- Academic Excellence: Linda earned her doctorate in Biochemistry with a thesis on Accelerated Cellular Regeneration and Necrotic Inhibition. Her genius was "clean," but it was exactly what Umbrella was looking for.
- The Recruitment: Under the guise of a prestigious corporate fellowship, Linda was assigned to the NEST facility in Raccoon City under the direct supervision of Dr. William Birkin.
- The Organization’s Eye: Unbeknownst to Birkin, Linda was Ada’s internal lifeline. She wasn't a spy by trade, but she was an expert at "corporate gossip"—noting which shipments arrived at 3:00 AM, which test subjects disappeared, and how many vials of the G-Virus were actually in the vault.
Born in Hong Kong, Linda lived in the long shadow cast by her older sister, Ada Wong. While Ada was a ghost—a professional ghost who thrived in the world’s most dangerous corners—Linda stayed in the light of the laboratory.
Linda’s escape was a frantic scramble through the bowels of the city as her "research" literally began to tear itself out of its cages.
| Date | Time | Event | Status | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Sept 22 | 23:30 | The Leak. The U.S.S. attack on Birkin. Linda witnesses the initial G-Virus breach and grabs an encrypted data chip from a secondary server. | Fleeing | | Sept 24 | 04:00 | The Surface. Linda exits NEST via an emergency maintenance shaft that terminates near the R.P.D. north perimeter. | Exposed | | Sept 25 | 02:15 | The Siege. With the streets a warzone, Linda breaks into the R.P.D. underground garage and locks herself in a parked Police APC. |
The R.P.D. garage was a tomb of concrete and gasoline. A stray bullet or a panicked driver had severed a fuel line near the heavy V-150 Armored Personnel Carrier (APC). A river of burning high-octane fuel was snaking toward the vehicle's underside. Inside, Linda was screaming, her voice muffled by the thick steel plating. The internal temperature was rising rapidly; the hydraulic locks had seized due to the exterior heat, turning the vehicle into a 15-ton oven. Elza Speyer, still limping and her tactical gear heavy on her shoulders, heard the rhythmic thudding of hands against metal. She didn't hesitate. While Roy and John held the ramp against a group of "shamblers," Elza threw herself at the APC. Elza grabbed a heavy-duty fire extinguisher and a crowbar from her toolkit. With a mechanic's precision, she blasted the hydraulic hinges with cold CO2 to shock the metal, then jammed the crowbar into the pressure release valve. With a grunt of effort that strained her injured leg, Elza heaved. The seal broke with a violent hiss. The door swung open, and Linda tumbled out, gasping for air that wasn't filled with the scent of roasted insulation. She was clutching a small, silver data chip so tightly her knuckles were white.
Ten minutes later, the group gathered behind the heavy reinforced doors of the R.P.D. motor pool. Linda was sitting on a crate, shaking, her lab coat scorched at the hem. She watched the three of them—a cynical suit (John), a dying hero (Roy), and a brave girl who looked like she’d crawled through a car crusher (Elza).