A few days ago

Claire sighed again and ran her hand through her hair. In slow, tugging movements, she undid her ponytail, letting her loose hair sway in the wind.

She was tired. For a good cause, most of the civilians had recovered from the attack, the government had provided temporary housing for many, others had improved significantly, and she had heard that the reconstruction of the city had already begun. It would be some time before things returned to normal, but there was hope for many, and she was pleased with herself for having been part of the people who changed the world for others.

But, God, how tiring it was.

Sherry had asked her to train earlier, but she had refused, which was rare. Perhaps the mental fatigue was greater, and, well, as practically everyone around her said, she felt she deserved a rest.

Her eyes lifted to the sky. It wasn't a full moon night, but she liked looking at the stars. Her shift technically wasn't over yet, so that was pretty much all she had to do while she waited for her break.

After a few minutes, she heard footsteps approaching. At first, she was curious. Few soldiers entered that part of the camp at night. But she soon recognized who it was.

The footsteps were too light to be one of the soldiers, and there was the distinctive smell of mint gum.

Ghost was approaching, and in the distance, he stopped for a moment. Probably surprised to see her there. But then he approached at the same pace as before, making Claire look at him when he got close enough.

"Ghost... good to see you." She said, maintaining eye contact with him for a few moments before turning back to face the sky.

"Redfield." He greeted her back, in that same reserved manner.

"So, did Piers give you a hard time today?" she asked amusedly, and the agent sighed slightly.

"... I respect his curiosity. I can tell he wants to improve himself." Claire smiled sideways.

"Really? Don't you feel frustrated that you tried to stay away from them for so long only for one of them to follow you around all day and draw attention to you?" She asked again, still amused, and he was silent for a few moments.

"It was inevitable... I've attracted a lot of attention since I arrived." He replied.

"Um, I agree with that." She said, shaking her head slightly sideways and sighing again. She'd like a massage.

"Busy day?" He asked, and she ducked her head slightly. Despite the occasional conversations she had with him, she still wasn't entirely used to all that friendliness. Well, not that she would complain. Little by little, she found herself drawn to him.

She didn't know exactly why, but that mysterious yet familiar tone intrigued her. Not to mention that he was easy to talk to and had a surprisingly good sense of humor.

Well, sometimes.

"Yes. You know how it is, checking on some patients, releasing others, tests on some... sometimes it feels like a marathon." She said, sitting down on the floor and resting her arms on her thighs.

"Hm... it's admirable. You feel it's worth it." He said, and in response, she just shook her head, her face wearing a shy smile.

"And what about you? What exactly are you doing in that tent?" She glanced at him, and he crossed his arms, leaning against a nearby tree.

"Out discussing some details with Hunk, paperwork." He said, and Claire arched a questioning eyebrow. "What? I have a report to do."

She laughed lightly.

"What bravery. At least it's a bit easier." She said, and he stared at her.

"Yes, it is... when you're not attacked by a ferocious paper cut." He joked, and she laughed a little louder.

"I've had worse - flu shot." He whistled.

"The horror." He joked. It was strangely amusing to hear him joking in a professional voice, now that she was used to it.

"At least you're not dealing with people." Claire said. "It's worse than the paperwork. The arrogant, the stupid, the liars." Ghost shook his head.

"On that I agree, especially the liars. Never trust an atom." He said, and she looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "They make everything up."

She groaned, but couldn't control her laughter.

"Boy, it's still hard to believe you and your jokes. You have a whole book of them?" Ghost shrugged.

"Guilty as charged. Hunk calls it 'Ghost's Crapbook of Questionable Jokes'." He stared at her, and for some reason, she really wanted to laugh at the serious way his eyes stared at her. "It's limited edition."

"Oh, my God." She said between short bursts of laughter.

They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the surprisingly friendly atmosphere. She still wasn't sure what to make of the situation, but he was very different from what she had initially imagined.

Deep down, she was afraid to approach him, and part of her mind warned her to stay away. He was a totally unknown agent whose main purpose in life was to kill.

But she couldn't stop it. Even she couldn't say why.

Ghost, for his part, was in the same situation. Part of his being warned him to stay away, and the other part... the really dangerous part, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her with her hair loose, felt charmed by the woman's unique beauty, mesmerized by her eyes.

This could have serious consequences... he, and she, could die because of it.

"So... Ducati or a Harley, huh?" His voice pulled the woman from her thoughts, who blinked a few times in confusion and surprise in his direction. "Sherry told me you were planning to buy a motorcycle."

"Ah... yes. I used to have one, a long time ago. And I've been wanting one for a while now, I miss the feel of it." She said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, curious to hear the agent hold his breath, and attentive when his heart started beating a little faster.

She just ignored it, not wanting to jump to conclusions. The idea of being one of the few, or the only person, who could read that man like that was both incredibly arousing and incredibly frightening.

"So, which one did you choose?" He asked again.

"None yet... but I think I'll go with the Harley. I like the design, and it's the one I had before." She replied, and he grunted softly, looking thoughtful.

"The Harley is very good... but I'd go with the Ducati." The woman looked at him with both eyebrows arched, a slight smile on her face in an expression of curiosity and surprise.

They had more in common than she thought, and that, for some reason, was a good thing.

"Look at that, I didn't think you liked motorcycles." She said, and he shrugged.

"What can I say? It was the vehicle I most enjoyed learning to handle." She shook her head.

"There's no feeling like it, is there? But why the Ducati?" He bowed his head slightly.

"Why not the Ducati? It's a performance machine. Beauty, precision and speed, everything a man needs." She grimaced slightly, shrugging.

"I don't know about that. It's certainly fast, but there's nothing like the rumble of a Harley. You feel the power. Not to mention the iconic design." She said, keeping her friendly tone.

"Power? It had to be a Redfield, just power, no agility." He joked, and Claire gave him a falsely offended look. He just shrugged. "Good luck racing around town on that bulky Harley. It's a refrigerator on wheels." He joked back, and Claire stood up, crossing her arms while maintaining her offended but playful gaze.

"I don't have to rush through traffic like a madman. With the Harley it's about enjoying the ride. Argh, that's the problem with men, they only care about the climax and not the part that comes before." She began to shake her head with a certain drama, and couldn't hold back her laughter when she saw him staring at her with a certain intensity.

"...Rude." He said it seriously and professionally, which made her laugh a little louder. "I still prefer the Ducati. A question of technology. The Ducati is much more advanced. It's like comparing a super-advanced robot with an ordinary man." He said, noticing the change in the woman's countenance.

Her smile died a little and her eyes became a little darker. But she soon disguised it.

"It's the same argument I use with Sherry when she says Rambo is better than Terminator." She said, and he stared at her for a few moments, remembering well the little argument he'd had with her on that train.

"... She's not wrong." He said, and Claire made an incredulous expression, looking at him as if he were crazy.

"Oh no, not you too." She said dramatically.

"What? It's a great movie." He said again.

"What is it with you people and your bad tastes."

"Are you going to say that Rambo is bad?"

"No... but Terminator is much better. What's Rambo going to do against a killing machine?"

"... Destroy."

"Are you serious?" She asked.

"He's also a killing machine."

"But he's a human. I doubt a human could go up against the Terminator."

"I'm pretty sure I could." He said, and she paused for a few moments, thinking about his words. Then she looked at him with analytical eyes.

"... I admit that you might be able to. But you have all this technology at your disposal. Rambo didn't. He lived in the 80s, the technology doesn't even compare."

"But if he had access, he could do it."

"The point is that he doesn't."

They were silent for a few moments, so involved in the friendly conversation that they didn't even hear their inner voices alerting them to what they were doing.

And to be honest with themselves, they didn't mind too much. It was good, and they just wanted to enjoy it a little.

"... Rambo's still better."

Claire stared at him.

"... Well, I suppose there's nothing I can do about you being wrong."

Chris ran backwards and jumped to the side a few moments before the tyrant landed on the ground, its huge arm embedded in the concrete where the soldier had been a few moments before.

Chris raised his rifle, but soon grunted as he felt his vest being hit by bullets from Irving's gun, who was calmly walking towards him while unloading his clip.

Redfield jumped backwards as he threw a stun grenade to the ground, gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain he felt as he was hit a few times, luckily still in his tactical vest.

The stun grenade exploded, temporarily stunning both Tyrant and Irving.

Chris quickly got up and threw a hand grenade towards the two of them as he ran towards the elevator, quickly pressing the button to go up. There was no way he could fight the two of them in that place, there was only one corridor that led directly to the elevator, with no doors or rooms that could serve as cover or be open enough for that fight.

As much as he didn't like the idea, he had to leave Ghost alone down there.

The elevator doors closed and he began to climb. Quickly, Chris bandaged his upper thigh, which had been hit by one of Irving's bullets. From his tactical vest he took some bandages already bathed in the herbal serum made by Ghost's organization.

As he finished bandaging his wound, he grunted as he felt his body suddenly thrown sideways. The entire elevator shook, and he focused his eyes on the claw running across the floor, just a few centimeters from the still-closed doors.

He pointed his rifle downwards and fired, only to feel himself being thrown again and grunt as he kept his balance. The elevator doors opened slightly, only to be prevented from opening completely.

Redfield realized that he was only a few centimetres away from that fucking director's office. The elevator shook as it tried to continue its journey, only to be stopped by the sheer force of the tyrant.

Chris thought quickly and focused his eyes on the small skylight above his head. Quickly, he burst through the bars and leapt upwards, pulling his body onto the roof of the elevator after placing the rifle on his back.

He staggered slightly as the elevator shook again, and then jumped into the office ahead, just before the floor of the elevator was completely destroyed by the creature, which was already focusing its clear eyes on the soldier.

To his surprise, it wasn't the tyrant that attacked him, but Irving. The man leapt through the elevator with superhuman agility and, taking a hold of the elevator wall, advanced quickly towards Chris, who gritted his teeth and put his rifle in front of him for protection.

He immediately grunted as he felt his body being thrown backwards with extreme force, and he gritted his teeth as he felt his back hit the floor.

The tyrant jumped up and advanced towards him. Chris, grunting once again, rolled onto his side, grunting lowly as he saw his rifle lying on the ground next to the tyrant.

His eyes focused on Irving, already raising his pistol in his direction. Chris clicked his tongue briefly and, in response, picked up his own pistol and fired at Irving at great speed. So fast that the man couldn't even react until his pistol was knocked out of his hand and bullets hit him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

The tyrant, as a way of protecting its master, picked up the office table and threw it towards Chris, advancing towards the man shortly afterwards, using the table as a way of camouflaging its movement.

Chris dodged as he ducked, and as his eyes widened at the sight of the tyrant so close to him, he dodged in pure reflex the huge claw that was trying to impale him. Despite managing to dodge, he had no time to feel relieved, as the tyrant simply grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the wall.

Chris grunted and grabbed the tyrant's arm. With his other hand, he grabbed his pistol and shot the creature in the head. The tyrant, in turn, grunted low and threw Redfield against the door, so hard that the wood broke against his body, and he flew a few meters down the corridor.

Chris grunted loudly and rolled backwards, ignoring the pain. He understood the creation of that tyrant. Unlike the others who could cause so much destruction, this tyrant was focused on the single mission of assassination and extermination.

Its small form, its transformation, allowed it to do things that the other tyrants could not. Like, for example, being agile and slender, unlike the slow, heavy and tall registered tyrants.

Basically, they created a private assassin with superhuman characteristics.

"Chris! We heard gunshots, what's going on?!" He heard Jill ask over the radio, and his eyes focused on Irving, walking at a slightly staggered pace further behind the tyrant, shaking his head as if those shots had just stunned him.

"The situation isn't very good! The children?!" He asked back, alternating his gaze between his rifle lying on the ground, Irving near the gun, and the tyrant approaching with a certain caution. That thing had a certain level of intelligence, that's for sure.

"Some didn't want to go with us, they're reluctant, we're still in here! Do you need any help?" Jill replied, and Chris grunted softly.

"No! Concentrate on them, I'll deal with it!" Chris replied, taking a stun grenade from his tactical vest and throwing it forward.

Irving had no way of doing anything, apart from being too far away to see what it was, he was rather clumsy.

However, the tyrant reacted with slightly wide eyes. Just before the grenade exploded, the creature leapt towards Chris. Quick and precise, aiming for a single fatal strike.

Chris gritted his teeth and dodged to the side while dropping a heavy grenade on the ground.

The stun grenade exploded and he ran towards Irving. The tyrant turned to pursue him, however, the heavy grenade exploded and the heavy impact sent the tyrant staggering to the side a few steps, giving Chris the time he needed to approach a disoriented Irving and drive his machete into his chest, followed by a slashing blow to the stomach and a kick that knocked him to the ground.

Chris ran to the office and grabbed his rifle, then, without turning around, ran to the window and jumped through the glass, using his arms as protection.

Redfield grunted slightly as he landed on the ground, mentally grunting as he felt the pressure on his knees for a few moments. Soon, he stood up and turned around with his rifle raised as he retreated with long strides, waiting for the tyrant to follow.

"Redfield! We're on our way!" Hunk said through the communicator, Chris focused his gaze on the tyrant above. The creature leapt towards him. However, the sound of a gunshot was heard, similar to that of an explosion, and the tyrant's chest was pierced violently by one of the heavy weapons the reserve team had brought.

The tyrant was hit while still in the air, it's torso was violently thrown backwards and it fell to the ground with a loud thud, rolling a few times on the ground.

"Ah, damn, I should have known that..." Irving was suddenly interrupted by another shot, hitting him precisely in the head, causing much of his skull to explode in gray mass and blood.

"Targets hit." One of Hunk's men said, and Chris focused his eyes on the fallen tyrant, who had remained motionless after being hit. However, to the surprise not only of him, but of everyone who had a view of the situation, huge tentacles emerged from Irving's body and advanced rapidly towards the tyrant.

These tentacles were moving fast, so fast that it was difficult to react. Chris fired his rifle at the tentacles, causing some of them to retreat, giving him the opportunity to shoot those that were lifting the tyrant's body and carrying it towards Irving, who now had the wounded part of his head regenerating.

Chris fired at the tentacles in an attempt to stop them taking the tyrant's body, but others advanced towards him at great speed, as if they were trying to pierce his body.

The soldier threw himself to one side and fired at these tentacles, grunting low as he ran out of ammunition and quickly changing the clips on his rifle.

His eyes widened slightly as one of the tentacles advanced towards his face, and he quickly grabbed the machete from the sheath on his shoulder and stepped to the side, landing a slashing attack on the tentacle as he did so.

Irving's body expanded, the skin of his torso tearing along with his clothes, revealing razor-sharp teeth from a huge mouth that consisted of his entire upper body. The mouth devoured the tyrant's body, and what was once Irving began to swell and grow exponentially, resembling a large ball of flesh as the tentacles around it struggled in frenzy.

"What the fuck! Hunk, we've got a situation here!" Chris said through the communicator, firing at the creature forming in front of him, but grunting as he realized that the thing simply didn't seem to feel the shots. "Jill, get out of there!"

The floor beneath the creature's feet cracked, and the frantic flapping of the tentacles caused the wood to give way and the creature to fall to the floor below as its tentacles passed through concrete with some ease.

"Ready your B-weapons! Pincer position! Redfield, head towards 07 o'clock to gear up!" Hunk said over the comm, but Chris didn't respond immediately, just started backing up a few steps in the direction Hunk had said.

"Jill! Do you copy?!" He tried again, and in response, he heard some shots coming from inside the orphanage. His heart pounded in his chest, and he gripped the handle of his rifle tightly.

"What the fuck! Chris! The kids!" He heard Jill shouting through the communicator, and his eyes watched wide-eyed as some of the tentacles rose into the air. At the tip of its thin but long claws, some of the impaled orphans were being pulled towards the pile of flesh that was turning up ahead, being consumed as dough for the thing's growth.

"Redfield! Get over here now! Beta team, get out of there as soon as possible!" Hunk said again through the communicator, and Chris gritted his teeth hard, cursing everything and everyone involved with that organization.

May they burn in hell.

That was his thought as he ran towards Hunk.

The lights suddenly went out, and Ghost clicked his tongue, hearing the sound of the woman's hurried footsteps around him. Very low noises, easy to miss. One mistake and he could end up with a bullet in his head or a blade in his neck.

When he heard her approaching the spot where he was seeking cover, he took a flash grenade from his tactical vest and threw it in the direction Ada was standing. He heard her grunt and hurried footsteps, but she didn't get very far before the grenade exploded.

Ghost stood up from where he was and fired in the woman's direction, using the fire from the shots to locate himself in the room.

The woman ran to the side and took cover behind one of the large computers there, and Ghost stopped firing. Silence mixed with darkness, and the agent slowly began to walk to the side. His steps were quiet and calm.

Despite this, he knew that Ada was probably watching him. She wouldn't turn off the lights if she couldn't see where her target was.

From his tactical vest, he took a pair of glasses. Simple glasses, similar to ordinary prescription glasses. However, the high-tech lenses soon scanned the room around him, and the lenses activated night vision. Just in time to see the woman swinging into the room with a HookShot, speeding towards him with a knife in her hand.

Ghost dodged by jumping to the side, and shot towards the woman who was still in the air. Ada, for her part, dropped to the ground and rolled a few times, dodging the bullets.

When she realized he was watching her, she threw a stun grenade in his direction, and Ghost ran to the side, turning his face and covering his ears.

The grenade exploded, but to his surprise, it wasn't a stun grenade. No. Where the grenade had exploded, gas began to emanate and spread rapidly around the room.

A greenish cloud enveloped the room in a matter of moments. The agent grunted and put his arm in front of his nose. At first, there was just a tingling sensation on his face and an itch in his throat.

Soon, he started coughing, his nose went numb and a bittersweet taste spread in his mouth. Poison.

Ada stood up from where she was, now wearing a mask similar to Hunk's, and fired at the agent with her submachine gun.

Some of the shots hit the man in the tactical vest, causing the agent to fall and roll across the floor.

"Aww, what's wrong? Feeling a bit weak?" She asked in a voice laced with arrogance, firing in his direction again.

The agent rolled across the floor and jumped over the metal railing, landing in a lower area of the test room. He put his back against the cold surface, raised his mask slightly above his mouth and spat out a small amount of blood.

He lowered his mask again and gritted his teeth, looking up shortly afterwards and focusing his eyes on the woman, who was looking down at him with a certain predatory glare with the gun pointed in his direction.

The agent quickly threw his knife at the woman, who widened her eyes and dodged as he threw her torso backwards. With that, Ghost quickly got up and jumped over the railing again, landing a kick on the woman's chest, causing her to stagger back a few steps.

She raised her submachine gun again, but he advanced towards her and grabbed her forearm, forcing her to drop the weapon and hit her in the face with a headbutt. The woman grunted in pain, feeling blood dripping from her now dislocated nose and part of her mask broken.

Annoyed, she jumped up and entwined his head with her legs, throwing her body backwards immediately afterwards.

Ghost grunted as he felt his body being thrown through the air, but he soon landed with his legs on the ground instead of his back, preventing the woman from finishing her blow.

Ada, frustrated, quickly slid her body to the side, trapped his head with her thighs and grabbed his arm, pulling in an attempt to break it. Ghost put his body in a more perpendicular position and quickly rolled his shoulder back, pulling his arm back and trying to land a punch on Ada's face, who widened her eyes and dodged to the side, causing the agent's fist to hit the ground.

Sliding her lower body to the side, the woman landed a kick to the man's chest, knocking him backwards and causing her to move away, giving her the opportunity to pick up her pistol and aim it at him.

However, he thought the same and, being faster than her, fired in her direction. The woman reflexively shielded her face with her arms and threw herself to one side, grunting loudly in pain as she felt her arms and tactical vest being hit by bullets.

"You didn't think a little poison would be enough to kill me, did you?" he asked, reloading his pistol and advancing towards her at a brisk pace. "I'm disappointed."

As he approached, Ada turned and threw her knife at the agent, who dodged it by throwing his torso to the side. This action allowed the woman to pick up her pistol and fire in his direction. Ghost grunts as he feels the side of his torso hit and he falls to the ground.

The woman got up and walked away, throwing another gas grenade at the agent.

He coughed, grunted, but ignored it. Adrenaline began coursing through his body, the remnants of the virus acting against that poison, nullifying its effect, making him ignore the pain, increasing his attributes. He ran to where his knife had fallen.

Ada runs to where her submachine gun had fallen, but as she turns, she is hit with a strong punch to the face, and a brief cry of pain escapes her throat as she is stabbed in the stomach. They both stared at each other for a few brief moments, Ghost still holding his blade against the woman's stomach, and Ada in turn holding his forearm.

"You should know... no amount of money in this world is worth your life. You should have stayed hidden." Ghost said, shaking his head slightly as he stared into the woman's eyes through the mask she wore.

Ada lowered her head slightly and laughed with a certain debauchery, squeezing the man's forearm.

"I'm not one to leave a job unfinished... it's gotten personal." She said, and Ghost blinked a few times. Something was wrong. "Besides, how long would it be before you came after me? I know that you, like me, don't like to leave a job unfinished."

The woman quickly kicked the agent in the stomach, knocking him away, and used the momentum of the blow to move away too, taking as much distance as possible and ignoring the pain in her stomach.

Ghost quickly recovered and set off in her direction. However, to his surprise, the woman threw an incendiary grenade in his direction.

The grenade hit his tactical vest and the fire spread quickly. Ghost struggled violently, pulling off his vest as quickly as possible and throwing it away moments before the ammunition was engulfed in flames and bullets began firing everywhere.

The agent grunted as he felt the flames spread to his mask, and was forced to remove it. Just as he did so, he was hit by a kick to the face, sending him to the ground. All he could do to keep from falling was to kneel down and put one hand on the ground, ready to act again.

"I'll be honest. I'm surprised, Leon." Her name spoken by that woman's voice sent shivers through his body, and the agent gritted his teeth briefly, turning his body slowly towards the woman. The lights in the room were now back on.

She knew who he was... not because he had removed his mask at that moment. No, she had known who he was before that... for some time.

"Who would have thought... that cute little cop becoming... this." She said, and despite the mask, he knew she was smiling. Ghost stood up slowly, staring coldly at the woman. "What happened to your pretty little face? You look wonderful, I must say, but you were so cute before. It was adorable." She said, and Ghost snorted with some derision.

"It seems you've known this for a while." He said, starting to slowly circle the woman, who remained motionless, more concerned with covering the wound on her stomach than with him.

"Come on, officer. You're not stupid. Albert breaks into your little organization, takes your equipment. Did you really think he hadn't collected information on you? Or that friend of yours, Hunk? Or, should I say, Simon?" He had imagined... and a growl escaped his throat. That was bad.

He knew why she was so calm. She couldn't kill him, and she knew it herself. However, now that he had appeared on the news, now that he had drawn the attention of dangerous people, if she revealed to them who he was, everyone he came into contact with would be hunted down.

In other words, he couldn't let her live... the problem was that Albert might still have possession of that information, and if he decided to reveal it, there was nothing he could do. Not only that, but who knows who Ada could have sent it to... if it was in her possession, then she could send it to whoever she wanted.

"I know what you're thinking." She said, raising her head after finishing bandaging her wound. Slowly, she raised her arms and removed the gas mask. The woman wore an amused smile, a little arrogant, but at the same time, seductive and dangerous. Her red lips, both from her lipstick and her blood, were a beautiful contrast to her fair skin.

In one swift movement, she put her nose back in place, wiping the blood from her face with a certain casualness.

"You're thinking of killing me as soon as possible. Somehow delete this file, which, by the way, may have a few dozen copies on different devices." She teased, starting to slowly circle the agent in a provocative manner, and Ghost just followed her, his gaze darkening with every word she said, not falling for the temptations of the beautiful assassin in front of him.

"But maybe you shouldn't think about me. If, by any chance, I send these files to some of the people who hired me, what will happen to sweet Mathilda?" Ghost stopped walking suddenly, his eyes slightly wide and his face contorted into an angry expression.

His muscles tensed and he gritted his teeth.

The woman's smile widened. She wanted to provoke him, and she knew she was succeeding. Perhaps to make him make a mistake, or simply for the pleasure of seeing him restless. He didn't know.

But he knew she was treading on dangerous territory. Very dangerous territory.

"Or, I don't know, your parents? Poor things... they still think their little boy is dead, evaporated along with Raccoon City." Ada crossed her arms, without abandoning her arrogant expression.

With every word she said, Ghost's insides squirmed and his anger grew. That was worrying. Even he didn't know what he would do if he lost control, but at the moment, he didn't care. He couldn't let his parents get involved in this, they had nothing to do with it.

"You know... I know about the deal you made with Albert's brother. To leave those two girls alive." She said, turning slightly, grabbing something from her tactical vest, making Ghost's guard go up. He should attack her... but he didn't know what else she knew. Especially about Claire and Sherry. "I even tried to convince Albert to take them. He liked the idea, but he had some problems that had to be dealt with."

Ghost spat in disdain.

"Good for him... it allowed him to live longer." He said, and Ada looked at him with an arched eyebrow.

"Cocky, aren't you?" Ghost spat again.

"You of all people shouldn't doubt what I'm capable of." Ada shook her head and shrugged, making light of it.

"I don't doubt it... and I also don't doubt that there are people who will do anything to catch you." She said, and quickly threw a light grenade in his direction.

Ghost gritted his teeth and put his arm in front of his face, closing his eyes just before the light grenade exploded.

Ghost grunted in frustration when he saw that Ada had disappeared, moving away from him. Well, considering, maybe he should be a little relieved that she didn't try to kill him.

Nonsense, he knew, and she knew, that she would die if she tried.

"Agent... do you copy?" He heard her voice above, and his eyes focused on the woman looking down at him through an opening in the ceiling, probably past the ventilation ducts. In her hand, a radio.

"Perfectly." A voice answered over the radio.

The dark eyes looked amused, even excited, at the cold, angry blue ones.

"Send the file." The agent's eyes widened, and the woman's smile broadened. She was having fun with it, and Ghost would have fun watching the life drain out of those arrogant eyes.

"Done, ma'am." The voice replied, and Ghost growled loudly, raising his pistol and firing at the woman.

One of the shots hit Ada in the neck, but considering that his hand immediately went to the side of her neck and she didn't fall, he'd say it was a graze.

The woman stepped back, and Ghost lowered his gun, letting out a loud, frustrated scream.

"Fuck!" He kicked one of the researchers' bodies, running his hand through his hair.

"Hunk, do you copy?" He asked into his communicator, and shook his head in annoyance at not receiving an answer for some time.

"Is anyone listening?!" He tried again.

"Ghost! Everything all right out there? I hope so, because we've got a giant problem here!" He heard Parker's voice, and looking once again at the vent through which Ada had fled, he turned and headed for the double doors ahead.

"No, it's not okay, but we'll talk later. I'm coming." He said, glancing at his mask burning in the corner of the room.

Hello my dear friends, I'm here, I'm not dead, I'm enjoying my long vacation, and I'm enjoying it well xd!

Do you know when you get used to something and when you try to use it elsewhere, on another device, something is wrong? Well then. The only computer here is my mother's, and the keyboard isn't the same as the one I'm used to typing on, which means I'm typing incredibly SLOWLY! IT'S AGONIZING!

That, and the fact that I'm too relaxed to worry about the story, well, I admit it, and I regret NOTHING!

A lot of things happened, I needed this trip. I've platinumed Re2 Remake on PS4 (again, because I've already done it on PC), I've completed Ghost of Tsushima (tlou stole Goty and no one can convince me otherwise, wonderful game) and now I'm playing Bloodborne and getting angry lol.

This chapter was supposed to come out at the beginning of January, but I kind of forgot haha, so here it is.

I don't know when I'm going to post it again because I'm not going home until next month hahahahahaha, but I'll try. I'll be back to normal schedule in March for sure.

I hope you'll forgive me for being late, that the end of the year has been as good for you as it was for me, and I wish you all the best. We're approaching the end.

Thanks again and see you next time!