RE: Vengeance - Chapter 4-3: Zeus

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Olympus – Arctic R&D Lab
Alaskan National Wildlife Reserve
A.N.W.R., AK
June 1st 2014
18:35 UTC


    Fear – it was a relentless enemy that always seemed to attack when a victim was least prepared to fight against it.  Despite all of the training she had endured over the years to master that emotion, every now and again it would find a way to worm itself into her heart.  The last time she had ever been truly afraid had been ten years ago in Spain.  That was when Wesker had nonchalantly told her that he had given Jack Krauser the order to kill Leon rather than continue to wait on her delays.  Ada could clearly remember how her stomach had tightened at his words even as she maintained that practiced indifference on her face.  Instead of allowing that fear consume her, she had let it be the driving force to move faster and fight harder than she had dared believe possible… and in the end she had saved her protector from Krauser’s knife.

    With the tip of the blade resting against her eyelid from the dead man’s kin, the bitter irony of this situation was not lost on her.  Once again that fear was gnawing at her with its festering teeth in an attempt to consume its pound of flesh.  Being helpless was not something she was accustomed to.  Even when she had been in scrapes before, she’d managed to fight her way out of them each and every time.  Except when her need had been dire… that was when Leon had come to her aid.  But that wouldn’t be happening… not here and certainly not now.

    Instead, something else was about to take place when the door to the room suddenly burst open.  For a brief second, her thoughts turned to Leon, but that fantasy was quickly dispelled when she heard several sets of boots rush into the room.

    “Drop it!” yelled one of the men, and soon he was followed by the sound of multiple laser sights being switched on.

    “Put down the knife, ma’am!” said another.

    Ada opened her left eye and saw at least a half dozen heavily-armed men standing in a semi-circle around them.  Their rifles were pointed not at her, but at Jennifer Krauser.  Her attention then shifted toward the woman holding the knife.  She could see her freeze as a brief moment of hesitation registered on her face, but the woman’s eyes did not waiver from her own.

    “Jennifer…”  This came from another man; someone who sounded older and had obvious influence over those involved.  “… put down the knife and step away from Miss Wong, please.  I won’t ask you again.”

    Without turning her head, Jennifer’s eyes looked in the direction of the voice.  “But… but you promised me…” she said softly as a tear ran down her cheek.  “You promised me that I’d have my vengeance.  That I…”

    The Krauser woman didn’t say anything further; instead she began to scream.  Dropping the knife to the floor, Ada watched with both eyes as the woman collapsed to her knees in pain.  That was when she saw one of the soldiers holding a taser in his hand.  Two more quickly moved in and secured her arms while a third picked up the knife.

    “You lying bastard!”  Jennifer screamed.  “You promised me retribution!   You said that I’d have my revenge if I helped you capture her!”

    One of the soldiers standing behind the woman turned his rifle around and hit her in the back of the head with the butt, quickly ending further resistance.

    “What do you want us to do with her, sir?” he asked.

    Their boss remained standing in the shadows where Ada couldn’t make out his face.  After a long pause, he spoke.

    “Lock her up in a detention cell for now.  She’s already served her purpose.”

    “Bastard!  You… bastard!” Jennifer whispered as the men began dragging her limp body out of the room.

    Once the door had shut, she could see the outlines of two armed men standing next to the door along with a couple of others dressed in surgical scrubs.  Footsteps then drew her attention toward the man who had given the orders.  A sudden glint then caught her eye when she noticed a ring on his thumb as he walked along the light’s outer perimeter.  That ring…  Ada had remembered seeing one like it before on Derek Simmons, and very quickly it became clear to her who this man was.

    “Ada Wong,” he said at last as he stopped just outside the light.  His grey business suit was Gucci – an expensive brand; enough evidence to confirm her suspicions.  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.  I must apologize for Miss Krauser’s behavior.  While she is a tremendous asset in the field, she can become quite… passionate; especially when it comes to you.”

    “Trying to curry favor with me already, are you?”  Ada replied with an innocent smile.  She was still at a loss as to why they had brought her here.  Right now though, it was in her best interests to try and obtain some playing cards at this high-stakes poker table because it felt as if she was sitting amongst the sharks where everyone else knew what their hand was except for her.  “I’m flattered, but that sounds a bit beneath you especially when you’re supposed to be the all-powerful Zeus.”

    He chuckled at her jab.  “That is a name that I’m known by, yes.  It’s one that has long transcended The Family for years and is an honor for the one who bears it, but I have so many others that are much more meaningful to me – like Dad… or sir…”  He paused for a moment.  “Did you know Leon used to call me that a long time ago?”

    Ada felt her eyes widen causing her to pick up her head.  “Leon…?”  His name was out before she could stop herself, and she silently chastised her lack of discretion.  But through it all, she could feel a wave of confusion sweeping over her.  Staring towards his face, she asked, “Who are you?”

    What followed next was something she hadn’t been prepared for.  Initially, she had believed that the man would continue to play with her from the shadows, but instead he stepped into the full view of the light giving her a look at his face.  Her stomach constricted in shock causing her mouth to drop open when she recognized him.  “President… Graham?”

    Alexander Graham stood there smiling at her response.  “I’m pleased to see that your concussion hasn’t done any long-term damage; especially when the two of us have so much to talk about.”

    This revelation was almost too much to process.  Leon’s boss… the former President of the United States was Zeus!  He was the man leading The Family!  All this time she had believed that Derek Simmons was the one who had run everything.  He’d been ambitious enough for the task especially considering all the things she had witnessed when Wesker had her go undercover working jobs for the man.  Simmons had been an obsessive and maniacal individual – even becoming the driving force that had pushed for the destruction of Raccoon City after the outbreak there.  Now the truth had revealed itself.  Derek Simmons had merely been a smoke screen for someone much more powerful behind the scenes.  The Family’s roots had spread much further and much deeper than she had dared believe possible.  That was when she recalled Hunk’s words when she had interrogated him.

    “I… don’t know his real name.  He was only ever referred to as Zeus.  He’s someone high-up though… someone with serious connections.  That’s all I know about him, I swear!”

    Someone high up with government connections; now it all made sense.

    “I… I must admit that I didn’t see that coming,” she said with a new smile once the surprise had worn off.  “All this time I thought Simmons was the man in charge… but it was you the whole time.”

    “Derek?”  He replied with the charming campaign smile that she’d seen so many times on television.  “He was a good man to have in a storm.  Unfortunately, he was a bit too obsessed with you, which was why I had to cut my ties with him after that debacle in Lanshiang.  However, before both he and his muse had gotten out of control, he’d been the one man whom I relied on to take care of potential threats to the safety of The Family and its operations.”

    President Graham’s features suddenly fell as a look of regret passed over his face.  In that instant, it became clear what that look had meant, and another cold lump began forming in the pit of her stomach at the conspiracy revealing itself.  It hadn’t been Simmons he was having regrets over; it was…

   “It was you!” she said immediately which caused him to turn and look at her.  “You were the one behind the assassination of Adam Benford last year!”

    His face froze at the accusation while his eyes narrowed at her.  After a silent glare, he turned his gaze away, but not before Ada had seen that same regret dwelling within them.

    “That… was an unfortunate necessity,” he said slowly.  “Adam was a good man; a warrior who served his country proudly.  He was a man who loved America and shared my vision for strengthening her defenses… and he was a good friend.”  He paused for a moment as if in silent reflection before turning to look her in the eyes once more.  “I had thought that we were of one mind when I shared with him the important role The Family continues to serve in for our great nation, but I was a damned fool.  I hadn’t realized how much of an idealist the man was.  Instead of embracing the mantle of lifting up America as the leader of the world, he erroneously believed that by exposing everything we’ve ever done in the realm of biological research it would somehow lead to a rally on the global front against bioterrorism!  The man was bold, I’ll give him that much… but he was naïve with how the world works.”

    “So you ordered the deaths of tens of thousands of innocent people in Tall Oaks just so that you could kill your own Vice President – the man who was your friend?  Leon’s friend!?”  She was disgusted and had no qualms about letting it show in her voice.  As much as President Graham had railed against Simmons and his shortcomings, the man didn’t seem to notice that he was taking a similar page out of his former colleague’s playbook with his push to destroy another American city in an effort to cover up his dirty work.  That was when she saw a mounting fury traveling across his features when he stepped towards her slowly.

    “How do you think the United States kept the global peace all throughout the Cold War, Miss Wong?  I’ll tell you how – with fear.  The fear of the American war machine was what kept those communists safely behind the Iron Curtain.  Do you honestly believe that breaking bread with the likes of Vladimir Putin would have lead to a safer world?  Adam was going to put everything at risk – the country, our reputation as a nation…”

     “Not to mention exposing the existence of The Family to the eyes of the world,” she interrupted, “along with all of those dirty little secrets.”
   
    President Graham smiled back at her with the look of a teacher educating an ignorant student.  “And those secrets The Family holds happened to be thoroughly entwined with those of the US Government.  If The Family and its research had been exposed, the whole governing body of America would have collapsed overnight.  Can you imagine the amount of chaos that would have resulted from such actions?

    “Besides,” he continued, “which organization do you think dealt in the shadows with the likes of Umbrella at the government’s behest during the nineties?  Biological research like theirs was illegal at the time, but the pharmaceutical giant was going to give the American military the key to remaining the dominate force throughout the world – with superior biological weaponry to push us into the twenty-first century.  Unfortunately, despite all of the funding and protection we gave them, one of those damned Umbrella scientists grew a conscience and sabotaged the program – releasing a biological holocaust so great that even fifteen years later it still has the entire country behind the eight-ball in this global war.”

    “War?”

    “We are in the dawn of a new age, Miss Wong – the age of biological warfare.  You’ve seen the effects all across the globe as a direct result of what happened in Raccoon City – From Terragrigia and the continent of Africa to The Eastern Slav Republic and Edonia.  Just look at the world today and you’ll see that even superpowers like Russia begin to grow restless; so much so that we’ve been getting reports that former President Belikova from the E.S.R. has gone into exile there.  You of all people should know what that woman tried to do in Eastern Europe… and what she is still capable of doing even now.

    “This type of warfare is on the rise, and the US has become too weak from political gridlock to stop it from spreading.  Even organizations like the B.S.A.A. can’t hope to stem the tide – not without The Family’s help.  That is why The Ambrosia Project is so important to the future of this nation.  Without it, America will find itself on the ash heap of history while the world tears itself apart from the resulting chaos.  The United States must reclaim its role as the dominate and guiding force in the world or else the order that we’ve worked so hard to build since World War II will be lost forever.”

    The man was a convincing speaker and gifted at monologue.  No doubt his time in political office had helped him in that regard, but still it was quite obvious to her that President Graham believed in what it was that he was doing here.  Trying to reason with him would be useless.  The only option available was to try to gain as much information as she could about his plans, and one word caught her attention – Ambrosia – the drink of the gods…

    “What is this ‘Ambrosia Project’?” she asked.

    “It’s the ultimate safeguard we’ve been working towards in order to protect our citizens against all forms of biological attack,” he replied.  “We’ve developed a way to merge not only all existing variants of the T-Virus, but also Uroboros and the Plagas as well.  Blended together, they’ll create a vaccine that will keep our nation safe from those who wish to do us harm.”

    “Or be used to create a virus that no one will be able to stand against,” she countered.

    “Don’t pretend to be above all of this, Miss Wong.  You’ve been dealing in biological weapons your whole career, and just recently you’ve seen what damage a rogue terrorist cell can do with a very lethal one.  I must truly commend you on the efficiency in which you neutralized them.  If Hamza and his Umbrella One cell had succeeded in their foolish attack on Israel, future relations there would have been… problematic.”

    It was at that moment when Ada recalled the email she had intercepted from Umbrella One’s servers after she’d infiltrated their warehouse.  It had been from Hamza to one of his lieutenants.

    The benefactor has grown suspicious of our motives, and I fear it will only be a matter of time before they send a team to steal our research.

    All of the weapons that terrorist cell had been armed with were purchased from an account associated with Umbrella – including Hunk’s sniper rifle!  There was only one organization that had access to all of the former pharmaceutical giant’s assets after their demise – The Family!

    “Umbrella One…” she said with a new smile forming on her lips after she had figured it out.  “They were working for you all along; developing a strain of Uroboros combined with T-Veronica for your Ambrosia Project.  Sounds like your business relations soured considering what they were up to.”

    “Yes, Dr. Hamza was considered one of Umbrella’s leading minds in their Middle Eastern division.  It hadn’t taken much to convince him that we represented his former employer.  Unfortunately, he soon discovered what he had in his hands and decided to turn against us in favor of Al Qaeda and Hezbollah.  That’s why we sent you in to sabotage their operations and to retrieve the product they had created.”

    Ada felt her eyes widen.  “You sent me…?  But The Organization…”

    “…is another arm of The Family, Miss Wong,” he interrupted with a smile.  “We do our best work when we operate from the shadows.  In doing so, we’ve created several contracting agencies across the globe known as The Organization.  That’s how we recruit some of the best and brightest to our cause.”

    Standing in front of her, President Graham chuckled in amusement.  “Do you know that we had been trying unsuccessfully for years to infiltrate Albert Wesker’s operations?  The man was so methodical and thorough that our agents disappeared almost immediately.”  He then laughed.  “You can imagine our good fortune when a certain female spy came to us looking to betray him after the Raccoon City incident… playing right into our hands!”

    Ada felt a shiver ripple down her spine.  This man’s accounting of past events sounded much more than a load of bullshit.  It had seemed unfathomable at first, but his words were convincing her of that horrible truth.  The Organization had been just a front and for all of these years she’d once again been working for The Family.  Back then, she had believed that she’d seen the last of their people after parting ways with Simmons, but the truth as always was a bitter pill to swallow.  Everything she’d ever done after betraying Wesker – from stealing files from him to handing over the Master Plaga sample – all of it had been given to them!  But even through all of that, she then realized something else… something even more terrible than what she had already heard.

    “No…” she whispered when she realized the depths of her own betrayal against Leon.  “The T-Veronica virus… Leon’s blood sample… I… I gave them… to you!” (1)

    “Yes,” he replied.  “You can believe that it was quite a surprise to discover that you had feelings for Mr. Kennedy; feelings deep enough for you to break into a secure pharmaceutical competitor and retrieve those samples for us – all in an effort to save his life.”  Then he laughed again.  “The spy with a heart of ice had a soft spot after all.”

    His jab held a bitter truth that she had always been afraid of when it came to her attachment to Leon.  For the past fifteen years she’d kept her distance because she feared that the man she loved would be used as a way to leverage her – to compromise her.  Wesker had been the one that she had initially kept her focus on when it came to Leon’s life.  Her benefactor had made multiple attempts during and after the events in Spain to kill her protector, but she’d been able to outmaneuver him and prevent that from happening (2).   In the end however, it had been The Family to truly exploit her feelings.  This… this was all her fault for being so careless.  She’d been the one to cross that dangerous line separating their two worlds when she had given in to the desire to be with him (3).  She’d been a fool to think that something beautiful could have ever happened between one so innocent… and one like herself.  Now the price of that carelessness had cost her more than she had dared believe possible.  Leon… I’m so sorry…

    “We’ve been doing our best to make Ambrosia work for so many years without success, but it turned out that Leon’s blood was what finally made all of it possible.  You see, he had a very rare genetic immunity – a DNA type that warded off all forms of viruses and infections to include man-made biological agents.  Now, normally we wouldn’t have been able to use it as a base since his blood would have killed off the viruses, but a wild card happened to be in play.  The DNA sample you retrieved for us showed that his blood still contained trace amounts of the dead subordinate plaga from his time in Spain.  That plaga made his genetic code the perfect building block for combining the viruses together, and once the final pieces have been assembled, no nation will dare stand against us!”

    My God… Ada thought to herself when she fully understood the horror behind all of this.  What have they done?

    “But Ambrosia won’t reach its true potential without the product I’m afraid.  That’s why I need your cooperation, Miss Wong.  I’m asking you to tell me where you have it hidden.  For your country’s sake, please help us.”

    The near-sincerity of his words made her laugh.  Did he truly think she was so easily swayed by words?  “Do you truly expect me to believe that your intentions are so noble, Mr. Graham?  I’ve heard all of this before from men just like you.”

    “There are no men like me,” he retorted.

    “There will always be men like you.  Whether their name is Albert Wesker… or Derek Simmons – you’re all the same.  It’s always about power, isn’t it; who’s holding the bigger stick?  I’ve never trusted men like you before… and I certainly don’t plan on doing so now.  After what you did to Leon… I’m not going to tell you a damned thing!”

    He was silent for a long moment as he gave her a measured look.  “I see,” he replied.  “That’s unfortunate, but perhaps Miss Harper will sing a different tune when I speak with her?”

    The man was attempting to catch her off guard by turning his threats towards Helena.  It was a smart ploy to try and force an emotional reaction to see where her feelings lay concerning the young agent.  While Agent Harper knew nothing about the product, that wouldn’t stop them from torturing the young woman if they felt it would break her will.  It was up to her to lay down a smoke screen in an attempt to stall them from doing so.

    “Do you truly believe that I’d trust a payday like that to a government agent?”  She asked with a convincing smile.  “Perhaps you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

    “Oh I think I do.”  He replied before signaling to the two men dressed in medical scrubs.  They came forth from the shadows pushing a cart containing several empty vials along with a blood-siphoning needle.  “You’re going to help us, Miss Wong… in more ways than you can possibly imagine.”

    Her attention shifted from President Graham to the two men setting up their equipment.  They were planning on drawing blood from her which sent another cold shiver down her spine.  But before she could fully comprehend their intentions, she heard her captor speak again.

    “Unlike you, Leon turned out to be much more pliable when he arrived here,” he began.  Her focus quickly shifted back to him.  “We had a good long chat, he and I… a lot of it was about you.  Of course, he wasn’t so willing to talk at first so we gave him a few… persuaders.”

    Anger suddenly began welling within her.  Leon had saved the life of this man’s daughter from The Los Illuminados and had served him faithfully throughout his term as President.  In exchange, President Graham had ordered him kidnapped and tortured… for what?  Ada felt her teeth clench tightly together.

    “What…” she said slowly as her brow furrowed over her eyes, “… did you people do to him?”

    His silent smile only seemed to fan the flames of hatred that she harbored.  Ada could see it in his eyes; all of this was all a game – a game of power.  And it was in that deadly game where people were moved around a sacrificed like pawns on a chess board.  Leon had been one of those pawns – moved by this very man!

    “Mr. Kennedy served his purpose, Miss Wong.  That’s all you need to know.”

    The fury… it was becoming much too difficult to contain.  She was angry – at herself, at The Family, but most of all she was furious with the fact that she had been the one responsible for putting Leon in danger.  Leon… In that brief moment she could almost feel his fingers touch her face in that gentle way of his before her mind quickly flashed with the images of the autopsy report on his body.  At that moment, all vestiges of rational thought were lost to her, and she screamed.

    “WHAT DID YOU PEOPLE DO!?”

    “It hurts you, doesn’t it?” he asked.  “All of those years...  You had Leon’s heart in the palm of your hand, and what did you do?  You smashed it to the ground so you run across the globe trying to give your life meaning.”

    No… that’s… that’s not true!  I loved him… I wanted him… safe.  Safe from… me… and… people like you!

    The words to counter his accusations refused to form on her lips.  It was as if she was possessed by this seething rage – this anger burning inside of her.  A drip of perspiration ran down her brow as those bitter emotions began claiming her; emotions that she knew were too dangerous to have.  A small sliver of rational thought tried to pull her back from the abyss, but the man’s words were continuing to provoke that tender spot in her heart that was full of regret concerning the only man she had ever loved.

    “Was it worth it, Miss Wong?  Using Leon all of those years; taking from him when it suited you?  I’m sure you can imagine all of the pain you caused him, but did you know that he still loved you through it all?”

    Leon’s journal…  I love her more than my own life.  There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.  Ada Wong – my love.

    Ada shut her eyes tight as the burning pain and heartache held her in their clutches; a pain so horrible that she last time she had felt it was when he had died in her arms.  Leon… I… wasn’t worthy of your love.  I was… never worthy of it.  But whether she had been deserving of it or not, President Graham was right in one regard.  Leon had given it to her regardless… and she’d squandered all of it…

    She was panting for breath.  The anger inside was growing to a point where she knew she’d be unable to stop it; a dark feeling that she knew quite intimately.  It was one that had started back at Umbrella One’s warehouse when she’d decimated that heavily armed squad of men and had then reappeared during her battle at Graham Corp against the Wolfpack.  It was pure rage directed against an enemy.  Now the intimate desire for vengeance against President Graham and the entire Family caused her head to pound to the rapid beat of her own heart.  Every word the man spoke was an indictment of her actions against her protector.  All of them were true… and were tearing at her like festering claws on skin.  She had used him… manipulated him… and then left him alone.

    “You were the one that convinced him to follow you to Umbrella One’s warehouse.  He died because of you!  You were the one who killed him!”

    She could take no more… and suddenly the whole world went grey – shapes blurring together as her rage consumed her whole.  Her following scream was loud and full of anguish while she pulled as hard as she could against the bindings that held her.  Her neck went taught as she thrashed herself repeatedly against the gurney trying to break free.  She had to kill him… had to… kill… him!  But even through the muted haze of blind rage, she could hear voices shouting in the distance.

    “Now!” yelled President Graham.  “The pure T-Virus is active!  Take the sample now!”

    The two men who had been standing off to the side began moving towards her with the needle raised.  With what rationality she had left, Ada continued to struggle; she was not about to make this easy for them.

    “Hold her head!” said the one with the needle.  “We have to take it from her carotid artery to get the best results!”

    Hands were flashing before her eyes trying to steady her.  She might have been powerless to use her own hands and feet in defense, but there was still one weapon in her arsenal.  When the man put his hand too close, she quickly reacted.  Biting down as hard as she could, the taste of warm blood flooded her mouth as her victim howled in pain.  Suddenly there was a sting in her neck from the needle, but despite the pain, she continued to hold fast until a hard blow from a rifle took her to the side of her head.  With that, her resistance ended and the world returned to normal.

    “Damn it!” yelled the man.  “She bit me!’

    “Go clean yourself up and get that sample to the labs immediately!” she heard President Graham order the men.  Despite the ringing in her ears, Ada managed to lift her head and look at the former president when she saw him stand before her.  Suddenly, she felt his fist connect hard just below her rib cage, and quickly the air was knocked form her lungs.  “That was for getting my daughter involved in this affair, Miss Wong.  I would have rather she stayed ignorant of all this, but it seems you’ve forced my hand in that regard.  Still, your actions did manage to give back to The Family what we lost all those years ago in Raccoon City, and for that I thank you.”

    “You… killed all of those people… at your own company…” she whispered.

    “Sacrifices must be made for the greater good,” he replied, “but you already know about that… don’t  you?”

    “You… son of a… bitch!”

    Alexander Graham smiled one last time and then left the room followed by the rest of his men.  Again, Ada found herself alone with nothing but the silence and her tortured thoughts to keep her company.  What did he make me do? she thought to herself.

    It wasn’t long before the horror made itself known.  President Graham had managed to provoke her emotionally concerning the ever-growing guilt she harbored for Leon.  Now as a result, The Family had a sample of the pure T-Virus from her blood.  How was it that they had known how to activate it?  That was when she made a connection.  Despite having already experienced the increased speed and stamina associated with the pure T-Virus, it appeared that it was only fully activated during periods of extreme stress and anger.  Considering that during most of her life as a spy she’d been a calm and collected individual, it was any wonder why she had been unaware of the hidden power lurking within her… until now.

    As much as her new-found ability was still a mystery to her, there had been one other person she had known in her life with similar… attributes – Albert Wesker.  From the duplicitous spying she had done on her former boss at the behest of The Organization, she’d discovered that the man had been injected with a form of the Progenitor virus giving him superhuman strength and speed.  While the abilities she had experienced during her “rage” episodes hadn’t given her any noticeable strength, she had remembered being able to move much faster than her enemies – even being agile enough to dodge bullets.  Maybe that was because the T-Virus had been created from the Progenitor virus…

    Before she could consider what this could mean and how she could use it to her advantage, the door to the room suddenly opened once again.  Two people entered pushing a cart, and when they came into the light, Ada immediately recognized them as Jennifer Krauser’s henchmen – Lupo and Specter from the Wolfpack.

    “Zeus wishes to know the location of the product, Miss Wong.”  It was Lupo who spoke first.  “He has tasked us with… obtaining this information from you.”

    She smiled and let out an amused chuckle.  “Well, I didn’t see fit to tell a former president where I hid it.  What makes you think I’m going to tell you?”

    That was when Ada saw what the woman was holding in her hands – jumper cables.  At the other end, her partner was connecting them to the large battery sitting on the cart.  Touching them together sent several bright sparks to flying in all directions which caused the French woman to smile.

    “To be truthful, I do not care if you tell us or not,” the woman replied.  “All I wish to hear are your screams and trust me… you will scream.  When that happens, I want you to remember our fallen comrades who died by your hands!”

    Specter then took a bucket of water and poured it over her head causing Ada to gasp at how cold it was.  Immediately the liquid seeped through the paper-thin gown she’d been wearing causing it cling to her skin.  Lupo stood directly in front of her and slowly began extending the cables.  Another shower of sparks exploded when she touched them together again as the menacing pieces of metal approached her skin.

    In that moment, Ada made a silent vow of retribution against the last two surviving members of the Wolfpack along with everyone else who had a hand in Leon’s fate.  Jennifer Krauser… Zeus… Lupo… Specter… The Family…  She kept repeating the names in her mind as the cables drew ever closer.  In the end, all of these people would die by her hands!

    But before that could happen… she’d have to take another beating.
   
   
                                                           Next: Chapter 4-4: Answers


(1) - See “Don’t Follow Me – A Resident Evil Short”
(2) - See “Guardian Angel”
(3) - See “That Night: An Ada and Leon Story”