Mun had a random thought and put it into writing, do with it as anyone pleases.
TW: Human experimentation (unethical), Violence, abduction, Organized Crime, Psychological manipulation, Death, moral corruption, keep an eye on the tags more could be added. Dead Dove.
Crystal lights hung from the ceiling with a faint yellow glow, the lighting dim for that subtle romantic atmosphere most places like this gave. The various perfumes and colognes filled the air like a heavy musk. The night was something out of a dream for most, but for Ada Wong this was her hunting grounds. The multi-million dollar contract set before her.
Her formal black gown clung to her curves, accenting her figure making her a perfect silhouette. The slit that ended at mid-thigh showing flawless legs making the look suggestive. For her it was the easiest access to her weapons, the thigh strap, just above the fabricโs end containing one small handgun and a combat knife. Weapons that if she found herself backed into a corner she would not be afraid to use. Her heels didnโt miss her signature red, underneath on the bottoms was stained a brought red.
Every step Ada made through the ballroom caught the unwanted attention of men, she could almost see the drool dripping from their lips. Her red stained lips curling in disgust at the lack of control. The waiter offered her a glass of champagne she took keeping up appearances, though she never drank her usual choice was mocktails. She found alcohol to dull the senses making one slower, not something she could afford while stalking prey.
The invite list was extensive, she had taken an hours time memorizing every name on the party RSVP. Two hundred attendees, two hundred idiots who could cause a slip up if she wasnโt careful. Pharmaceutical investors, Biotech heirs, diplomatic intermediaries all people of entitlement. Not a damned one of them could survive if placed in a situation, weak and pathetic people whom Ada had a strong sense of protection over. Is that who she had become now? Someone who cared about innocent lives.
โTch.. going soft in your years.โ She muttered to herself as she weaved through the crowd. Until the sight of a man caught her attention Harmon Vex. In the public eye he was nothing more than a humanitarian donor tied to new upcoming medical research that was supposed to be ground breaking. Ground breaking was one for it, more like kidnapping innocent women and using them as test subjects for an unidentified virus that not even the men who hired her could figure out.
Ada didnโt need confirmation on if he was or wasnโt involved, she had signed on for less than a bias and multi-million dollar offer. She watched him over the tipped of her wineglass, perfectly perched on her plump morsels appearing to sip without the intake of the drink.
Their eyes met and in that moment Ada knew she wasnโt there for the champagne. For Harmon instantly started moving through the crowd towards the nearest set of doors. Too early for a formal exits and he definitely wasnโt going for a moonlight stroll alone. โTarget is on the move.โ She muttered into her comms sitting the still filled glass on a nearby table. She didnโt run, didnโt chase him. Instead she took her time, weaved through the crowd giving the man a head start.
As she neared the doors two large guards stepped in the frame, blocking the direct path through the garden entrance. Her eyes clocked onto the earpieces in their ears, had they been instructed to block her path? To buy time for the sadistic man in the gardens? Of course; these things never were easy.
Ada was already calculating her next move to lessen suspicions she moved to the crowd, taking an offer for a slow waltz with a man who had too much to drink and wandering hands. Yet, she maintained her composure appearing to be a harmless attendee. Once the dance subsided she walked to the bar, leaning back arms resting against the hard wood dark gems trained on the door. โHas to be another way into that garden.โ
