunderland. Ada's hand trembled as she turned to the next page. A picture of Laura greeted her.

"Laura…" Ada murmured.

"Yes, the young lady you met yesterday."

"But how…" Ada shook her head. "I thought her father was still alive."

"He is." Ada looked up. Wesker was smirking again. "He tried to trick people into thinking he was dead; he even used an alias for a short period. I guess he couldn't handle the strain of hiding, the guilt of killing himself off. Up to a few years ago, he assumed the name James Sherman. Your friend Luis helped me dig up quite a bit of information on him."

"Luis?" Ada's hand went involuntarily to her throat, suddenly feeling nervous. Krauser was leering beside her. "He helped you-"

"Don't look so surprised, Ada, he is afterall, one of my workers, I gave him life. He feels incline to help me with my work."

"Does he know anything about this?" Ada asked quietly.

"No." Ada grimaced. Luis was getting into just what killed him last time. He would not be happy.

"What do you want with Laura?" Ada asked carefully, feeling inclined to defend the poor girl. "Why was she crying?"

"What happened between me and Ms. Sunderland is private information." Wesker said in a dangerous tone. "He father's alias was not all we dug up on him. His wife died many years ago-supposedly, no body was ever found. She had been very sick, she and her husband go away for a weekend, and neither is ever seen again…until now…"

"No," Ada shook her head. "You mean that…"

"Sounds suspicious to me." Krauser spoke up. "Man decides to kill his already dying wife. Maybe there was another woman…"

"How does this connect to Silent Hill?" Ada shot at Wesker. "Maybe she just died while with him on vacation, and he got scared."

"Than where'd he get the kid?" Krauser demanded. "The crone had no kids. She was adopted." He grinned. "Guess Wesker didn't tell you the best part yet. Sunderland most likely took his wife to Silent Hill for holiday there."

"You told Laura her father killed his wife." Ada figured, with a soft, sad voice.

"Yes. Only, Laura and Mrs. Sunderland knew each other before all that. They had met, in a hospital. Apparently, the two had been very close. Imagine learning that the person you love most killed the other person you loved most."

"How is this part of your project?"

"You see," Krauser said, standing for effect. "Wesker here believes that Laura is originally from Silent Hill, she was born there. Her parents gave her up for adoption, or else they died. The orphanages in Silent Hill were heavy believers of some religion. They brought up the children to be a part of the religion."

"You have this all figured out, don't out?" Ada glared savagely at Kraser who returned her smile easily.

"On contrary," Krauser said. "Wesker told me his whole plan. Brain work was nearly inevitable."

"Okay, so Laura once lived in Silent Hill." Ada said. "Why are you so interested in her?"

"The children of Silent Hill are different." Wesker said. "They're special. Laura, I believe, was to be used for some purpose by the people who looked after her-the same purpose that ended her up in the hospital."

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"I merely want to know." Wesker said simply. "Maybe to use the info for future plans."

Ada looked dubiously at Wesker. They fascinated him? Power fascinated him. That place must have been screwed up if it had caught his attention. Although his face was still unreadable, Ada knew he was lying, it was entirely obvious. Her own shit had told better lies than that. Funny, she'd expected a mastermind to have better excuses.

"To create more viruses?" Ada asked flatly.

"Yes, Ms. Wong." Wesker said, slightly irritably with dry sarcasm. "The rest is purely confidential." He gave a look that told her not to pursue the matter. "I believe you have some business to attend to Ada." It was true.

Exiting the room, a knot had formed in her stomach, dread, fear, anxiety. What was he doing? The question gnawed at her painfully. He was usually very vocal of his plans to her, she was his top agent!

He's losing trust in me.

Something didn't settle right with her. Clearly, he didn't want her to know something, something that involved Laura, and those two girls-missing. Ada worried for Laura's safety. She didn't know what made her want to help her; Ada didn't like to help anyone but herself mostly. To be frank, Laura reminded her a bit of…Leon. A little naïve, a little outspoken…whatever Wesker had in store for her couldn't be good.

The children of Silent Hill aren't like others. They're special.

Special in what way? What made Silent Hill different from so many other places? Was there something she was missing? What had Wesker told Laura yesterday?

Fear succumbed to tenseness; Ada could feel the pain building up. The knot in her stomach tightened, Ada stopped and had to actually steady herself on the wall. She couldn't explain what this was coming from, she suddenly felt so anxious, so dreadful of the events to come. A sudden flood of realization hit her, making her think of how time was running out, but she didn't know of what. Something was going to happen, that she knew. Something unpleasant.

Ada took out her cell phone, rapidly punching the numbers. Having casually glimpsed over her phone as she did this, she caught a fleeting image of a girl, about fourteen to sixteen, standing at the end of the hall, wearing a blue dress. When Ada blinked, she was gone as though she had never been there at all.

"Shit…" Ada murmured softly to herself. A voice picked up on the other end of the phone. Ad jumped slightly, having forgotten the phone had been ringing.

"Luis," Ada said urgently. "I need to pick up a friend for me tonight."

Wesker's Office.

"Do you think she suspects?" Krauser asked the ex-STARS captain. Wesker sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Yes." He answered. "I know she does."

"What are we going to do?" Krauser asked gruffly, turning to face his boss.

"Nothing…yet." Wesker said. "Wong doesn't know it yet, but she is a key component in my master plans. Sunderland trusts her more than me."

Krauser nodded in agreement. "I followed them yesterday to the park." He said. "they were talking, but I couldn't hear."

"I think if we play our cards right," Wesker said thoughtfully. "We can have Ada lure Sunderland to just where we want her. I'm sure she is still considering our proposition, Sunderland. After all, she loved Mary far before she loved James. In the meanwhile, Krauser, I want you to continue to keep an eye on Ada and our Spanish friend, I'd hate for them to found out things so soon." He smiled abruptly. "The games have just begun."

Author's Note- Just to warn you, I will be making up information for characters that have not been provided already. I really appreciate your reviews, this story is really tricky and complex, I'm still trying to figure some things out. Please message me if you have any questions, or haven't played Silent Hill and have any questions about what the heck I'm writing about.

I do not own SH or RE.