Moravia Street – Miami, FL
May 25th 2014
After parking her Mercedes along the street, Ada mindlessly turned the key and shut off the engine. Mindlessly, her hands once again found the steering wheel; her grip slowly tightening around the upholstery. Once she had taken a moment to focus her thoughts, soon an exhausted sigh left her lips. She felt bone-tired and numb. In this line of work there never seemed to be a moment where she could stop and actually catch her breath. It was a curse, but one which she had chosen to live with.
Now that a quiet moment had found her, all she could do was replay everything that had transpired back at the warehouse like a surreal nightmare. After her battle against Umbrella One, the infected children she’d been forced to put down, and Leon’s death – there was just too much to process. She had to shut that part of herself down if she was going to remain level-headed enough to find out what had happened here tonight. Thinking about the emotional aspects would only serve as a distraction. Distractions led to vulnerabilities which could be exploited and that was something she could ill afford. Right now she needed to keep her focus on the reason why she had come here.
Glancing over at the passenger seat, she picked up a small, plastic bag that contained a single .308 shell casing. This had been the only one she’d been able to recover from the water tower. Upon closer examination of the bottom, she was greeted by the first three letters in the serial number – UMB. This bullet had been manufactured by Umbrella’s weapons division.
During the nineties, the pharmaceutical conglomerate had been in the market of manufacturing not only bandages and first aid kits for the US Government, but also ammunition which had been sold at steep discounts in order to maintain military contracts and outpace competitors. It was an enterprise that had netted them billions of dollars in revenue every year.
Ada’s brow furrowed as she looked over the casing. According to Hamza, the sniper who had shot Leon hadn’t been associated with Umbrella One. However, the shooter had used Umbrella weaponry during his attack. What in the hell was going on here? Was there some type of hidden connection between the two?
Setting down the bag, she pulled out her phone and re-ran the video she had recorded at the warehouse after the authorities had arrived. Once she had grappled up to the top of the water tower, she had begun recording their arrival with her phone using an ultra high-resolution camera scope – cutting edge technology that wouldn’t be on the market for years. In her line of work it always paid to have contacts who could provide her the best equipment possible. It was when she had scanned the area around Leon’s body when she’d spotted a familiar face. The woman had been wearing a pink blouse with a dark vest and matching slacks. Her brown hair concealed her face from view, but Ada knew exactly who she was.
“Special Agent Helena Harper…” she whispered to herself.
The young woman had been Leon’s partner both during and after the bio-terrorist attacks in Tall Oaks and Lanshiang – that was until Leon’s reassignment to Miami. She watched as Helena ran up to his body, stopped, and then collapsed to her knees sobbing. At that moment, Ada felt a twinge of pity for the woman. While she’d hated to admit it, there had been a noticeable attraction that Helena had developed towards Leon. While it had always been she who had held the keys to Leon’s heart, she also couldn’t help but think that he might have been better off with the lovely brunette. Now he was dead, and she only had herself to blame for it. Everything about this was on her.
Dwelling on the past however, was not what she had come here for. Shutting off the phone, Ada grabbed the product on the seat next to her and exited the vehicle. Given everything that she’d done to obtain it, she wasn’t about to let it out of her sight.
Once the coast was clear, she quickly sprinted across the street. Leon’s apartment was on the third floor facing the darkened alley in the back. After approaching from the shadows, she pulled out her hookshot and fired it toward the fire escape. Grappling herself up, Ada flipped over the railing and landed quietly on the terrace to his place.
Sliding her fingers under the window frame, she slid it open with ease. During her visit earlier that evening, she had purposefully unlocked it so that she could get back into his apartment later that night to surprise him in bed once their mission had been completed. Now she was coming back – just not in the manner she had intended.
Leon’s flat was atypical from most bachelor pads she had seen. Being the workaholic that he was, the man had only the bare essentials; so bare that the tiny apartment appeared almost naked. He had no television, no couch, not even a table from which to eat his meals. The only piece of furniture that stood in the center of his living room was a large wooden desk with his computer and other work-related essentials on it. He had done everything from there which included his work and judging by the number of take-out containers in the trash bin – his meals as well. That would be the place to start searching.
As she walked through the kitchen towards her destination, a decoration set next to the wall caught her eye. It was a framed poster that had been hung directly over a dresser. This was something that she hadn’t noticed during her earlier visit as she had been preoccupied with recruiting Leon to come with her. The poster was a scene of a grassy field. On the blades of tall grass were several large butterflies with some of them in flight. Their wings were extended; showing off their beautiful colors.
Butterflies? Her red dress from Spain had butterflies on it. Could it be that he had purchased this because of… her? Then she spotted something else. On top of the dresser were various mementos and keepsakes. To anyone they would look like common nick-knacks, but Ada recognized each one of them. They were all something she had left him over the past fifteen years.
On the left was the snow globe that she had purchased for him in France on the night she had first come to him. In a black frame next to it was the napkin that she had written her parting note on. Over top of the napkin frame was a key ring that contained the small teddy bear from the jet sky she had left for him back on Saddler’s island. And there in the center was the compact – her makeup compact that she had left in the helicopter with evidence to clear both his and Helena’s names with the authorities. Why had he kept all of these things?
When Ada looked back up at the poster on the wall, it soon made perfect sense. She was responsible for having a profound impact on his life and as a result, Leon had made this as a reminder of her. The tears she had desperately tied to hold back began to burn her eyes once more.
“Leon…” she whispered before shaking her head sadly.
Taking a deep breath, Ada closed her eyes and tried to compose herself. She couldn’t break down now. There would be time enough to grieve for him later. Right now she had to stay focused on the purpose of this visit – information. She needed to check his laptop and phone for any leads on these weapons shipments he had been tracking. Judging from the large cache she had found at the warehouse, there was no doubt that his weapons shipments and the product were connected. The question was how did the shooter fit into all of this?
Pulling out his leather chair, she sat down and opened up the laptop. Once she pushed the power button, the screen came to life and prompted her for Leon’s login information. At least she had come prepared for that. Reaching into her side bag, she pulled out a thumb drive and inserted it into the USB port. It was a program crack that had been developed by a hacker who had owed her more than a few favors in the past. She had found it quite useful when stealing electronic information. Given the encryption system on Leon’s government-issued computer, the program had estimated approximately twenty minutes for completion.
Ada decided to use the time to check his phone. Fortunately, she had remembered him putting it into the top drawer of his desk before they had left for the warehouse district. Upon removing it, she entered in the four digit code she had watched him input earlier. The menu immediately opened up and showed that his inbox held three voicemails.
The first one had been sent almost two hours ago – right after the two of them had left his apartment. She pushed the play button.
“Leon, it’s Helena. I’ve been calling you all day – why aren’t you answering your phone? Listen, HQ is sending me down to Miami to assist you in your investigation. My plane will be landing within the hour. Don’t move on the weapons shipments until I get there. I hate to pull rank on you, but please… wait until I arrive and we’ll take them down together. If there are indeed biological agents involved, we’ll need a HAZMAT team standing by when we make the raid. Please call me back when you get this.”
Pull rank? What was Agent Harper talking about? Hadn’t Leon been her superior officer? She should have kept better tabs on him this past year. After the Kassah Pharmaceuticals incident, she had only visited him one time. Initially, he had been guarded at seeing her given what had happened back in the tunnels, but to her relief he had been genuinely glad to see her. The last info she had heard from her contacts was that he had been under investigation by the DSO concerning her escape. In an attempt to un-complicate matters, she had kept her distance so that his career wouldn’t become affected on her account. Apparently it had, and with that Ada cursed herself.
The second message had been sent the day before.
“Hi Leon, it’s Ashley. It’s been a while since we last spoke so I wanted to give you a call and let you know that I’m flying to Miami to handle some business for my father. I was hoping we could have dinner and catch up. I also wanted to discuss another job opportunity with you that I think you’d be perfect for. Sooooo… give me call when you get this. Bye, Leon!”
Ashley Graham – Ada recognized her voice. She had been the young, timid woman that Leon had been sent to rescue in Spain. Now she had grown up and was the COO of her father’s multi-national conglomerate – Graham Corp International. And what was this about a job opportunity for Leon? She might have to look into that if she couldn’t find any other leads here.
The last message had been send over a week ago.
“Agent Kennedy, this is Dr. Hallerman from the Wellness and Competence Office. I am calling to remind you that you are due for your psychological re-evaluation. Please be sure to contact my office to schedule an appointment within the next three weeks so that we may conduct it. I must emphasize that failure to schedule or to pass this second evaluation will be grounds for immediate suspension of your security clearance. I would also highly recommend that you bring your journal with you to this appointment. Thank you for your time.”
Ada felt her body freeze – Wellness and Competence? Psychological re-evaluation? What in the world had happened? Leon had given her no indication that he was suffering any emotional or psychological stress. There was something else in the message, too – a journal? If she could find it, perhaps it would shed some light on what had happened to him after DC.
Checking the progress on her crack tool, she saw that there was still time. Ada took a moment to give the bare apartment a once-over in an effort to figure out where Leon would keep a record of his private thoughts. It wouldn’t be in the open – that would be too obvious. He would have it hidden somewhere. Then she had an idea and headed towards his bedroom.
His sleeping area was just as business-like as his living room. There was a bed, a nightstand, and a dresser but nothing else. No pictures, no decorations – nothing. No doubt he only used this room for sleeping and nothing more. After checking his nightstand for the journal, a photograph leaning against the lamp caught her attention. It was old and worn, but on it contained an image of three people. In the center was a handsome young boy whose charming smile she immediately recognized. To the right was a woman with her arms around him and in the back was a man with his hand on the boy’s shoulder. Flipping it over, she saw a child’s scribble.
Me with Mommy and Daddy at the park – Peyton, IA – May 5th 1985
This was a picture of Leon with his parents when he was a child; taken many years before their fatal car accident. After looking over the picture a moment longer, Ada opened the pocket of her bag and slipped it inside. With Leon having no living relatives, she could afford to keep this for herself. It had obviously been dear to him and now it was dear to her, too.
Sitting on his bed, she let her head droop with a sigh. So much had been lost tonight. Would her search bring her any closer to finding his killer? Should she continue looking for his journal or go back and check on the crack program? Then something occurred to her. Standing up, she grabbed the edge of the mattress and lifted it up. There on top of the box springs was a blue book. This was Leon’s journal!
Grabbing the book, Ada sat down on the bed and began to leaf through it. His first entry was in the early part of September.
“God… where do I even begin? Dr. Hallerman suggested that it might be easier to write down my thoughts rather than trying to talk about them. Still, I have to ask a question first – do I even want to do this? I suppose in the end this might be the only option available to me. After all, there aren’t many people in this world who can truly understand or even believe the things that I’ve experienced.
“I guess I’ll start here – ever since Helena and I survived Lanshiang, I’ve had difficulty sleeping. For three days after we made it to Japan I couldn’t sleep at all. Now, as the days continue on, I find the insomnia getting worse. I should have died in that cursed city. Not just there but in Tall Oaks and Raccoon City, too. Hell, I should even have died countless times in all of the missions I’ve done for this job. Why is it that I’m still here when so many others have died? Is this survivor’s guilt – or something more?
“I still see him… his well-trimmed beard covered in pink saliva. His face is bloody and cruel. He’s out for my blood with the way he screams my name. Derek C. Simmons – National Security Advisor to President Adam Benford. The President and friend that I was forced to put down.
“I still dream about that night where I’m dangling off the sky bridge as he crushes my fingers with his foot. He always screams, “Do you want to live? Then beg! Beg for your life!” In it I fall. I fall and there is no one to save me as my death quickly approaches. Then I awaken to my own scream as I lie in a pool of sweat.
“I first saw him in D.C. when I was in pursuit of Ada the night she stole the T-Veronica virus. The sounds of the train passing by the building began to trigger… memories… images that I had tried hard to suppress during the terrorist attacks. I saw him in that warehouse – he was in the shape of that dinosaur-like creature when he charged at me. I tried to pass it off as merely stress, but the man continues to haunt me even during my waking hours. I know that he’s dead, but what do I do? How do I deal with something like this?”
The entry on the next page was dated a week later.
“I took full responsibility for the failed recovery of the T-Veronica virus. That, coupled with the fact that I failed my first psych evaluation has caused my demotion. The media attention is brutal, and someone had to be put on the chopping block. Helena didn’t deserve to see her new career come to a close so I took the blame. I was the agent in charge; Ada’s escape is on me. Now my time in D.C. is coming to a close. The director is going to reassign me elsewhere within the week. Right now all I can do is pack my boxes and get ready for my next assignment.
“Hunnigan and Helena have been watching me. They try to hide it, but I know what they’re doing. They know something is wrong. They’ve both tried in simple ways to get me to talk with them. Maybe they’re trying to help. Helena has even asked to take me out for a beer and talk. Talk? How can I talk to anyone about this?
“I feel trapped, that’s the truth of it – like being a mouse in a maze. I can maintain the façade at work, but I can’t escape from what’s been going on in my mind. In the end though, this is ultimately my burden to bear – no one else’s. Everyone is always counting on me. How then can I appear weak when they need me to be their rock?”
Ada just sat there and stared at his handwriting; her heart aching in her chest. Leon had been suffering emotionally from everything he had experienced over the course of his life since Raccoon. It was more than one man should have had to bear. Clearly he had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, but why hadn’t he said anything? When she had gone to him after the D.C. incident, he hadn’t given her any indication that anything was wrong. Why hadn’t he asked for help? Then she re-read his words. “How can I appear weak when they need me to be their rock?”
She continued to read through the journal.
“It was never my choice to join the government; more like the choice was made for me. They had threatened Sherry – what choice did I have when it came down to it? But how many people have died by my hands as a result of that choice? Those villagers in Spain had no choice in the matter when they became infected with the parasites. Yet I killed them all – men… and women. Dead by my own hand. Krauser, Saddler, Salazar, Simmons… even William Birkin – all of them were responsible for making their own choice… and I had to make mine. I killed them all. I KILLED THEM ALL!
“Ada – now that’s a woman who is a true enigma to me. When I first met her in Raccoon City, I’ll admit that I was smitten with her. She was beautiful, strong, independent, and she didn’t need help from anyone. In the end my efforts to win her over were successful, but our time together was cut short when she sacrificed herself to save me. Over the years she had flirted with me like only she could until that night in Paris when she came to me. That was the most beautiful night of my life. Being there with her, it gave me a sense of peace that I haven’t known in a long time. Over the years she would come back. We’d have sex, and then she would leave like always. I just wanted her to stay but was too cowardly to say the words. My mind was always at peace by her side. But she was a butterfly – a woman who needed her freedom from the trappings of a true relationship. I couldn’t ask her to be caged. I couldn’t because I love her. I love her more than my own life. I now realize that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Ada Wong – my love.”
She stopped breathing; her eyes widening as she read his words – words that gave life to the man’s feelings for her. Despite everything the two of them had been through together, neither of them had dared say what it was that they had felt for each other. She sighed at the crushing weight of her sadness, and soon the tears found their way down her cheeks. Why? Why had she waited so long? Why hadn’t she left it all behind so that she could be with him – to have the joy of waking up next to him every morning? To laugh, to cry, to have… a life. Now, it was too late.
Absent-mindedly, she continued to turn the pages of the journal until one entry caught her attention. Wiping the tears away, she checked the date – March 1st 2014.
“I have to do this. I have to face my fears now, and to do that I need to go back to where it all began – Raccoon City. I’m not sure if I’m desperate or just plain crazy, but I’m hoping I can find answers there because I can’t keep living like this. I can’t keep looking over my shoulder expecting to see him there waiting for me or reliving Lanshiang every time I close my eyes. I have my supplies packed. I’ll catch a flight to Des Moines and drive from there. I should only be gone a week. I have paid leave that the D.S.O. keeps pushing me to take. They may not approve of me taking it during a case, but I suppose they can fire me if they don’t like it.”
Leon went back to Raccoon? She tried to find out more details about the trip, but his journal held only one more entry. It was dated two days later on the third.
“I don’t know why, but I bought it. I hadn’t even planned on going into the store until I saw it there in the showcase. I knew it would be something she would have liked; maybe that’s why I asked to see it. Then it was simply a matter of putting it on my card. When the young woman was bagging my purchase, she smiled and told me that my girlfriend was extremely lucky. I smiled and replied, “It’s not for a girlfriend, and I’ll probably never give it to her.” She gave me a look of absolute confusion. It was as if she was silently asking why I was even purchasing it then. I don’t even know myself. I just know that I wanted to buy it – even if I never offer it to Ada. For now, I’ll leave it in the top drawer to ‘her’ dresser until I return.”
She flipped the pages – the rest were blank. His journal ended over two months ago. Why had he stopped writing? But a new question began to intrigue her. What was it that he had purchased for her? Her dresser? It could only be one place.
Putting the journal into her pack, she went to the living room and stood in front of the dresser that contained all of the trinkets. Slowly opening the top drawer, she moved aside some of his underwear until she found a small blue box sitting in the corner. It was rounded with the fabric made of velvet. When she opened the lid, Ada heard herself gasp. Inside was a ring. It was made of gold with a large oval-shaped diamond in the center. Flanking the stone on either side and holding it in place were two small butterflies. This… This was an engagement ring!
It was beautiful, and given the size of the diamond – expensive as well. Carefully, she removed the ring from its case and held it in her thumb and forefinger. The work that had been put into it was remarkable including the careful etchings that had been carved into the wings of the butterflies. Out of curiosity she slipped it on her left ring finger – a perfect fit. How had Leon been able to gauge her ring size?
The beep coming from his computer pulled her away from her thoughts and questions. The crack device was finished hacking into Leon’s laptop. Whatever information he had stored there was now available to her. Sitting down at the desk, Ada brought up the main screen and checked the title of each folder on his desktop. Here was one – Operation: Water Snake.
Clicking on the folder brought up pictures of weaponry and descriptions – all of it equipment she had seen in Umbrella One’s warehouse. Then a picture of Dr. Hamza filled the screen. He was wearing a business suit and carrying a small metal case. She immediately recognized it – it was the product! Leon had written a small blurb next to it that said, “Possible bio-agent?” Their two missions had been connected and the proof was in these photos – now, if she could only find out more about the weapons.
Ada continued to skim the documents. The earliest one went back to October 10th when his assignment had started but as she browsed the folders, something caught her eye. Each folder was labeled with the month and year. They had started from October 2013 and went to February 2014. Instead of the next folder being March 2014 as would have been expected, it instead went to April 2014. She initially thought perhaps it had been a labeling mistake on his part, however when she searched the February folder, the last file was dated on the 28th of February. The reports picked up again on April 4th. Why had Leon missed an entire month? She then recalled him stating in his journal that he had intended to travel back to Raccoon City during that time. But that was only to have been for a week… wasn’t it?
Something else grabbed her attention. A document dated May 17th 2014.
“One of my contacts provided me with some useful intel. Apparently there is a Russian weapons dealer in Miami that is rumored to be moving high-end gear on the black market. Could this be the link I’ve been looking for? His name is Oleg Petrovsky. He’s operating his business out of Pavel’s Laundromat on the east side. I don’t have enough evidence to get a warrant, but I’ll need to monitor that location.”
A week later he continued with his report:
“I decided to break into the laundromat and see what was there. God, did I hit the jackpot! The back of the place contains a storage area. There were Kalashnikovs, RPGs, Semtex, and a lone .308 sniper rifle. Even more surprising was that all of the ammo there had been manufactured by Umbrella. Where in the hell did they get this kind of gear? Even with this find, I don’t have enough legit evidence to move on this place. I guess I’ll just have to get creative.”
Ada felt her eyes widen – a .308 sniper rifle? That was the same caliber of weapon that had shot Leon! Whether or not this sniper had worked for Umbrella One was moot. She now had a connection between the two – Oleg Petrovsky.
She had heard of the man’s name before. He was one of several gun runners within the Russian Mafia. Leon’s dossier had a brief bio on him. A former GRU agent and the youngest of two brothers, he came to America five years ago to set up shop for the Russian Triad in Miami. According to the notes, Petrovsky had become more of an American playboy over the years – a fact Leon had tried to come up with a way to exploit.
Hmmm… she thought to herself. Maybe something like this requires a feminine touch?
Suddenly, there was a loud scream from the hallway. Instinct took over, and she immediately dove behind Leon’s desk for cover. As if on cue, the door to the apartment exploded and was followed by the sound of a metallic object hitting the floor. Thinking fast, Ada quickly shut her eyes and plugged her ears. The flash bang went off followed by the sounds of shouting. The men at the door were speaking English but the ‘leader’ had a rough Russian accent. They were about to breach the room.
She had no idea how many there were, but she decided to take advantage of her position. Aiming through the back of the desk, she quickly fired off six shots in the direction of the door. A scream then pierced the room followed by someone falling to the floor. One of them had been wounded.
“She is there – behind the desk!”
More shots rang out. The computer and other items on Leon’s desk began to shatter; sending glass and plastic raining down on top of her. There was no place for her to maneuver, and if she didn’t do something quickly, they’d be able to flank her in a matter of moments. Quickly itemizing the gear she had brought, an idea came to her.
“WAIT!” she yelled over the shooting. “There’s no need for this! Just tell me what it is that you want!”
“Hold!” This had come from the leader. “Come out from behind the desk, Wong! Now!”
“Not until you put those weapons away.”
He laughed. “A nice try. You are the one out-numbered and out-gunned. Throw down your weapons or else the three of us will end you. We only want the product.”
Three of them; they know my name and they want the product.
“Okay… here,” she said as she tossed her Sig around the desk.
“Now stand up,” he ordered. “Where is the product?”
“I have it right here. Don’t shoot or you’ll rupture its contents. I’m sure none of you want to be exposed to a biological agent.”
Ada slowly stood while holding the metal case in front of her. The three men were dressed in light tactical gear equipped with flak jackets and a pistol each. The fourth member of the group was lying on the floor clutching his bloody leg. They were in a triangular formation – two on either side ready to flank her with the gray-haired leader standing in the center.
The man’s eyes narrowed at her. “Give us the product.”
“Okay,” she said with a panicked tone to her voice. “It’s not worth dying for.” Slowly walking around the desk, she then knelt down. “I’ll slide it over to you. You can have it, and I’ll be on my way.”
“We shall see,” said the man. “Now slide it to us.”
Ada slowly slid the case to the man on her left.
“Check and make sure it is there,” the leader ordered after his underling picked up the case.
Holstering his pistol, the merc began to unsnap the hinges and lifted the lid. The sound of the release could be heard, and Ada turned her head. The flash grenade exploded with a loud whisper; filling the room with blinding white light. The mercs then began shouting in surprise which gave her the opportunity to make her move.
Diving for her Sig, she aimed for the man in front of her and put a bullet in his head. Two more shots rang out, and she quickly took down the man on her right. As she lined up a shot for the leader, she saw the man on the floor go for his gun. Another pull of the trigger and a bullet hole stood in place of his left eye. Turning her attention back to the man in charge, she pulled the trigger one last time. CLICK – the clip was empty!
The man turned and raised his pistol. Reacting to the move, she pulled out her hookshot and fired at his hand. The grapple hook hit the weapon and knocked it from his grasp. He swore in Russian and then charged at her. Ada quickly put up her hands in a fighting stance and sent a kick towards his face. Instead of falling for her move, he went low and swept her foot out from under her. As she landed on the floor, Ada saw his boot coming down and immediately rolled out of the way. When it landed, she then sent a kick of her own to the back of his knee. He let out a grunt, but righted himself. Rising up, she swung another kick at his face. He managed to block it and followed up with a series of jabs. She was successful in countering most of them, but one managed to make it through her defense and land into her belly. The surprise caught her first before the back of his hand did. Now she was on the floor again.
Blinking her eyes, Ada saw him approach with the knife in hand. “Clever bitch!” He hissed. “Before I am done with you, you will be begging to tell me where this product is!”
He jumped on top of her with the blade pointing towards her heart. Ada attempted to compensate by pushing back against his wrists and managed to stop the blade as it jabbed against her breast. This mercenary was strong – probably former SPETNAZ. It would be only a matter of time before he wore her down. She needed to make a move, but what? Being pinned under a two hundred pound man left little options for escape. Then she saw a glint of light on her left hand.
Putting her right arm under his wrists to brace them, she quickly reached back with her left and punched the man in the eye. The ring pushed against his socket and with a quick jerk, she felt it cut across his right eyeball. A loud scream pierced the room as blood sprayed onto her face. He staggered and clutched what was left of his eye. With his break in offense, she pulled back her leg and landed a blow to his chest; knocking him off of her. The brief moment of respite allowed her a chance to flip up to her feet.
Despite his wound, the man charged at her once again with the knife. With a back-handed swing, he tried to cut across her chest, but she ducked in time which sent the blade to passing over her head. Then he swung forward. Bending backwards as the knife slashed past her face, she quickly countered by grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm. With a yelp of pain, the weapon loosened. With the knife in hand, she then slammed the off-balanced merc against the desk and drove the blade into his shoulder. His scream once again pierced the room.
“Now,” Ada growled as she bent over him and twisted the knife, “let’s try this again. Who sent you here?”
He swore at her in Russian. “I will tell you nothing!”
“That wasn’t the answer I was looking for.” Twisting the knife again caused him to scream. “One more time – tell me who you work for, or we’ll see how long your shoulder holds out.”
He continued to curse against her assault which made her momentarily impressed with his resolve. For a mercenary, he was a tough-willed individual, but he couldn’t hold out forever.
“Alright! ALRIGHT! ” he screamed. “I do not know who they are! All I know is that they want this product from you. They said that we would find you here. That was our mission!”
“I see.” Reloading a fresh clip into her Sig, Ada pulled the trigger; splattering the man’s brains all across Leon’s desk.
There were only two groups who knew that she had this product – Umbrella One – whom she had already destroyed… and the people she worked for – The Organization. It was suddenly becoming clear to her now – they had been the ones to send these men after her. They had wanted this product badly enough to betray her in order to obtain it. But as she looked at the dead mercenaries lying on the floor, something didn’t fit. These men couldn’t have been recruited on a spur of the moment. They must have already been here in Miami waiting to be sent after her.
Reaching down, Ada picked up one of the pistols the mercs had been firing at her and ejected the magazine. The ammunition caused her eyes to widen. They were rubber bullets! They hadn’t planned on killing her. They had been trying to capture her alive.
She had come here looking for answers, but now it seemed as if more questions had been found instead. For now though, there was no one she could trust – especially anyone connected to her employer. But if she was determined to find Leon’s killer, she would need help. She would need to find someone whom she could rely on; someone who would be motivated to help her find this shooter. What she needed was an ally in the coming fight.
Ada smiled when she realized who would fit that role perfectly.
Next: Chapter 2-2: Ally