'God DAMN him!'
The woman in the red dress was hiding in the shadows on top of a building, and had been for most of the evening. She had received a directive, through her employer, from a man named Albert Wesker, who had used her for a few missions in the past. He had asked her to meet him here at precisely 1:00 AM.
He was late...he was always late, but this was beginning to get ridiculous...
'Like that isn't bad enough!' she thought. 'Looks like it is going to rain as well!'
As if in answer to her thoughts, there was a loud peal of thunder and the bottom simply fell out of the sky, drenching her in icy cold rain. She ran for an overhang and stood beneath it, wringing out her hair.
"If it were anyone else, I would have told them to go fuck themselves," she muttered under her breath, relying on her anger to keep her warm. "But those eyes of his! Not natural!" She shuddered, though not from the cold.
Rubbing her arms to fight off the chill, she paced and thought about the phone call, which had come just as she was getting into bed. He had been even more vague than usual, saying only that he had something he needed to show her and that no, it could not wait until morning. She would do it immediately or he would be very angry with her.
Something in his voice told her that this was the worst possible thing that could ever befall her, so she sighed and slipped into her favorite red mini-dress. Five minutes and she was out the door, heading for the rendezvous point.
A sound below roused her from her thoughts, and she peeked over the edge of the building. The only movement was some animal or other digging through a garbage can in a nearby alley. Still no sign of Wesker.
'Well,' she thought. 'If he hasn't shown up by now, he's probably forgotten all about me. Might as well go home...'
But she didn't move...
She waited...
And waited...
"Ah fuck it! I'm at least gonna get out of these wet clothes for a minute!"
She began to strip, literally peeling the thin red fabric from her skin, the cool night air giving her goosebumps, the raindrops caressing her like the lips of a ghostly lover...
She sat down on the concrete below her little ledge, pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them to make a warm little pocket for herself.
"That's better..."
She watched the raindrops, and realized that her mood was a little more reflective than usual. She found herself thinking about Raccoon City, about her mission there... About Leon...
She smiled. Leon, her chance encounter with him, her unexplainable instant attraction to him...
