You step forward, calm but firm, placing a hand on the edge of the door just beside Ada. She doesn't stop you—doesn't need to. You're a team now.
The door creaks open wider.
Outside stands a man in a gray tactical coat, early 50s, sharp eyes. Military, or ex-something. No visible weapon—but the kind of presence that is a weapon.
He glances between the two of you, then gives a small nod.
"Didn't expect to find you both still breathing."
You don't blink.
"You came a long way to say that."
He holds up a small drive.
"There's something coming. Bigger than before. Black market bio-weapons, global reach. And you two? You're the only ones who've danced with the devil and walked away."
Ada crosses her arms.
"We're done dancing. We gave enough."
But the man doesn't back down.
"This time… it's personal."
He looks at you.
"They know about this place."
Your fingers tighten slightly. Home was never guaranteed. But now—it's threatened.
Ada glances at you, her face unreadable… but her eyes searching yours.
"We walk away… or we fight again?"
"Im follow my wife. "
Ada's eyes flicker—surprise, a little exasperation… and something deeper. She huffs a quiet breath, shaking her head with that crooked smile you know too well.
"Wifa, huh?" she teases under her breath, but there's warmth there. Real warmth.
Then she turns to the man at the door.
"You heard him. Wherever I go, he goes."
She takes the drive from his hand, studies it for a second, then tucks it into her pocket like it's just another part of the job—like old times, but different now. Stronger.
She looks at you again. "Pack light. We leave in the morning."
You nod.
Because whatever's coming…
they're not just facing Ada Wong anymore.
They're facing both of you.
Together.