Operation Ada: Part I (1 of 8)

My name is Ada Wong. I'm an agent for... I'm an agent sent to obtain the G Virus in order to... my objective is to obtain the G Virus. I tracked it's last known location to...

Ada shook her head, taking a deep breath. My name is... Dawn Meadows... I'm a reporter for the... The blonde reporter closed her emerald green eyes and tried to clear her head.

My name is Ada Wong. I'm an agent for an organization with a specialized assignment, and this is a strange day for me. And suffice to say, I've had strange days.

Ada rubbed her temple. Her midnight colored hair was styled in a chic bob. She brushed locks of it away from her porcelain cheeks. Stylish heels matching the shade of her hair clapped against long forgotten floorboards as she stepped into the foyer of the Mansion.

Looking down at herself, she took a moment to observe the vermilion satin cocktail dress that hugged her wispy figure with all the smoothness it deserved. The hem accommodated the delicate curve of her pert bottom, and had just enough polite manners to cover a portion of her long lean thighs. But a bend, crouch, or any manner of action would reveal that the chocolatey silk pantyhose that glazed her impossibly long feminine legs, were control tops!

She swiveled her gaze, her daintily chiseled head, a flower atop the delicate stem of her neck. Her eyes surveyed the landscape behind fashionably stylish sunglasses. It was a large derelict Mansion cracked and littered by time and neglect. A once grand staircase, now a specter of its prime climbed toward a landing where the ghostly eye of a window bathed the room in the foreboding glow of a blood red sunset.

Generations of dusty family photos adorned the wall leading up the stairs, their identities obscured in shadow. I'd rather not know the likes of those who lived in this place, thought Ada. Something else was visible at the top of the stairs. It was on the wall, but it wasn't a picture. It was shaped like something else... something unnerving. Obfuscation prevented identification.

A cool breeze wisped through the room teasing the perfect skin on Ada's bare shoulders. Goosebumps broke out all along her dainty slender arms. Even in pantyhose, the muscles in her legs gave a quiver from the chill. "Damn this awful place," muttered Ada.

A raspy sound made her ears prick with alertness while she instinctively reached into the shoulder holster adorning her torso. Drawing her 9mm Matilda she assumed a cautionary but ready pose. Turning to look off into the shadows of the foyer, she listened intently for the source of that rasping sound again.