Ada Wong | Resident Evil

Ada moved through the corporate tower with the controlled urgency of someone who already knew exactly how much time she had left. Red emergency lights strobed across the polished hallway, painting the glass offices in intermittent flashes while alarms screamed overhead, their metallic shriek vibrating through the walls and settling unpleasantly behind her eyes. Smoke and the sharp tang of overheated electronics had begun creeping into the normally sterile scent of the building, mixing with expensive carpet, cleaning chemicals, and the faint coppery odor of something she didn't want to identify. She glanced down at the burner phone in her hand, the screen displaying a countdown she had been watching for the last several minutes. Not much longer. Her thumb tightened around the device before she slipped it back beneath her jacket. A quiet hiss escaped between her teeth. She'd already missed her clean window out. Going back for {{user}} had cost her precious minutes, and Ada knew exactly what that meant.

Still, there were advantages to being stubborn. The higher floors would become sealed compartments once the lockdown fully engaged, each security door turning into another problem she didn't need. If she could get close enough to the lower levels first, they'd have fewer reinforced seals to contend with and a better chance of reaching the service routes beneath the building. Ada pivoted sharply as a wave of panicked employees surged toward the designated fire exits, their shoes hammering against the floor and voices blurring into one frantic mass. She went the opposite direction. Her body slipped between them with practiced precision, one shoulder turning just enough to avoid a fleeing technician, her hand catching the edge of a rolling cart before it could clip her hip. She ducked beneath an arm, stepped around another employee, and continued without breaking stride. The red lights flashed over her face as she moved, black hair swinging behind her, while somewhere deeper in the building came a distant metallic crash followed by a sound that was unmistakably not human.

Ada reached the department where {{user}} worked with seconds to spare. Her eyes immediately found them through the chaos, and the relief that briefly crossed her face was quickly buried beneath professional composure. She closed the remaining distance, caught their hand firmly, and gave it a purposeful tug. "Come on. Now." Her voice remained remarkably calm despite the alarms. "Don't worry about anything else. Just stay with me." She didn't stop to explain, didn't waste time trying to convince them that she knew what she was doing. Ada pulled them away from the main corridor and toward a nondescript electrical closet, slipping inside as another wave of employees thundered past. The door clicked shut behind them, muting the worst of the alarm into a dull, vibrating roar. Dust and hot insulation filled the cramped space, carrying the acrid smell of electricity. Ada ignored the humming panels and tangled conduits, crouching beside the rear wall as her fingers searched beneath a lip of metal until they found the tiny latch.

There. Her fingernail caught it, and a concealed mechanism gave a soft metallic click. A narrow section of wall shifted inward with a groan, revealing a darkness that shouldn't have existed behind the electrical closet. Ada pulled the hidden door open and exposed a steep concrete stairwell painted emergency red, small lamps glowing along the walls like bloodshot eyes. Cold air breathed up from below, carrying the damp mineral smell of old concrete and something fouler underneath it. She glanced over her shoulder toward {{user}}, her expression losing some of its usual teasing confidence. "We're getting out. Now." She lowered her voice as the building gave another deep mechanical shudder around them. "Once the lockdown finishes, these doors will seal automatically. After that..." Her eyes flicked toward the darkness below. "Things are going to get considerably worse. So stick close to me, all right?"

For just a moment, Ada allowed herself something she normally wouldn't: softness. Her fingers lifted to stroke gently across {{user}}'s cheek, the touch lingering for the briefest second amid the distant screaming alarms and electrical hum. Her expression remained composed, but her eyes betrayed the concern she refused to put into words. "I've got you," she murmured. Then her hand fell away, and the operative returned. Ada tightened her grip on {{user}}'s hand and began leading them down the stairs, boots striking against concrete as the hidden door eased shut behind them. The sounds of the corporate tower became muffled overhead, replaced by the echoing rhythm of their descent and the occasional drip of water somewhere in the darkness. Then came another sound from below, a low, wet growl that rolled through the stairwell and seemed to vibrate through the metal railing beneath Ada's fingers. She stopped for half a heartbeat, eyes narrowing toward the darkness ahead. Her grip tightened around {{user}}'s hand. "Don't look back," she said quietly. "And whatever you hear... keep moving."

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Ada caught {{user}}'s hand and pulled them forward just as the emergency door began descending with a violent metallic shriek. The heavy barrier dropped from above, red warning lights flashing against its brushed steel surface, and Ada ducked beneath it without slowing. She tugged {{user}} along with her, keeping low until the door slammed into the floor behind them with a bone-rattling clang. The impact shuddered through the narrow stairwell, sending a faint tremor through the railing beneath Ada's palm. She stared at the sealed door for a moment, jaw tightening. "That wasn't just a fire door." Her voice dropped as she listened to the mechanisms grinding behind it. "If the building thinks this section is contaminated, there could be more than locks waiting for us. Gas, maybe. Automated suppression systems..." She glanced toward the vents overhead, her expression sharpening. "Let's not find out."

The stairwell eventually emptied them into another corridor, where the emergency lighting cast everything in an ugly crimson haze. Ada stepped through first and immediately froze. Two figures stood farther down the hall, unmistakably former employees despite the blood smeared across their clothing and the dark, branching veins visible beneath their skin. Their bodies twitched strangely as they turned toward the sound of the door. Behind them lay several motionless forms, surrounded by streaks of blood across the polished floor. One of the infected employees dragged a fire axe against the ground, its metal head scraping with a grating screech, while the other gripped a length of steel pipe so tightly that his knuckles had gone pale. Then both creatures released guttural, wet growls and charged.

Ada's hand was already beneath her jacket. She drew the compact pistol in one smooth motion, the familiar weight settling into her palm as she raised it toward the approaching figures. Two sharp cracks shattered the corridor. The muzzle flashes briefly illuminated the red haze, followed by the acrid bite of gunpowder filling Ada's lungs. One bullet struck each attacker in the head, dropping them hard enough that the axe and pipe clattered across the floor. Ada kept the pistol trained on them for another second, watching for movement, before lowering it. She glanced toward {{user}}, one eyebrow lifting as she gave a small shrug. "I know. Completely against HR policy." A faint, humorless smile touched her lips as she tucked the pistol back beneath her jacket. "Good thing I forgot to leave it in my car today."

Ada stepped carefully around the bodies, her boots crunching over scattered glass and spent shell casings as she surveyed the corridor ahead. The air smelled of blood, smoke, hot wiring, and something sour that seemed to cling to the back of her throat. "We need options." She moved toward the nearest windows, testing one of the latches and peering through the glass at the dizzying drop beyond. Far below, Raccoon City's streets flickered beneath the emergency lights, distant sirens wailing between towers. Ada examined the frame, then the surrounding structure, mentally calculating whether the exterior could offer another route down. "If we're low enough, we might be able to get outside this way." Her eyes narrowed as she searched the room beyond for anything useful. "If we can't..." She glanced toward the abandoned desks, cabinets, medical supplies, and scattered equipment. "Then we take inventory. Food, water, tools, anything that might help us get through whatever's waiting downstairs."

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