"Sir, everything is ready to go," a man reported to his leader. He was standing right in front of the door knowing he would soon be ordered to leave or killed. He came with news that wouldn't go over very well. It wasn't like things had gone according to plan to begin with.

After a certain agent had become involved on their little operation, things had gone down hill very quickly. Everything had been running smoothly until he had come into town and ruined everything. The men's ability to put one man down had irritated the minds of all of those in charge.

"Good. Was he able to be put down?" The man shook his head.

"No, sir."

"Did he get the ultimatum?"

"I believe he did, sir. However, he seems to have ignored it." The man sitting at the desk made a tisking noise as he stood up and gathered a few things. He patted the man on the shoulder.

"Do tell Mr. Leon S. Kennedy that I regret his decision to continue this. I hope others can be as forgiving as I am." The man nodded his head as he watched his leader walk over to the plane that had been readied for him. Turning back to the hut, he poured gasoline all round and then lit a match and threw it to the ground as he walked away.

"Thousands of innocent people are going to die because he wouldn't abort his mission. What a shame, and his own family too."

A few hours prior…

Leon leaned his back against the wall of an abandoned building. It had been quiet, much too quiet for his liking. As his phone went off, he lifted it from its holdings as clicked a single button.

The image of Ingrid Hunnigan flickered onto the screen. She arched an eyebrow as his slightly disheveled appearance.

"Don't ask." Was the muttered reply that came from the man.

"Wasn't going to," she responded back to him. "Now, if I may. It appears that the group is assembling on the west bank of the river. There doesn't seem to be very many, but with this group you can never be sure. I'll keep you updated." Leon didn't respond as he placed the phone back where he retrieved it from.

Checking over all of his equipment, he exited the building as silently as he had sneaked into it and headed through the dense foliage of the surrounding area back towards the river. Staying on the east bank was his best bet, if he could get close enough to find out what they were planning without giving himself away.

The trees finally gave way to the small clearing that surrounded the river. Just like Hunnigan had said there were a bunch of the members of this particular group on the other side of the river. He could just make out the words being spoken. He moved closer to get a better vantage point as he planned his next move.

"I'm not going to be the one to do it. You're insane." One of the men muttered to another who held a piece of paper in his hand.

"Its orders from the top. Either do it or you'll get to be the one if to go onto the second phase of this plan if he doesn't agree to our terms." This caused the man to pause. Finally, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"All right. Give me the letter, but if I end up dead…"

"You would have been had you not the paper." The other muttered as he handed the letter over.

The other men, who had been standing around, left with the other one which left only one person standing on the west bank. He didn't understand why the boss was making him stand here. It wasn't like the stranger knew where to find them. Did he?

The question was answered as a click sounded out around him and the feel of a barrel registered at the back of his head. He cursed under his breath as he held up his hands in surrender.

Leon took the piece of paper from the man with more force than necessary. Removing the gun from the other man's head, he opened up the letter:

Dear Mr. Kennedy;

I do hope you understand the level to which you are being played. There are more things occurring than you understand. Which leaves me very few options. One is where you die. As it seems the men here are too pathetic to do that one simple task, I move onto other options. If you do not abort your mission than I will release the virus I have in my custody onto a major population and you will have another Raccoon City. If this is what you want then please feel free to continue as you have been doing. Otherwise, pack up and leave. Forget you ever took the mission.

Good day.

As brief as the letter had been, it gave Leon insight into the leader of the group. He's not uneducated like the rest of these backwater buffoons. Which means this could be a lot more serious than I first believed. Glancing up, he noticed that the man had all but disappeared. Picking up his phone, he called into Hunnigan.

"Need me already?" She answered the call, a small smile on her face.

"I need information on the leader."

Used to Leon's blunt manner, she ran a few things before looking back into the screen. "I can't really tell you much except that he used to be a part of a major organization, which one I can't figure out yet. I'll keep working on it. What I can tell is that from this organization he's made a lot of friends. He's got connections everywhere. I would avoid making him upset as much as possible. What's going on?"

"He threatened if I didn't abort the mission he would release the virus into a populated area."

"High chances he would. Leon do what you think is best, but I'm voting to back off on this one. If you need me I'm still here. I'll see if I can dig anything else on him up."

"Thanks." The man reported after the phone chat had been disconnected. Reading over the letter again, he sighed. Either continue the mission and risk the threat being real or abort it and get in hot water. If he didn't take the man down even worse things could happen. But another Raccoon City? He wasn't sure he could handle the thought of it being his fault. Hunnigan believed he would actually do it, Leon wasn't so sure.

Tossing the piece of paper into the river, Leon turned and headed back for the village. He couldn't stop this mission. Taking out the leader was one of the most important things. All he could hope was that the man was a bluffer and wouldn't actually carry on with his threat.

In Williamsburg…

Light brown hair reflected some of the light it caught back at the window pane. The slender figure of a girl leaned over the desk, one arm bent under her head as she read over a text book. There was a pencil in the other hand taking notes randomly. Sighing lightly, the girl looked up from her book and glanced out the window.

The sun shone brightly in the sky, but she could see a cloud approaching. She shook her head. "I need to get shopping before that storm comes in." The storms always came in towards the later afternoon. Scooting the chair back, Casey stood up, closed the book and then glanced around the room.

Tapping her pockets, she made sure her phone, wallet and keys were all there before heading out of the door. Being on the third floor of an apartment building that had no elevators, meant she got a great work out. She also walked everywhere she went, so the stairs were just another mountain to climb every day.

Heading down the street, the young woman went towards the local market where she did all of her quick shopping trips. Being a college student, especially a senior meant money was tight. So food usually wasn't very much and it was gone first when things had to get sacrificed.

"Hello, Casey nice to see you again. Glad you decided to eat today."

Casey smiled warmly at the male. She had been his first customer when he'd been hired and they remained friendly with each other ever since.

"Well, the fridge was a little barer than normal." She replied with a smile as she headed through the store to get her normal items. Grabbing the little amount of items she normally bought, the young woman headed towards the front of the store. Laying her things on the conveyer belt she walked over to Adam.

"So how have you been doing?" She asked him as he started to ring her things up. He really didn't have to; he knew her order by heart. As the two of them started talking the tv caught Casey's eye.

On the screen was a man standing in front of the federal buildings holding something up in his hand. The police force was surrounding him with guns drawn.

"Hey, Adam, turn that up." The male complied and the two of them listened to the reporter.

"Moments ago an unidentified man started yelling that he was going to infect the entire city starting with himself if his demands weren't met. Little has been done on negotiating with the terrorist. The big scare of bio terrorism has many people in the mind frame to shoot first and ask questions later…" The speaker kept going on and on.

"Damn. I knew I shouldn't have taken that year off. I'll never get my degree now." Casey muttered to herself as she grabbed her bag from Adam.

A/N: All right, here we go. It's been a long while since I've done a fanfic, but a RE one has been itching for a while. I guess it finally took being bored enough to get it started. Let me know what you think, and forgive me for all of my mistakes especially where Leon is concerned. Thanks. Hope you enjoyed.