Operation Ada: Part II - The Basement (1 of 4)

Ada rubbed at her temple. It felt like months ago that she had  heard the voice of that woman. She said her name was Annette. I'm part  of some operation? I'm some sort of operative?

Ada  looked down at herself. She was dressed in a satin, form fitting, and  scandalously short sleeveless red dress. The only thing keeping her from  crouching down and wrapping her arms protectively around her exposed  legs was they were mercifully dressed in a pair of smoky black  pantyhose. Though she had a feeling that crouching down is all it would  take to expose the control tops of her nylons just barely covered by her  too taxed hem. The thought made her cheeks flush with scandal. What  sort of operative dresses like this? She lifted her feet up and down  listening to the clack of her heels.

If I'm on  some sort of mission... trying to find this G-Virus? Wouldn't it be  easier to do in something more practical than a fickle pair of L'eggs  pantyhose? Still, Ada was mildly grateful for their modest support as  she examined her surroundings.

"Some sort of  basement?" she murmured to herself peering into the gloom. Mildewy stone  walls surrounded her, and the chill air coaxed an involuntary shudder  in the exposed skin of her slender arms. Memories of the Mansion haunted  her mind. I barely made it out of there, she thought. Those... things.  Creeping, crawling, moaning at me from all directions. If it weren't for  a few very lucky shots fired from my trusty Matilda, and some frenzied,  frantic, full tilt flight (no thanks to these heels!) I might have...  Ada cringed before she could finish the thought. It doesn't matter. I  made it to the door.

And that led me to the  stairwell, here, down into the Basement. Is this where I will find the  G-Virus? For Annette? Ada rubbed at her temple, scrunching up her face.  Why do I feel like I'm missing something?

A scratching wet rattling sound pricked at her ears, originating from the darkness. Matilda was up defensively as a reflex.

"Hello?  Is... is... someone there? I-i-i-identify yourself!" Ada's voice  attempted command but she could hear the timid break in her tone. She  cringed from her lack of confidence. Maybe if it weren't for this  ridiculous outfit!

The ghoulish dragging sound  intensified followed by labored breathing. No time to worry about my  outfit now! Thought Ada, with a soft click; the sound of Matilda's  safety being released.