The light blinded her as she opened her eyes. She closed them tightly again dragging a hand over her face to shield her face as she tried opening them again.

As her vision adjusted, she realized the room really wasn't that bright. In fact, the drab gray walls only added to the charm. She was in a square prison cell of sorts.

Ada Wong groaned and pulled herself to sit on the cot she was stretched across. She felt grimy as if she badly needed a shower. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and glanced down at herself.

Nurses scrubs? She grimaced. It had to have been a joke for her captor. Bright pink top and turquoise pants with white socks to match. At least her bra was still in place.

They had stripped her and searched her while unconscious. Interesting. Part of her wanted to feel violated, another part of her wanted to commend them for being so thorough. They hadn't drugged her mind, however, and in Ada's experience, her mind was the best tool for any job. She laid back onto the cot and studied the cell to figure out her predicament.

A toilet was located in the room in the opposite corner. That wasn't too much of a decoration. A camera lens was located above it. It sat molded into the wall, almost flush with the gray concrete. She stared at it for a moment before looking towards the door. There was no window outside. Just the rough outline

"Glad to see you are finally awake." Wesker Jr.'s voice floated to her from a small screen located in the wall. He looked so much like the original Ada felt a chill. He even wore the dark sun glasses and had his blonde hair slicked back in the same manner. His face filled the small screen. He had startled her but she managed not to jump. Her eyes were drawn to the camera lens again. Depending on how this went, she was either in trouble here or an asset. There was no reason to recall her from his previous assignment to her unless he'd assumed she was procrastinating.

"What am I doing here?" She sat up, did her best to sound bored. It was useless to show fear. Whatever was about to happen, would happen.

"Ah, straight to the point. Good, I'm embarking on a new matter and could do without your interference for a bit." Interesting.

"Sherry Birkin?"

"She can wait for the moment."

Ada filed this away. Something more important than Sherry Birkin's G-Virus? She settled into her cot mentally steeling herself for the wait.

"No arguments?"

"Would they work?"

"Probably not."

"Waste of time and energy then." She lay back. "Reading material might be nice for the duration though. If you don't mind."

For a moment, Wesker was taken back but he nodded. "But of course, I'll send you something you may find interesting." His face disappeared from the screen and it went dark.

Ada sighed and lay back. She had survived this long by not losing her mind. Even captured there was always a way out if you waited for the right moment. She wasn't dead yet so she assumed he still needed her for some reason.

She shuddered. As long as no one was making another clone of her somewhere. That had been disturbing, to see her own face so consumed with anger. She still had a few enemies out there who hated what the clone had done, not realizing they were not the same person.

Ada felt a slight pang of remorse. She was in here to keep her from bungling whatever was happening with Sherry. Leon wouldn't approve and she had to choose between the two. She had kept him at a distance for a reason. This kind of job required no strings attached, especially the more knowledge you acquired about who you were dealing with. You would be putting their lives in danger the second you started to care about what happened to them.

She had encountered Leon one too many times. How many times had they rescued each other?

Apparently, she hadn't done a good enough job at appearing solo and uncaring in the line of duty.

The Family. They were an interesting group. Ada wondered if they would consider the Clones of Wesker a new threat or simply watch with interest. The senior Albert Wesker never left anything to chance with them. They never got close enough to him to gun him down as they had done with Simmons.

Her time in China had been interesting, to say the least. She had saved Jake and Sherry, twice although they never knew who had fired those shots. She preferred to keep it that way. That the man immune to the C-Virus was Wesker's natural biological son was a surprise. That he was working to dismantle his father's legacy? She wished him good hunting on that part.

But with his brother/clone of his father out there, Albert Wesker, the cloned version wanted Sherry all to himself. To what end?

No competition.

A free Sherry walking the streets could be taken by anybody. Samples distributed...that made a little more sense to Ada. You followed the money trail.

But Ada wasn't going anywhere for the moment and for the time being appeared safe despite her supposed "interference." She relaxed for a moment and closed her eyes. So, what could be more important than obtaining the mutated virus in Sherry's system?

Project Resurrection. Her eyes flew open. She nearly shot up off the bed when the realization struck. Wesker was planning on making a comeback after all. And the odds were good she would have interfered. She'd felt nothing when she learned he had been killed by the BSAA agent Chris Redfield. She'd been surprised that the C-Virus antibodies host had been his son, mostly because when had Wesker slowed down enough to have sex with a woman, let alone get one pregnant? And then not know about it? A man who was that meticulous? None of that made sense.

The clones made sense. Wesker had been an arrogant bastard. A son or any lineage would not have been good enough. The files she'd handed over to Leon only mentioned Project Resurrection in passing. They were mostly about the cloning process and that it was designed as a start to a project they might never need or get into later.

No, the only person Wesker had trusted was himself.