Disclaimer : I do not now, nor will I ever own the Resident Evil franchise. The right belongs to Capcom. This story is purely for entertainment purposes.

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Chapter 1 : I Remember You

"We cannot change our past.
We cannot change the fact that people act in a certain way.
We cannot change the inevitable.
The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude."

The villagers didn't see her. They were too busy using their pitchforks to transport hay, or tossing dry corn onto the ground for the scavenging chickens that roamed freely throughout the small village. As quietly as possible, Ada aimed her grapple gun at the roof of a house, pulling the trigger once she had the perfect shot. When she had first acquired the handy device six years ago in Raccoon City, she had no idea how to use it properly. However, six years had taught the assassin plenty, as she elegantly pulled off a perfect front flip, landing on the dry rotted shingles gracefully and silently, like a feline. Like a whisper in the wind, Ada stealthily darted across the neglected rooftop, effectively dodging a female villager who was engaged in the tedious task of ushering a couple of rogue chickens into the main square of the village. The woman was none the wiser to the crimson-clad infiltrator, and went about her business tending to the barnyard fowl as if it were any normal day.

When the coast was clear, Ada jumped to the ground noiselessly, her high heels leaving the smallest imprints in the thirsty ground. She hugged against the side of the dull, monotonous brown house, aware of the fact that the hook from her grapple gun was still embedded in the wood that established the small domicile. The raven-haired spy plucked a miniature tactical scope from her thigh holster, peering through the lens towards the main part of the rural village. The scene that played out in front of her appeared to be that of any normal society. Two men stood side by side, conversing in their native tongue, seemingly taking a break from their everyday chores. Other members of the village hauled wheelbarrows, filled to the brim with straw or wood, while others carried pails of water for cows. All of the activities taking place looked as if they were routine to the inhabitants.

That was until the assassin's jade eyes came to rest on the barbaric operations that she was briefed on earlier. A small, inaudible gasp escaped Ada's lips when she saw the large vertical slab of wood, complete with a thick, crescent shaped piece of metal that rested in the center of town. A local police officer looked as if he was impaled on the sharp metallic blade, which was currently acting as a skewer while he was being roasted above a bright, roaring fire. One of the male villagers was using some of the wood that he had gathered to feed the appetite of the flames, seemingly unaffected by the gruesome task.

Is this what passes for police work around here?

No sooner had that thought crossed Ada's mind, did she hear a soft rustling behind her. Snapping her head to the right, she spotted two villagers staring straight into her eyes. The female was wearing a light blue top, with the sleeves rolled up to meet her elbows. The dirty white bonnet that she wore on her head matched the long dress that she also donned, which was even dirtier. However, the butcher knife that was grasped in her pale hands was what Ada's attention was on. That, and the male villager's choice of weapon, a large pitchfork. The duo rushed towards the femme fatale with screeching war cries that went unheard throughout the rest of the town. Ada was unaffected by the shrieks, and also charged, trailing the cable of her grapple gun behind her. When she was close enough, she performed a flawless no-handed cartwheel, slipping right between the slower villagers. When the woman in red landed, the couple turned around confused and completely oblivious to her plans. With an outstretched arm and a triumphant smirk, Ada pulled the trigger of the grapple gun. The cord instantly snapped, catching the leg of the male villager and hurling him in the air. He slammed into the female, crushing them both into the outside wall of the small house, instantly incapacitating them both.

With a small sigh, Ada retracted the cable into the gun, allowing it to reset for further use. As soon as she placed the gas-powered gun into her thigh holster, tiny, familiar beeps rang out. The Eurasian beauty retrieved her PDA, and pressed the answer button. The portable device took a few seconds to search for a signal, but Ada was in no hurry. She already knew who was calling anyway. Finally, the calm face of her "boss" showed up on the small screen, wearing all black, and of course donning his signature sunglasses.

"So I see you've managed to arrive at the village on time." Wesker sneered, with his usual light British dialect. Ada always hated the arrogant tone of Wesker, and today was no exception. However, unlike most of his employees, she wasn't afraid to be sarcastic with him.

"Yes...but nobody remembered to roll out my red carpet." the spy quipped nonchalantly, turning her attention back to the center of the village. The inhabitants continued with their work, blissfully unaware of the female infiltrator.

"The villagers there are all being controlled. They automatically attack any intruders." Wesker informed, tapping his fingers sinisterly against the arm of the large chair that he was resting in.

"Ring the church bell. That should quiet them down for a while." he added thoughtfully.

"Hmm...sounds like they're good, obedient boys and girls." Ada scoffed.

"Unfortunately, time is not a luxury we have. Gather as much information as you can about the parasite, and finish off this little tour." Wesker ordered, disappearing from the PDA's screen. The assassin rolled her eyes in Wesker's absence, pressing a small button to deactivate the device. She slipped the thin piece of technology back into it's resting place on her thigh, with the rest of her equipment. Ada's head snapped up quickly when she heard the gunshots. Drawing her Springfield Armory XD-9, she once again hugged the outside wall of the house, attempting to discover who had produced the gunfire. She already knew who was firing the gun, but she wanted to see him with her own eyes. And there he was, surrounded by five or six cantankerous villagers, popping off shots as if they were a dime a dozen.

His dark navy slacks housed a thigh rig, similar to Ada's, except with extra pouches for storing clips. His combat boots were weather resistant, and hard enough to crack skulls if he saw fit. Which he did, performing a perfect roundhouse kick to the temple of the nearest attacker. His torso was covered by a dark, tight 5.11 tactical shirt, that hugged him in all the right ways. A brown B-3 bomber's jacket protected him from Spain's harsh autumn winds, and fingerless gloves wrapped his large, masculine hands. A light breeze swept his strawberry blonde hair carelessly over his cerulean eyes, as he continued to fight off the marauding villagers. Ada's eyes grew wide, as she watched the show. It was apparent that six years had transformed the rookie cop that she once knew into a confident, competent government agent. The only thing that hadn't changed was the Eurasian beauty's feelings for the blonde man. He was still perfect in her eyes.

"Leon..." Ada whispered, his name drowning out against the endless sea of verbal assaults being tossed out by the crazed villagers. The femme fatale wasted no time in ducking behind the house, traveling behind the various buildings. She couldn't let Leon see her now. A male villager carrying a sickle spotted her as she was en route to another house, seeking shelter.

"¿Quién carajos eres?" he growled, raising his weapon menacingly. Ada aimed her handgun, but realized that she couldn't fire. Not without alerting Leon to her presence anyway. She quickly holstered her weapon, and entered a defensive stance. As predicted, the man rushed towards her, swinging his sickle erratically. Ada easily caught her attacker's arm, and shifting her weight slightly, she used his own momentum to flip him onto the ground. The villager landed hard, dropping his weapon and gasping for breath. The man was momentarily stunned, so the raven-haired spy decided to flee while she could. She made it to her destination, slamming the door behind her, and peered out of the window. She saw two females making their way to her hideout, both brandishing cutlery that belonged in a kitchen.

"Dammit. They spotted me." Ada muttered, searching her head for a solution. She gripped her handgun again, ready to use it if necessary. Just then, a stroke of luck occurred for the woman in red. She saw Leon enter the house directly across from the one where she was seeking shelter. He apparently had a similar idea to Ada's. She heard a chainsaw come to life, and saw the figure that held the sputtering machine. Ada hoped that the chainsaw's growl would smother the sound of her Springfield, as she didn't have any other choice but to use it now. The two women were banging on the door, and they would break it down in no time.

"Matar a la perra en roja!" one of the women screamed ferociously, bursting through the wooden barrier. Ada aimed right between the woman's eyes, plugging her with a 9mm round. The woman screamed, and stumbled backwards, but didn't fall.

What the hell? That was a clean head shot!

While the first female was stunned, the other rushed towards the assassin, grabbing Ada by the throat. The Eurasian beauty wasted little time in retrieving the small knife in her holster. The blade sprang out from it's resting place, and Ada jammed the steel in the villager's arm. The woman shrieked wildly, and exited the house before Ada could do any more damage. The remaining villager was still in the house, but three shots from Ada's handgun easily leveled her. She then turned her attention to the other female villager that escaped the home. Looking out the small window, Ada now realized why she had left.

"Necesito ayuda! Mujeres intruso!" the woman repeated this sentence time and time again, waving her arm towards the house. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the villager was calling for backup. Ada hastily gunned the woman down, hoping that her pleas went unheard and unanswered. Unfortunately, Ada's luck shifted, and a mob of about eight villagers approached her, some clenching torches, others sporting various sharp farming tools.

"Great..." Ada emitted wearily, searching for yet another escape route. She couldn't see Leon anywhere, but his gunfire was heard above the racket of the chainsaw.

If I can hear his gun over the chainsaw, then...

Ada sighed in defeat, and quickly headed into the back room of the house. She saw some ammunition laying around, but the object that stuck out was the bed. She dropped to her knees, and searched through the shadows under the sleeping area. Her fingers rested on wood, and she pulled out the heavy object, smiling at her discovery. It was an old bolt-action rifle, that even had a scope mounted for better viewing. Ada quickly checked the magazine, and saw that there was nine bullets remaining. Without wasting another second, she made her way back to the front room, noticing that the mob had finally reached the door, which they were banging on in frustration. The spy set the the high-powered rifle on the floor, and pulled out a flash grenade. It was the only one that she had bothered to bring with her, and she silently cursed herself for not being more prepared. The door finally submitted to the beating that it was receiving, and fell completely off the hinges.

"Allí ella está!" the lead male growled, pointing his finger in Ada's direction. The femme fatale smirked, pulling the pin from the grenade. She tossed it at the entrance, watching as the villager's eyes followed the blue cylinder in wonder. Ada rapidly shielded her eyes, until she heard the explosion, and several screeches. She then gathered her rifle from the floor, and performed a spinning roundhouse kick to the lead male. He stumbled backwards, knocking the rest of the attackers to the ground as well, in a sort of domino effect. While the villagers were laying on the ground, Ada sprinted from the house, taking temporary shelter in the bottom of a large tower. She was about to exit, when Leon ran past her. Ada stopped breathing momentarily as he passed, but he didn't seem to notice her. Which was odd, considering the fact that she was wearing red, which wasn't good camouflage anyway. On top of that, the entire village seemed to have a grey cloud hanging over it, causing the colors to blend together monotonously, which made Ada stick out like a sore thumb. Of course, he probably didn't see her because of the chainsaw wielding maniac that was hot on his heels.

That man with the chainsaw is still alive?! Leon...I have to help him out...

Ada began climbing the ladder to access the top of the tower. With her newly acquired rifle, it would be the perfect place to utilize her sniping skills. The climb seemed to take forever, but the assassin finally managed to reach the top. Lightly gasping for breath due to the climb, Ada rested the barrel of the rifle on the tower's window. She spotted Leon running away from a decent sized mob, and the man with the chainsaw was in the lead. Her slender finger grazed the trigger, preparing to take the shot, when an alarm rang out in her head. The cold-blooded assassin in her tried to talk some sense into the Eurasian beauty.

What the hell are you doing Ada? Do you recall the last time you helped Leon Scott Kennedy? What happened?

"Shut up." Ada replied to no one, chasing the erratic movements of the villagers through the scope.

I believe you do remember. Does six years ago ring any bells? How about the part where you where almost killed by a tyrant? No? Okay then, what about having to navigate the sewers alone, fighting off all kinds of monstrosities while you were gravely injured? That man almost cost you your life. Are you really going to go down that path again?

"Shut...up." the raven-haired spy repeated through gritted teeth.

It isn't worth it. You know how he is. If you allow him to know that you're here, he'll follow you around, annoying the shit out of you just like he did in Raccoon City.

"He didn't annoy me in Raccoon City. Besides, he's not a rookie cop anymore." Ada retorted, watching as Leon turned around to blast a couple of shots into the chainsaw man. The villager didn't appear to have even felt the 9mm bullets, and he continued to pursue the blonde agent.

Whatever. This is too risky. You'll never reach your ultimate goal with him around. He isn't your problem anymore Ada. Let Leon go...you said it yourself : "He's not a rookie cop anymore". He'll be fine without your help...and if not...well, that's one less variable to worry about.

Suddenly, the unthinkable happened, interrupting Ada from her thoughts. Leon turned around to pop off more shots into his aggressors as he had been doing for several minutes. On this attempt, as soon as he aimed his gun, a villager tossed a hatchet, striking the weapon and knocking it from Leon's grip. The agent looked startled, and he stumbled to the ground in a sitting position, as the man with the chainsaw hovered over him. He raised the devastating weapon high over his head in triumph, preparing to bring it down and shred Leon to pieces. Ada's instincts instantly kicked in, as she trained the cross hairs on the legs of the man who dared to threaten Leon. The agent covered his face, preparing for the inevitable as the villager brought the weapon down.

"NO!" Ada shouted, squeezing the trigger hard. The round pierced the back of the chainsaw man's knee cap, immediately crippling him. The villager fell to the ground with a thud, and his own weapon proved to be his undoing. The chainsaw continued rotating, landing on his stomach. The man shrieked wildly, as the blades shredded his midsection, spraying blood everywhere and exposing body parts that should have been kept on the inside. The other villagers wore looks of astonishment, as they searched for a reasonable answer as to what could have possibly caused the chainsaw man's death. Leon also wore a look of confusion, but his gaze was directed on the tower.

"Shit." the femme fatale breathed, operating the handle of the rifle and ejecting the spent shell casing. It clinked on the ground, and a light amount of white smoke slowly rose from the round, resembling a ghost rising from a grave. The villagers once again turned their attention to Leon and attacked. Ada found another male villager in her cross hairs and pulled the trigger again. The crack that the rifle emitted didn't drown out the sound of the man's head exploding, and he also slumped to the ground. The government agent eyed the body for a minute, before redirecting his gaze back at the tower. He hastily got back on his feet, retrieving his 9mm handgun, and began to run for the tower's entrance, with the village's inhabitants following closely behind.

Look what you did, you dumb bitch. Here he comes, just like he always does...you should have known better Ada. You should have listened, but no...you just can't help but protect your precious Leon, can you?

"Ella está en la torre! Que están trabajando juntos!" a female villager cried from inside the scope of the rifle. Ada was about to plug her, when something caught her eye. On the roof of the house that she had taken refuge in earlier, was a glinting metallic object. The assassin pulled the scope from her eye, just as she heard Leon enter the tower.

"Who's up there?" he called, as he began climbing the ladder. Ada hastily sat on the window sill, as if she were about to jump. A simple shift in weight would cause her to fall, but that wasn't her intention. She pulled the grapple gun from it's home on her thigh, and aimed at the roof of the house. She fired, and the cable slithered through the air like a snake, until it hit it's mark. Ada pulled the trigger again, and the cord snapped tightly, retracting back into the gun and pulling her towards her destination on the roof. She sailed like an elegant eagle, and finished the flight with another graceful front flip, landing on the roof flawlessly. She scooped up the metallic object, and discovered that it was a key. How it found it's way on the roof would have to remain a mystery to Ada, as she quickly pocketed the metal object, taking special note of the insignia that made up the design. It was the same design that was on the door near the tower.

Shit...the tower.

Ada snapped her attention to the tower, groaning at what she saw. Leon had made his way to the top, and was looking at her through a pair of binoculars.

You deserve this.

"Ada?! What are you doing here?" Leon called out, his voice slightly louder than the villagers that were at the base of the tower.

You still have control...you can control this unfortunate turn of events.

Ada cocked her head to the side playfully, wearing a coy smile, and allowing her hair to touch her bare, cream-colored shoulders. Just to throw the agent off, she added a wink, and then hopped off the roof. Leon certainly looked taken aback by the Eurasian beauty's actions, and she couldn't help but truly smile at the expression on his face.

Yep...I've still got it.

"Ada, wait!" Leon shouted, as she reached the door that was decorated with the insignia.

Some things never change...

With a small sigh, Ada unlocked the door and entered the building, resting her back on the cool, metal surface. She was in a small room, that housed a table, a couple of boxes, and an old typewriter. The room wasn't heavily furnished, and there wasn't too much to look at, so the raven-haired spy began walking to the next part of the building. A muffled explosion caused her to stop walking, and she spun around in her tracks, facing the door, which burst open revealing Leon. He hastily closed the door behind him, locking the mechanism, and panting heavily.

"Grenade." he explained through gasps, wearing his signature grin.

Damn...I really should have locked that door.

It seemed as if he had finally caught his breath, and he took a few cautious steps towards the femme fatale, eyeing her wearily.

"Ada...we need to talk." Leon finally spoke, with a serious look on his face.

Here we go...this is going to be one long day...

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And that's it for chapter 1. Yes I know, not a lot got resolved, but it's only the first chapter. What else did you expect? XD

Okay, well as you can see, I used a lot of dialogue from Separate Ways. I had to watch that first cutscene like 50 times, but it was worth it. I'm sure that most of you who are reading this pretty much know the layout of the village like the back of your hand, so I hope that my descriptions weren't too confusing. Everyone knows about the tower, and the door that leads to the church, right? Good.

Okay, so the spy in Ada likes to fight for control, obviously. I just hope you can distinguish when it's the spy in Ada talking, and when it's just her thoughts. Well...I guess the spy "talking" is her thoughts too but...okay now I'm confused lol. Oh! And yes...the title of the story is indeed named after the James Bond flick "The Spy Who Loved Me". Also, the quote in the beginning is by Charles R. Swindoll.

As you can see, I've got some Spanish phrases incorporated. I wanted to make it more realistic, and the phrases that the villagers say is half the fun and suspense of the game! But, here are the translations anyway.

"¿Quién carajos eres?" means "Who the hell are you?"
"Matar a la perra en rojo!" means "Kill the bitch in red!"
"Necesito ayuda!" means "I need help!"
"Mujeres intruso!" means "Female intruder!"
"Allí ella está!" means "There she is!"
"Ella está en la torre!" means "She is in the tower!"
"Que están trabajando juntos!" means "They are working together!"

At least, I hope that's what they mean anyway. I used a translator, so I hope they are all correct.

Okay, so I hope you guys and girls will leave me some feedback! This is only my second full-length fic after all...all comments are appreciated!