Chapter 19

Dear Leon,

I hope this letter finds you well.

Hey, hot stuff.

You allowed yourself to live, right?

As you can already tell, I'm not good at this. In fact, I've never really considered myself much of a writer either, and I'm sure you remember that I'm not that great with expressing my feelings.

Anyway, I'm sure you have questions, obviously first whether or not this is real, or if someone is lying to you, trying to lure you into a trap. Trust me, I am the bitch in the red dress that was using you to get the G-Virus, and I'm the same bitch that told you "Live" before I plummeted to what I knew was to be my death, but that wasn't meant to be, Leon. I was rescued by Umbrella, or at least a branch of Umbrella that isn't really Umbrella anymore, if that makes any sense at all. I'm sure it doesn't, and I know I'm rambling, but you need to know the truth, not just about my status, but about other things as well.

I hope that Claire girl is treating you right. I can tell that there is something between you both. It's fine, but it makes me really question if I made the right decision tossing that machine gun down to her when she was fighting that Tyrant at the train. Only kidding, Leon. You deserve to be happy, and I did tell you to live. If she makes you happy, that is good, but if she breaks your heart, I'll stick both of my high heels up her ass.

I don't know how much time I have to write this as I'm in Costa Rica to complete a very important mission for The Connections. Maybe you've heard of them, or maybe you haven't. I figure Mr. Trent has you dealing with more Umbrella takedowns like The Planet out in Utah. Yes, I know about that mission. It's how I know that you've gotten so close with Claire. Congratulations for bringing that place down, but you should know Costa Rica is the origin of that Fossil BOW you ran into with that overly buff black man. Yes, I know his name is John Andrews. I'm not in the dark about much of anything, which is why I mentioned knowing about Mr. Trent. He's the one that had me in Raccoon City to steal the G-Virus, by the way. I never really knew his reasons behind wanting it outside of knowing that he's part of Umbrella's board of executives, so draw whatever conclusions you want to that nugget of information.

The Fossil BOW was created in Costa Rica. It was a failed attempt to utilize InGen technology with the T-Virus, but trust me, they've become much more efficient with the monstrosities down here. The Fossil was sent to Utah to be studied and then destroyed, but apparently Jay W. Reston decided not to listen, which ironically caused his death. I would tell you where I'm at, but it won't matter. The facilities will be abandoned soon anyway, and the founding fathers will be on their way to a certain castle by the sea. Mr. Trent has found out about this place, and he's on his way with a team to bring the island down. Good. I'll be very happy to get out of here, as I've had to resort to my old habits since we parted ways. As much as I'd like to be a better person, I can't escape my skill set, and I'm not even certain I'd be able to do that for you.

I digress. This is getting very long, and I don't want to bore you with details that aren't going to help you. The Connections are a group of former Umbrella that despise the direction the company went in, and they've been trying to bring them down from the inside for quite a while. They were even founded by Dr. Brandon Bailey, one of the lesser-known founders of Umbrella. He was Dr. James Marcus' protégé and a virologist. They aren't working with Mr. Trent. I don't understand his stake in things at all. That man has always been a mystery to me and apparently everyone else as well. His reasons for betraying Umbrella and more specifically the board of executives are his own.

In any case, The Connections are going about their attacks on Umbrella in a more covert way, utilizing scarab devices to control multiple people in the company. I am embarrassed to say that most of these people are now wearing the scarabs because of me. The only one that isn't my doing is a man that believes himself to be the late Dr. James Marcus. His identity doesn't matter, but his name is Billy Coen, if you must know. He's had these notions for months, and because of this, Dr. Bailey has used that to his advantage when Marcus is in an offline mode, doing corporate sabotage that he isn't aware that he's doing which includes reactivating The Red Queen AI, an artificial intelligence that has given over full access of a project called TALOS to Sergei Vladimir. When you see Mr. Trent, let him know about that specifically. He'll want to handle that problem, and then go to Alghero, Italy where there are key hostages, like Sherry Birkin, her aunt Kate Boyd, and Jill Valentine's missing father.

I'm not proud of what I've done for The Connections. I have met, got to know, and seduced so many people since Raccoon City that I've lost count, but it reminds me of John. You remember John, right? Dr. John Howe was the first man that I dupped into believing I loved him. Don't ever think I was doing the same to you, Leon. I never wanted to hurt you, but I will say that I did use you to help me, and where did that get me in the end? Just in even deeper trouble, I'm afraid. Here's a less than complete list of the people I have hurt lately. Hopefully this list will help you and your allies to stop whatever The Connections have planned before it's too late:

Charles Coleman, Umbrella Security Chief

Amanda Whitney, Umbrella Spokeswoman (Yes, if your dirty mind is wondering)

David Bischoff, Umbrella Industrial Services Representative

Dr. Ellis Benjamin, Umbrella Head Researcher post William Birkin's death

Dr. Thomas Sidney, Umbrella Board of Executives member

Joel Allman, Vice President of the United States Branch

Douglas Lauper, Head of Umbrella Medial Equipment, North America

Linda Baldwin, Researcher at R&D (Again, yes, dirty boy)

Dr. Morpheus D. Duvall, researcher and executive at Paris Branch

Tommy Neilson, board of executives' member at the Paris Branch

I'm sure there's more, but I don't have time to keep running off my red ledger, Leon, and I'm sure you don't have the time to continue reading this off. It's actually embarrassing to me having to list all of this to you. I feel like I'm revealing my awkward past to someone I want to spend my life with… not that I wouldn't consider doing that with you, but you deserve better than me. I've never really understood compassion or love. I'm sure Claire can give you what I never could. Since you're in Paris, do something romantic for her.

Anyway, it's time for me to go continue manipulating Dr. Norman Atherton down here in Costa Rica. You have loads of fun figuring out who he is and then determining why I mentioned a man that's supposedly been dead since the late 80s.

Take care, Leon, and remember, live.

Love,

Ada

P.S. Make sure Rebecca Chambers knows I'm not lying about Billy Coen.