#elusiveagents

@elusiveagents sent: I don't think I could quit you if I tried. (sorry, he's flirtatious akjshaks)

An familiar, yet unexpected, voice broke through her concentration. Her gaze immediately flickers away from the glow of the monitor, ready to address the threat, before landing squarely on Bond. Still a threat, but an amusing one, at least.

Dark brown eyes rolled at the flirtatious remark, finding it simply corny, as small smirk tugs at the corner of her lip. "Then don't." It was simple solution. However, they both know nothing is quite simple between them.

It seemed they were always running into one another. Encounter after encounter, like a relentless game of cat and mouse as their organization repeatedly assigned them the same objective. Unfortunately, there could only ever be one winner.

Ada has to admit that James is quite talented for a rookie, using every available tool to him to get the job done. He may have outwitted her on a few occasions, but she still had the upper hand on whatever scorecard there is between them.

"These missions would be quite boring without you," She states, flickering her attention back to the computer. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, entering a command prompt then inserting a USB drive to the driver. "What's the objective today, James?"

@elusiveagents sent: order whatever you want, it's my treat.

It was the event of the season in London where the city's elite, from, celebrities to politicians, gathered within the Natural History Museum for the name of charity. For the steep price of admission, guests were free to wander the museum after hours with food and drinks in hand.

However, the true activities of tonight's event await in the main hall. Lavish casino tables were scattered throughout the grand hall, offering various card games, craps, and roulette. It was the place to be; whether to be seen, network, or gather intel from loose lips.

Ada settles at the bar after completing a preliminary walk-through of the museum, making mental notes of tonight's target, when a smooth (though rough around the edge) voice interrupts her thought.

"It must be my lucky day," she says, turning towards the voice with a gracious smile. A tall, brunette young man with a rather noticeable scar upon his face. It wasn't terrible, but in fact, added to his handsomeness.

With a slight nod of thanks, she takes a moment to review the display of liquors before ordering. "Dry martin with Botanist gin. Shaken." It's part of the mission to blend in, and who knows, this young man may be useful.

"What will you be having, Mister...?"

"Mission control, the subject has been obtained. It's enroute to final destination with Team Delta. I will not be joining them. I'll make contact once I am available."

The call disconnected without further acknowledgement. Any of the usual calm and collectiveness that infamous Ada Wong was known had disappeared. Her face distorts in pain, jaw clenching tightly as a jolt of searing pain scorches through her.

The adrenaline of the initial escape had finally faded, leaving to face the consequences of her actions. Her body had doubled over, slumping against the closest wall as her arm instantly wraps around her middle, pressing her hand down hard upon the open wound.

"Shit," This was not good, and what was worst, she could hear the sound of foot steps drawing near. Unsure if it were an ally or foe, her hand instantly reaches for her gun and points it at the intruder. "Identify yourself"

❝ Oh . . . ❞ Gwen's embarrassed enough about the situation, cheeks almost as bright as her hair that she quickly covers with the palms of her hands and seeing the bite marks she left on him made it worse. ❝ I'm sorry, I uhm . . . I guess I got carried away. You weren't complaining about it then, though sooooooo. ❞

❝ See lil ol me ? Again ? ❞ chin in both her hands she stares at him, grin on her face and vibrant eyes glowing with mischievousness. The inevitable always happens around Gwendolyn : someone ( or something ) will try and kill you. Usually in very horrific ways. ❝ You must have a death wish. ❞

@elusiveagents sent: ✍💡🔥for Ada

✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse?

Just being a spy. Ada's thought process about a mission and determining what or who to use for her advantage. She's not a good person, but she will occasionally do good things.

💡 What inspires you to write the muse?

Just love badass women. lol Ada reminds me of Selina Kyle aka Catwoman from the DC Universe. They are both anti-heros in their own way. However, compared to Selina, Ada does more terrible things and is slowly turn a better leaf.

🔥 Unpopular Opinion about your muse?

Ada Wong is rather one note compared to the rest of the Resident Evil cast. It feels like she is only there to move the plot along. There isn't a lot of information surrounding around her nor character development in the series, which doesn't help this feeling. I would love to see more about her, but until then, headcanons away!