SUBJECT: a new follower starter !
CONCERNING: albert wesker
there's some people in this industry that you're meant to feel INDEBTED TO.
sometimes ada wonders if that's why he does it. picks her, when the net's closing in… hell, sometimes she wonders if he's the reason that her little arm of the triads back home had managed to capture the attentions of none other than the illustrious FBI. what a pain. she'd been learning what it meant to make the slip when he'd convinced her that there was a future through him. the first time she'd heard the name the organization, it hadn't felt real… none of it did, then, and it'd been almost laughable to see how much of her understanding of things have evolved since then. all it takes is a few days. and now that she'd dragged herself from the edge of death, from the very guts of the city he'd sent her into? he only provided a pass for her supposes betrayal with that raccoon city police office now that she had exactly what it was he wanted. a perfectly viable sample of the g-virus.
he'd given her a glance of the truth, and oh, what a chaotic scene she found herself witness to. she'd fed him this name, a safe name, one that wouldn't tie to anything, or anyone. her own, buried deep by now, she's learned the value of secrets, of holding parts of yourself inside. people like wesker were DANGEROUS… a little bit of information and he could go and ruin your life. how many times had he claimed it before? she makes it out ; she holds to the second class escape that she's been offered, despite the way the whole thing whipped at exhausted bones and all-too-fresh injuries.
… FUCKING PRICK. this had never been the escape route he'd promised it'd be.
but none of that really matters now, as she leans back, her gaze seemingly distracted as she counted through every exit, the things within this room. you never really knew what to expect with wesker. "we really have to stop meeting like this." what's worse was ada wasn't expecting him, not so soon after her arrival, but it's not as if that was the kind of slip she'd let him learn. expression fixed in INDIFFERENCE, but she's thinking, thinking, always plotting for the what ifs. if nothing else, at least he's one of the few left that kept her on her toes. "what do you want, wesker? you're not one for social visits."
