day of reckoning

MISSION BRIEFING.
CODENAME: Sedlec Ossuary.
SITUATION: Samuel Dvorak, an amoral virologist that we previously contracted to collect data samples from the cadou parasite has recently went M.I.A with our business dealings. After briefly tracking his whereabouts, our agents have learned that Dr. Dvorak is concealing himself within the solace if his laboratory with his wife and child in Kutna Hora, Czech Republic.

TASK SUMMARY: Your task is to pinpoint Dr. Dvorak's direct location and terminate him. After you have managed to do this, it is vital that you retrieve the cadou parasite samples as well as anything that may seem to be of use in your opinion. Destroy the lab and make sure that no evidence that can be traced back to us are left behind. Once you recover the assets and transfer them into our possession, you will be paid the full amount in which we agreed on. We wish you success on this operation, Ada Wong.

"This is not how I planned to spend my vacation time, but the pay seems substantial enough." Ada spoke in hushed tones. Slender digits curled around the small cellular device as she slipped it into the pocketed slit of her waist bag. It was merely a few months ago that she'd put an end to this lifestyle. The lifestyle of taking on retrieval contracts for the corporate world and collecting information that would be useful for sketchy organizations. However, a part of her knew that quitting would only leave room for more immorally corrupt corporations to get their hands on virus strains like this and use them to dominate the world. She wasn't going to let that happen, at least not as long as she had a say in it. Of course, she had gained notoriety for being able to handle serious situations and the most difficult requests without guilt - but lately her concerns were shifting. She was worried about just how dangerous her actions could be when assisting the wrong crowds. Nonetheless, she had a job to do and she wasn't one to weasel her way out of it.

Messy curls tussled in the soft breeze that swayed to and fro within the bone church. Ada lifted her free hand to pull the black hood of her shawl over her head as her other hand was occupied by her signature weapon; the crossbow. Her current outfit was a bit unusual compared to the distinctive red dress that she took delight in. She wore a tight black leather dress that stopped just above her knees and knee high combat boots hugged at her legs like a boa-constrictor. Upon her face was a Venetian-style half face mask to conceal her facial features and around her neck - a charming lolita handmade lace collar. Though there was no need to dress so elegantly for a mission, Ada was always one to come dressed to kill and thrill.

Harrowing groans. They seemed to be the only sounds that resonated through the catacombs. It was evident that Ada wasn't alone and that there were clear signs of danger within her vicinity. This was not going to be an easy task, but was anything ever truly easy for her in this field of work? Lowering the tip of her crossbow to the flooring beneath her, Ada placed her foot in the cocking stirrup to ensure that the crossbow was planted firmly to the ground. Situating the bowstring into the barrel groove, she slipped an iron tipped arrow into the barrel ad proceeded to lift the weapon from the ground.

The flames that encircled around the skull chandelier enclosure above her head began to flicker as Ada sauntered down the underground passageway. The sound of feet shambling closer to her proximity kept her on guard, that was until she caught sight of a dark figure stumbling out from the side of a tomb.

"Help me...please! You have to help me. My husband...he -" The woman stopped mid sentence as she began to convulse against pillar tiles. Piercing cries emerged from her being as she now began to mutste. With little to know hesitation, Ada lifted her weapon and steadied it so that it was aimed towards the woman's head. As painful as it sounded, she knew that the best thing for her to do was put an in to it before the mutation made matters worse for them both. She wanted to walk away unscathed from this God awful place, and she would do anything in her power to make sure that she would. Releasing the arrow from the chamber of her crossbow, a soft frown took the form of Ada's lips, decorating her flawless countenance. Mocha orbs scanned the arrow as it rushed out of the barrel and penetrated the woman's skull with swiftness. Brain matter splattered upon the dust covered walls as blood pooled around her. Taking a few steps closer to the fresh corpse, Ada glanced down, shaking her head in a sorrowful manner. So many innocent lives being lost to what these psychopaths referred to as scientific research was just the tip of the iceberg for her. It truly was a tragedy. "You poor thing." She whispered to herself, stepping over the woman's body.

No sooner than she walked towards the gated elevator shaft, the sound of gurgles resonated behind her. Turning her head to the side, Ada caught a glimpse of the corpse slowly but surely beginning to rise up from the ground. Blood trickled down the hole in her face like foam from a stricken waterspout. A mass of desd flesh fell from her body as her face split open, separating in two halves.

"Are you kidding me? Why can't anything just learn to stay dead." Ada grimaced in vexation. Running towards the elevator shaft, she noticed that it was empty and the elevator was no where in sight. Opening the gates, the dark haired mercenary whipped out her hookshot. Pointing it towards the top of the elevator shaft, she pulled the trigger, watching as the hookline attached itself to the cable line. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I have business to attend to. We'll have to start this battle later." Ada smirked. Descending to the bottom of the elevator, she noticed the mutated being leaping onto the walls of the shaft, following behind her. Its arms began to twist and snap as it grew another pair out of the sides of it's body. A silver tongue the length of an anaconda thrashed back and forth, trying to capture Ada within it's grasp. Rotating the iron tipped arrow with an explosive arrow in her crossbow, she swung herself into the open doors of the lower catacombs level beneath them.

The feel of heat and slime wrapping around her ankle caused her to trip. It didn't take her very long to notice that the creature had wrapped it's gruesome tongue around her before making its way onto the doors behind her. Aiming her crossbow at it's hind side, Ada shot the explosive arrow into decaying flesh and listened to the high pitched beeps until it detonated. Black goo gushed out of the wound in heavy spurts. Although she knew it wasn't dead, it would at least save her some time to run before it was hot on her trail again. Where was assistance when she needed it?