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… and it's not as though I have a choice. He's not here, he's not anywhere.
She pushed away from the wall, walking slowly toward the door. She would check the last few tun-nels, perhaps see if the conference rooms showed any sign of damage and then she would go back. Go back and finish what Umbrella had started. A
Umbrella. They've finally come.
Rage boiled up through her, making her hands shake, her lips curl back from gritted teeth. It had to be them, it had to be one of their murdering spies; besides Irons and a few of the city officials, only Umbrella knew that these tu
Got him, I got him…
But there could be more, she hadn't hit the woman and they were trained killers. A
TWENTY-ONE
Leon stopped to adjust his shoulder harness, so Ada walked on ahead, musing over how surprisingly clear the first few tu
Really, it's for the best. No point in leading him on when it's not necessary, and it saves me the trouble of ego-stroking…
She stepped into the intersection of the empty hall, thinking about the easiest place to part company fromher escort…… and saw the woman, just as she fired. Bam!Ada felt chips of concrete spray across her bare shoulders as she brought the Beretta up, a blur of emotions and realizations flashing through her in the instant it took to react. She wouldn't be able to return fire in time, the woman's next shot would kill her, anger at herself for being so stupid – and recognition.
Birkin!
She heard the second shot – and then she was hit, shoved out of the way and falling to the cold floor as Leon cried out in pain and surprise, his warm bulk landing on top of her. Ada took a deep breath, shocked and amazed as she understood what had happened, as Leon rolled off of her and clutched at his arm. She heard ru
Oh, my God. No shit.
He'd taken a bullet. For her. Ada stumbled to her feet, bending over him.
"Leon!"
He looked up at her, jaw clenched against the pain. Blood seeped through the fingers of his hand, pressed to his left armpit. "I'm… okay," he gasped, and although his face was pale, his eyes clouded with suffering, she thought he was probably right. It undoubtedly hurt like a son of a bitch, but it wouldn't – shouldn't kill him.
It would have killed me, Leon saved my life…
And on the tail of that thought, A
… goes to operations.
Ada plunged into the water and made for the ladder. There was a hallway farther along, but it was a dead end; A
"Drop it, you bitch!"
Behind her. Ada halted, feeling a pain inside – the pain of a hearty slap to the ego. The second time she'd screwed up, badly, in as many minutes, but there was no way she was going to obey A
Jesus, I deserve to die for this…
A
Too close. Too close, and she's right on the edge of a
total collapse, isn't she?
"Who are you? What's your name?!"
Ada swallowed heavily, putting a stutter into her voice. "Ada, Ada Wong. Please don't shoot, please, I haven't done anything…"A