Author's Note: It has been forever since I've even attempted to update this fic. I was slacking so bad, I apologize to any who were waiting. This isn't going to be an overly lengthy chapter but my interest in writing fan fiction is returning so I hope to update more frequently! As always I do not claim any character as my own. I merely write as an avid fan of the Resident Evil series. :insert heart icon here:

|||Chapter Two|||

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The only sound emanating from the barren hall was the echo of Ada's heels as she made her way to the other end. While stealth was preferred she sacrificed it momentarily sensing no one was near. It felt as if the entire building were stilled, as though freshly built and never used. Odd… She contemplated the possibilities the situation offered with such a lack in occupants. If the entire building shared the same atmosphere then her difficulty on retrieval would be miniscule. A sigh passed her lips as she tried yet another door, the knob firmly locked preventing her from investigating. Doesn't anyone have some form of trust these days? All these doors… as bad as Raccoon all over again.

The thought gave her chills. While she wasn't one to dwell on bad memories it was typically difficult to forget times like those… especially when so severely injured and by such mutated creatures. The entire ordeal had been an assault even on her senses.
On with the pleasantries, shall we? She forced herself to focus back on the mission listening passively for any sound that would reveal another presence. The next door before her she reached out expecting the sense of resistance a lock caused when she pushed on the handle but it opened rather easily barely squeaking on its hinges. An eyebrow arched elegantly in light surprise.

Well, well, she mused inwardly, someone forgot to keep their secrets guarded… oops, I mean my secrets.
The smirk tugged the corner of her mouth ever so faintly at the prospect of leaving with the goods, the only outward expression she allowed as she waltzed through the door to view desk after desk lined around in little cubicles.
"Such good little mice," she purred aloud, her contempt for this type of career dripping from her thoughts. She could picture them hunched over their monitors and squinting late into the night typing furiously for the daily reports trying to meet a deadline or pleasing an over demanding and condescending boss.
…Speaking of which….

Ada sighed before sauntering over to one of the monitors and leaning over it to tap a few keys. She would have to deal with Wesker soon. He would be expecting a report and while her first instinct was to simply focus on her assignment and deal with his holier-than-thou attitude when he tried to pester her again, she knew she had to… behave for lack of better term… lest she burn herself before being accepted back into the agent role fully.
Just as the spy was flitting over to another computer to type in a few more commands her thigh vibrated. A single chirp and she lifted the device gazing at the screen as a person flashed in to view.
Speak of the Devil and he shall appear, her amusement of the situation did not show outwardly.

"Ada," the crisp tone clipped its words making her name seem harsh and she gazed passively at the chiseled features and stern countenance glowing on the screen. She remained silent, her gaze after a moment flicking back to the computer as she input more commands and gained access to new folder- useless all of them, damn- and closed it to open others. He had not spoken again so she didn't bother drawing back to look at him. She held the device where they could see each other but was obviously disinterested in holding a staring contest. She had work to do…

"…hm" He cleared his throat, an obvious show of annoyance. She knew him well enough to realize it was a purposefully made sound. He was like her, controlled, practiced, disciplined, every move and word well-thought out and part of who he was. Resisting the urge to shake her head at him her dark hues finally drifted back towards the screen and she gazed at him, knowing where his eyes were even behind those constant shades, feeling them burn through her. His face never changing but his aura far from pleased.
Ada tilted her head, inviting for him to speak, growing tired of this silence.

"Have you found anything." His inquiry was more of a demand than a true question.
Instead of answering right away she let her eyes linger on the computer screen turning her face away from him again. A quick view and several arrow-downs and nothing seemed to be new.
"…Not yet," she replied, the velvety tone of her voice as calm as his.
"Find someone," he commanded her and she smirked, didn't bother trying to hide it, as though she would leap to obey him, "and…motivate them to…cooperate-"
"A bit of motivation requires an entity capable of being motivated," her voice dropped in case any were listening. It wouldn't do to have someone overhear she was capable of harming to gain her objective… Not if she could possibly gain favor with someone to complete the objective quickly.

She saw him incline his head in thought on her words. After a moment he gave a curt nod.
"Abandoned?"
"It would appear so… but far too clean and computers still on and too warm."
"…..Ada, I want you to find out what happened there."
"Naturally." She purred at him as if there had been no question what order was coming next. He started to move as though to speak again but before a reprimanding statement could be formed she murmured, "A lady doesn't gussy up to meet no one," and dropped the device from view clicking the button to end the call. If she met anyone her appearance was that of someone meeting their lover for a dinner, a way to keep herself comfortable in the clothes she adored and also an easy cover if questioned.

Oh there would certainly be harsh words later but for now it helped to avoid the harsh looks he seemed to enjoy giving. After all, she had a mission to focus on and a distraction like one of his lectures just simply wouldn't do right now. Oh no, she thought as her smirk grew faintly while she moved about the room to the whispery sounds of her silk dress in motion checking each terminal and filing cabinet with professional intensity, it wouldn't do at all.