Wesker sat in his office staring at the papers in front of him. He was having a hard time focussing today, and it bothered him to no end. Ada’s comment from a few weeks ago unsettled him in the oddest way. He considered their night in France a special one. Having dealt with several obstacles which had put them behind during their mission and still making it out alive was a feat in itself. If it wasn’t for Ada’s quick thinking and his powers, he was sure that she would be dead. That’s the thing about her though… he thought to himself, Always ready to come out on top regardless of circumstance. While her abilities were of no threat to his own, Ada was not a force to be reckoned with. He briefly remembered the state of his home and how she had the gall to destroy such a place.
How often had he brought her there to get away for a weekend? Granted, even when he tried to get away he couldn’t stop working. The next step in his plans were always coming to fruition. Slowing down would get him nowhere. Not to mention the fact that Ada also had the ability to slow him down. While he would never admit it to anyone else, she was a huge liability in terms of his plans. He was convinced that she was a traitor, yet the newer, softer her made him want to forget that. He didn’t want to think that the woman he would allow into his new world would have turned against him so harshly.
Wesker gathered the papers up off his desk and slipped them back into a manilla folder. He opened up the bottom drawer of his desk and placed them into an organizer that he would bring back out later. He wouldn’t bother with them now. It could wait. There were other matters that he had to attend to before he could turn his attention back to finding Spencer. Albert smoothed his hair down before standing up. He tucked his cell phone into his pocket and headed for the door. He made his way down to her living quarters. He guessed she was reading again. She often did that after going to the gym in the morning.
Wesker had to be honest with himself. Ada’s memories were returning at a slow rate, however, many of them happened to include him. The memory of their night in France was not the only erotic thing to return to her. What he had considered as more insignificant times had the uncanny ability to disturb her from her sleep, leaving her in an awkward state the following day. It took a toll on his senses. Her arousal burned him, and he wouldn’t have it anymore. He entered Ada’s apartment with the full intention of ending his insanity. Instead, he found the room empty. All of the rooms, in fact, were empty. It wasn’t uncommon for her to sneak out for a stroll, but this situation felt different.
Albert stepped back into the main hall. Just as he was about to make a few phone calls, he was approached by two guards. “Sir! We’ve been looking for you! Chief said that you ordered Miss Wong be taken to the Underground and then for us to report directly to you. What do you need?”
Wesker slowly began to dial the Chief’s number. “To the Underground? The same Underground that is used for testing only? Do you have any idea why I would authorize such a thing?”
“Um… It was said that you were going to put Miss Wong through some of the experimental training. Something about new subjects and her combat skills giving us some good data?” one soldier responded. Wesker crushed his phone in his hand. Someone had authorized this in his name? He’d kill them once he found out who it was. The Underground was filled with some of the nastiest experiments imaginable. Everything from Beta Lickers to crimson heads were down there. He asked which level they brought her to. “C4, sir. Last I heard they were testing out a new variation of virus that makes zombies. Sir… Are you going to make Miss Wong a zombie?”
Wesker clenched his jaw. “Listen here, you imbeciles. You are going to report to Chief. You’re going to inform him that I never authorized Miss Wong’s placement, and that he better hope that she’s alive when I get there. Before you ask why, bear in mind that one of you two might just become the next ‘Chief’.”
The soldiers gulped before watching their superior disappear. There was a strong possibility that they helped bring Miss Wong to her death. If the boss didn’t get to her in time, they were betting off quitting and running away before he got back.
He took the stairs as often as he could. Wesker would jump over the railing and fall through the floors just to make up for any lost time. Once he reached the Underground sector, he was forced to take an elevator. It would be far quicker than trying to run through the halls to the far-spread stair cases. For a moment, he thought about climbing to the top of the elevator and jumping down the rest of the way, but he didn’t want to injure himself either. Who knew what Ada was having to go through at that very moment? She could be fighting for her life, and he would be no good to damaged.
Ada was dirty and shaking. Why had they brought her here? More importantly, why did Wesker order it? Her hands fumbled with the gun she held. The room she was in was so large, it felt like an actual street in a town. There were fake stores and homes on either side of her. They appeared so real, but everything was painted on. There were trees, shrubbery, and even a few parked cars around her too. Those creatures could spawn at any moment. Ada wasn’t sure if she could handle pulling the trigger again, regardless of her muscle memory. Before she could collect her thoughts any further, she heard that pitiful moaning again. She spun around, wondering where the creature was. Ada remembered the doctor’s orders quite clearly: Don’t get bit or scratched unless you want to end up like one of them.
She didn’t want to be a monster. She didn’t even want to be in the room. Ada stood frozen in the room, waiting for something to happen. She heard more moaning to her right, and then her left. She checked both sides and she felt her heart enter her throat. There were a handful of zombies on either side of her. Where had they come from?! She tried to take aim and shoot, but she could never kill them. She kept telling herself she had to aim for their head, but it felt impossible with the amount of terror she felt. As the pressure began to build and she slowly became surrounded, and was met with a deafening ring in her ears. Each shot she fired caused her to see hallucinations. One moment she was surrounded by zombies, the next there were only a few. Some of them wore dirty RPD uniforms, which she found odd. None of them had been dressed like that before.
She shook her head and tried to come back to reality. Now was not the time to get her memories back. She needed to focus on survival! Ada pushed past a few of the zombies so she would not be trapped in the circle. She took her aim again and began picking off the monsters one by one. With each shot, she was thrust into a different memory.
It is imperative that you get on that chopper, Miss Wong. It will be the last one out of Raccoon.
You promised me you would be safe, Albert. Look at the burn that Alexia gave you! You’ll be walking around with that on your face for weeks!
I hope you haven’t lost sight of your true mission, Ada. Wesker is not someone the world needs. He’s a threat to everyone-- even you.
Ada the charges have been set. Get out of there!
When the last one dropped, Ada fell to her knees in pain. Her head felt as though it was going to split open. She slowly looked up and everything appeared different. She stood and leaned against a nearby wall. The action suddenly reminded her when she was bandage and wounded in Raccoon-- she was trying to escape before the whole city was blown. She took a step forward. The sounds of the heels that she wasn’t wearing echoed in her mind. Her right side burned and ached. From the tyrant… she thought to herself, Bastard...
The room seemed to spin and now she was standing in front of a window. Wesker was talking about something nearby. All she could think about was how she managed to get out with the G Virus. How her work was really going to make a difference once Albert could find a good use for it. Her mind also drifted towards Leon. Such a young, naive man. She felt as if he practically loved her, yet he barely knew her. Depending on how things went with Wesker, the Tyrant wouldn’t be pleased to hear it. Ada stopped walking and rubbed her eyes. She was emotionally exhausted. When were they going to let her out of there?
Wesker had been watching her through the one-way glass. The entrance to the testing room had been tampered with. He couldn’t just enter in his code and go in. Instead, he had been typing in override commands for what felt like eternity. Whoever had done this had been able to get deep into their system. They knew just what firewalls to work around to make things more difficult. Next to him stood two elite agents that Chief had sent to meet Wesker. The testing room would continue to release experiments until Wesker could forcefully shut the program down. Clever bastards… They knew just what they were doing… he thought to himself.
He quickly glanced up again and saw Ada was walking around the room. She kept holding her side as if she was hurt, but he couldn’t see anything wrong. He knew it was the side where her scar was, but he couldn’t think of a reason why it would pain her. Wesker was almost done when he saw the next level of testing appear on a second monitor. He needed to get done faster. There was no way she could survive what was to come. Wesker signaled for the two men to get ready. The second monitor was flashing red, and tone went off in the training room.
Ada looked up at the sound of the tone. What did that mean? Were the doors unlocking so she could get out? Ada glanced around the room. Nothing was changing. The door she had used to get in wasn’t opening. “Round two? Alright…” she sighed. Ada ejected the clip from her handgun and checked the rounds. She had four shots left. She hoped that would be enough. Some of the lights in the room began to flash red. At the opposite end of the room, the wall began to raised up. It revealed a set of bars similar to that of a cage. Ada didn’t take her eyes off of it. She heard a weird growling noise come from the cage. Suddenly, the bars retracted into the floor, giving whatever creature was there the means to get out. Ada backed up slowly, waiting.
She was amazed at how quickly it moved. The pink, meaty creature on all fours skirted around the room. It had no issues climbing on any surface. What fascinated her the most was its long, pink tongue and lack of eyes. It was quite large. Ada compared it to the size of a man. She wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been one once.
Wesker cursed under his breath as he watched the licker leave its cage. Ada seemed to be holding her ground for the moment, which he considered a good thing. Albert punched in the last few codes necessary to override the system. The door into the training room unlocked, and the two soldiers rushed into the room. Ada turned to look at the men, distracted by their entrance. Were they here to help her? Wesker saw the Licker jump over Ada and head towards the two men. He jumped from his seat and bolted towards the door. He had an extreme lack of faith in the men's’ abilities. It was a good thing he had decided to move, too, because in a matter of seconds one of the men was being ripped to shreds.
The other man was shooting at the licker and yelling. He had gotten quite a few rounds into it before it had suddenly pounced on him as well. Wesker huffed in annoyance as he barged into the room. Surely two very capable soldiers with experience with bioweapons should have been able to put down a simple licker? Wesker put his fingers in his mouth and whistled at the creature. The licker lifted its head and screeched before taking off towards the tyrant.
Ada watched the creature easily take down the two soldiers in awe. It hadn’t even flinched when one soldier unloaded his gun into it. It’s the skin… she thought to herself, He needed to shoot it in the head… where those brains are. She then turned her attention to Wesker. When had he gotten there? Her heart dropped when she witnessed him drawing the creature’s attention. What did he think he was doing? Did he not just witness those two men get mauled to death by that thing? The licker bolted across the room. At one point it had jumped up to the ceiling and ran across it before pouncing at Wesker. Ada ran towards them in a hurry. She had never seen Albert kill anything other than people. Was he capable of handling this on his own?
Wesker had grabbed the licker by the throat and was squeezing it. The monster screeched in pain, flailing its tongue about in an attempt to hurt its attacker. Wesker squeezed harder before shoving his free hand into the Lickers mouth. He made a fist and pushed it up through its head. Brain matter, blood, and other unidentifiable liquid came gushing out of the exit point. In moments, the licker gave one last final cry and shudder before going limp. Wesker casually dumped the body onto the ground before wiping his hands on his pants. He seemed to detest having the liquid all over him, but it was a necessary sacrifice. When Ada finally reached his side, he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. She went to say something, but he cut her off.
Her handgun fell to the floor as he pulled her close to him. In a single, easy motion, he had her body pressed against him and his lips pressed against hers. The kiss was long. Ada felt more emotion in that kiss than she had seen out of Wesker in the months they had been together. Fear, frustration, anger, relief-- it all started to become overwhelming. When he finally pulled back, Albert rested his forehead against hers. “Miss Wong, I must seriously advise you against going off with people that wish to do you harm…” he murmured, “Now, let us go get you cleaned up.”