Disclaimer: Resident Evil is owned by Capcom. I do not own any of this.

I feel as though Leon and Ada's relationship has been misrepresented, so let's fix that shall we?

Chapter I

"Suspect One is approaching the drop off. Everybody, stand by. Agent Kennedy, SITREP."

Leon casually raised his left hand to his ear and activated his com-link, "Suspect Two, in sight. We're making our way through the market…approaching from the West. Suspect has the package. Two minutes till rendezvous. How copy?"

"Solid copy, Agent Kennedy."

Leon keyed his com-link again, "Hunnigan, how's the perimeter looking?"

"LAPD has units holding a four-corner perimeter extending East from Crenshaw Boulevard all the way to Van Ness and North from 164th to West Redondo Beach Boulevard. Additional S.W.A.T units and CDC teams are on standby. Air support is holding at a distance."

That's good news. "Threat assessment?"

"Intel suggests that the two suspects are alone. No known accomplices have been spotted in the immediate area. It's unknown whether or not the suspects are armed, but knowing what's in that briefcase I advise caution."

You always do. Leon maneuvered his way around a mother and baby stroller in his path. "Roger that. Detective Lee, all set on your end?"

"All set. My detectives are stationed in every direction around the deal location. Tac Team One is prepped and standing by to move on your signal, Agent Kennedy."

Leon had worked with local police departments before, but none of them have been as efficient as Detective Lee and his fellow LAPD detectives. Thanks to them a two week long operation was about to come to a close. Without losing sight of his mark, Leon turned to his right and took up position behind a hot dog stand. The two suspects shook hands and started talking. Suspect Two opened the briefcase slightly. Suspect One peered inside and acknowledged that what he was paying for was indeed there and set the case down on the table next to him. He then reached inside his jacket and pulled out a large envelope. Leon keyed his com-link, "All units, standby. We move on my signal." Suspect One looked inside the envelope, ensuring that his payment was correct, and handed it to Suspect Two. He took out a stack of bills and flipped through them. Satisfied with his payment he shook hands with Suspect One finalizing the deal. Gotcha. "All units, move in!" Simultaneously, Leon and the detectives drew their weapons and closed the distance while Tac Team One scrambled from their hiding spot in a nearby food truck.

Detective Lee screamed, "POLICE! DON'T MOVE!"

Another detective yelled, "LAPD! Hands where I can see em!"

Both suspects immediately whipped around with looks of horror on their faces. Suspect Two reacted quicker than his accomplice, he tucked away his envelope, jumped on top of the picnic table next to him, and vaulted on top of the concession stand. Suspect One stood frozen for a second, then attempted to pull a pistol from the small of his back. He was immediately tackled by one of Lee's detectives and a S.W.A.T team member, the gun falling from his grasp. Leon shifted his focus back to guy on the rooftop just in time to see him jump off and land on top of a S.W.A.T officer, knocking him to the ground. The suspect immediately jumped up and began fleeing into the market. Detective Lee was hot on his tail. Where do you think you're going? Without a second thought, Leon took off after him.

A few seconds later, Detective Lee's voice came over the radio, "Suspect fleeing through the market heading South-Southwest towards the West gate!"

Leon keyed his mic and responded, "Stay on him! I'm gonna try to cut him off!" He made a beeline straight for the gate, dodging and weaving through all the panicking civilians in his way. Leon glanced to his right and could see the suspect running parallel to him with Detective Lee about twenty yards behind him. Leon turned his head back just in time to see the mother and baby stroller from earlier blocking his path. Shit! He quickly veered to the right and vaulted over a fruit stand. He glanced to his right again. The suspect bumped into a bystander, knocking him off balance. It was enough to slow him down, but not by much. Leon used this opportunity to try to get ahead of him. He could see the gate about fifty yards in front of him. The rows of vendors came to a stop about twenty yards short of the gate with a flag pole displaying the US flag ten yards before the gate. Leon sprinted straight for the flag pole. He glanced to his right one more time. He was just a few yards ahead of the suspect now. This is gonna be close! When he reached the flagpole, Leon grabbed it with his right hand and used his momentum to swing himself directly into the suspect's path. He made a fist and outstretched his left arm just in time to clothesline the suspect, who almost did a perfect back flip before smacking against the pavement. The suspect immediately started coughing and clutching his throat. Leon forcibly flipped him over and wrestled his arms behind his back.

Leon had just put the cuffs on when Detective Lee ran up. He put his hands on his hips and tried to regain control of his breathing. After a few gulps of air, he said, "Damn, Kennedy. Did you really have to take him down that hard?"

Leon hauled the suspect to his feet and smiled. "No…but a guy's gotta have some fun."

. . .

New York City is known to have some of the craziest nightlife in the world, but the scene outside Club Euphoria was just unimaginable. There were at least twelve bouncers at the door, two of whom were currently subduing a line-jumper, three girls in handcuffs being put into the back of squad car, and a line wrapping almost completely around the block. Quite the party. Despite being one of the most popular clubs in the city, the building Club Euphoria was situated in was pretty old looking. She bypassed the line, receiving angry responses from the impatient party-goers, and walked straight up to the bouncer with the clipboard, a huge black guy in a pinstripe suit with a gold earring in his right ear.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the end of the line is that way," he said, using his clipboard to point towards the end of the block.

She just smiled and seductively reached inside her bra. She pulled out a golden key card and handed it to the man.

He eyed her suspiciously before setting his clipboard down and pulling a card reader out of his back pocket. He swiped the card and, after a few seconds, the screen flashed green.

"Right this way, miss." One of his men unhooked the velvet rope and he led her inside. The inside of Club Euphoria was vastly different from the exterior. It was like walking into a palace. An ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling, huge marble pillars lined the walls creating a foundation for the overhead balcony, the bar ran along the entire back wall, above the bar were various colored light racks creating one hell of a light show, and on a marble balcony about ten feet above the bar sat the DJ, who was currently playing the latest dub step track. Impressive. The bouncer led her through the crowded dance floor to a staircase with two guards at the top. He showed them her key card and they were waved through. As she passed, she noticed the pistols tucked into their waistbands. She looked over the railing and realized they were on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. The bouncer led her to a large booth that took up the entire back corner of the balcony. There was man in a grey suit sitting at the table sipping a glass of whiskey.

As they approached, the man looked up and smiled. He waved his hand and said, "That'll be all Jerome."

The bouncer immediately responded, "Yes, boss." He turned on his heel and disappeared.

The boss stood up and eyed her up and down. "Challenge: Nighthawk."

She responded, "Passcode: Raven."

He smiled and said, "Your reputation precedes you. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Wong."

Ada smirked, "And who might you be?"

"I'm McIntyre." He motioned for her to take a seat and she accepted.

Ada immediately began sizing him up. White male, mid-fifties, six feet tall, dusty brown hair, clean shaven, and a bulge on his left hip, probably a firearm. Amateur. It's less noticeable in the small of your back. "My contact was a Mr. Styles…why aren't I dealing with him?"

"It's because of Mr. Styles that we find ourselves in this precarious situation." He took a seat across from her. "We have much to discuss, but first, can I get you anything to drink?"

"I'm fine, thanks." Ada leaned back and crossed her legs. "I'd like to know what I'm doing here."

"The plan has changed due to some…minor complications."

Ada shook her head. And you want me to clean up your mess. "If you want my help…I'll need details."

McIntyre took a sip of his drink. "Ms. Wong, we hired you to be a courier. We wanted you to transport a package, to me, here in New York."

"Why do you need me? UPS is cheaper."

McIntyre smiled and said, "The contents of said package aren't exactly legal. Therefore, we needed someone with your expertise to transport it. I put Mr. Styles in charge of procuring the package and handing it off to you."

Ada scoffed. I already knew that. "So why am I here, in New York, instead of meeting with Styles?"

McIntyre didn't even flinch. "That's where the problem lies, Ms. Wong. The original plan never involved me meeting you. You were to deal exclusively with Mr. Styles, but an unforeseen problem has arisen. We went through every precaution to ensure that every aspect of the deal was kept secret, but…somehow the deal was compromised and the package was intercepted this morning by the U.S. Government."

Ada smirked. Typical. "You could've told me this over the phone."

McIntyre nodded in agreement and said, "You're right. I could have, but I prefer to meet the people I hire in person. Call me old fashioned, but I like to put a face to the name. Also, my organization still doesn't know how the deal was compromised. We are in the process of switching out all of our communications equipment."

Ada nodded in understanding. At least he's not stupid. "I assume that since the plan has changed, my role in it has as well?

McIntyre let a smile spread across his face. "You're quite correct, Ms. Wong. I'd like you to recover the package and bring it to me. In addition to recovering and couriering the package, we'd also like you to deal with the government agent who, very rudely, disrupted our deal."

Ada brushed her hair over her ear. "Say I was crazy enough to go up against the United States Government, what's in it for me?"

McIntyre placed his arms on the table and leaned forward. "Two million. Half up front, the other half upon successful delivery of the package."

Ada thought about it for minute. "Hmm…what would you have me do with the agent?"

"We want him out of the picture. Can't have him…interfering with future business deals."

Ada mulled it over in her head. I don't like this. The job was risky and killing any government agent brought a lot of unwanted attention. "Who is he?"

McIntyre looked confused for a split second before regaining his composure. "Why does that matter?"

"I'd like to know who I'm up against."

McIntyre smirked and remained quiet for a few seconds. Obviously debating whether or not to give her the information. He reached down and pulled a briefcase out from under the table. He opened it and pulled out a file, which he slid across the table.

Ada opened the file and gasped. She couldn't believe her eyes.

"His name is Leon Scott Kennedy. He's a Special Agent with the U.S. Secret Service. He's part of a special division that takes orders directly from the President. He's highly trained and extremely intelligent. He has a very impressive resume…and I don't impress easy. You'll have your work cut out for you, Ms. Wong."

"No…I won't," Ada said, closing the file. Leon, what have you gotten yourself into now?

McIntyre laughed. "I admire your confidence, Ms. Wong. Clearly, you're eager to get started. My plane is ready to take you to…"

"You're mistaken," Ada interrupted, "I'm not taking the job." She slid the file back across the table and stood up. "You'll have to find someone else to clean up your mess. I'll see myself out." She started walking towards the stairs, but the two security guards who were standing there suddenly blocked her path. She turned around and saw McIntyre and two more guards standing behind her.

McIntyre took a step forward and said, "I believe YOU are mistaken, Ms. Wong. Your participation in this operation isn't optional."

Ada tensed. Just my luck.

. . .

"Special Agent Kennedy!"

Without breaking stride, Leon turned to see who was calling for him. "Detective Lee, what can I do for you?"

Detective Lee caught up to him and asked, "I was just wondering why we didn't Mirandize the two guys from this morning…what's going on?"

Leon stopped walking and looked Detective Lee in his eyes. "I couldn't tell you earlier due to security concerns. We didn't Mirandize them because we're charging them with International Bio-terrorism."

Lee shifted his weight. "What was in that case?"

Leon cleared his throat. "G-virus samples."

Detective Lee had a look of horror on his face. He scratched his head before asking, "Do we have any idea who these guys are or where they got that stuff from?"

Leon gave the file he was holding to Detective Lee. "We identified the second suspect. His name is Greg Hoppman. He's a former employee of Umbrella. He was one of their many virologists. He went missing shortly before the Raccoon City Incident and we've been looking for him ever since. He popped back up on the radar two weeks ago here in LA, hence my visit…"

Detective Lee began thumbing through the file and said, "…and our investigation. Well that explains where the G-virus came from. What about the other guy?"

Leon shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing. He had no I.D, no fingerprint matches, and no hits on facial recognition. He's a ghost. Hasn't even said one word since we brought him in."

Detective Lee frowned. "That's not good."

"You don't have to tell me," Leon agreed.

Lee closed the file and looked up at Leon, "So what's going to happen to them?"

"The Marshals are on their way to transport them. They're being delivered to BSAA North American Headquarters in D.C. They have first dibs. I've been ordered to escort the virus samples to the U.S. Army labs at Fort Detrick, Maryland so they can be properly destroyed."

Lee asked, "When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow morning, 0700 hours."

Lee handed Leon his file back. "Well, I can't say we're going to miss you around here. Ever since you got here, you've been the only thing the girls in this station can talk about and, frankly, I'm tired of hearing about how sexy your ass is."

Leon smiled and said, "Nice working with you too."

Before leaving, Lee patted him on the shoulder and said, "Take care, Agent Kennedy."

Leon watched him walk away. About that time, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and didn't recognize the number. New York area code…who do I know in New York? He answered it, "Kennedy."

A female voice asked, "Is this Leon?"

"Depends…who's asking?"

"Detective Laura Tanner, NYPD."

Leon stepped into the conference room and asked, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Detective?"

She yawned, a sign of someone who had worked half the night, and asked, "Do you know an Angela Wagner?"

Leon thought about it for a second before answering, "Name doesn't ring a bell. How'd you get my number?"

"She had it in her pocket."

Leon looked puzzled. Why would she have my number? More importantly, where did she get it? "Detective, what was she arrested for?"

"She wasn't. She's at Bellevue currently going through emergency surgery."

"What for?"

Tanner hesitated for a second. "Punctured lung…one of her ribs poked a good-sized hole in it."

Leon winced at the thought of just how much that hurt. "Any idea who assaulted her?"

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the line. "I never said anybody assaulted her. What would make you think that? She could've been in a car accident for all you know."

"Emergency Surgery means one of two things…an accident or foul play. If she was in a car accident, an NYPD Detective wouldn't be involved unless they suspected foul play and they for damn sure wouldn't be calling random numbers written on piece of paper in their victim's pocket unless they couldn't find next of kin. Not being able to find next of kin combined with everything else you've told me can only mean one thing…you can't I.D. her. You were hoping I could tell you who she was."

Tanner paused again before responding. "You a cop?"

"Once upon a time. Now, do you know who assaulted her?"

She sighed. "No, I don't. As a matter of fact, there's very little that I do know."

Leon pulled a chair out and took a seat. "Fill me in."

Tanner took a deep breath. "Had a bunch of 9-1-1 calls come in a few hours ago. Some kind of fight in progress at Club Euphoria. We already had a patrol car out front dealing with some underage drinkers, so the officers dropped what they were doing and went inside. They had just entered the club when they heard shots ring out on the overhead balcony. They called in a 10-13 and started to make their way upstairs when our girl came flying off of the balcony. She broke a table when she landed. The officers carried her outside and set up a perimeter to wait for backup. When ESU arrived, they swept through the entire building and found no trace of any armed suspects."

"They must've slipped out the back before your guys could lock down the building." Leon didn't mean to say that. He was just thinking out loud.

Tanner didn't flinch, "Exactly what I was thinking. We found evidence of the fight up on the balcony. We got blood, hair, fibers, broken glass, and shell casings. Forensics is working it now. They should be able to tell us something here soon, but that's not the weird part."

Now Leon was curious, "What's the weird part?"

Tanner took in another breath before beginning, "Our victim…she's a mystery to me. Witnesses said she was fighting with club security, her I.D. was fake, no fingerprint or DNA matches, she had a gun in the small of her back with untraceable serial numbers, and she only had two things in her pocket. The first thing was a cell phone with encryption patterns that our techs couldn't crack and the second thing is a picture of…what I'm guessing is you with your name and phone number on the back."

Leon was baffled. Sounds like my suspect out here, but who the hell would have my picture in their pocket? "Is the guy in the picture really handsome, have long blonde hair, and wearing a leather jacket?"

"Yep."

"Then it's me."

"Well…he's not THAT handsome," Tanner teased.

Leon let out a small laugh. "You're probably right." Then a thought popped into his head. "Detective you said there were shots fired, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Was anybody hit?"

"Our victim was, twice. Once in the arm and once the abdomen. Both are through and through, but she lost a lot of blood. The paramedics pumped her full of saline on the ride over and the doctors said she was critical, but not likely. I didn't tell you earlier because I wanted to see what you knew first."

Leon rubbed his chin. "I get it…did it myself a few times. What else can you tell me about the victim?"

Tanner sighed, "Besides the broken ribs, punctured lung, and the bullet holes…she's got defensive wounds all over her body, a couple cuts from broken glass, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion as a result from her fall. She also has a lot of old wounds. Doc says that he thinks she was either abused or lived a rough life."

Leon shook his head. That's horrible. "What does she look like?"

"I didn't really get a good look at her, but she was thin, athletic, light skin, 5'8, about 120 pounds, with short black hair. Sound familiar?"

Leon's heart skipped a beat. What?! It can't be! He found himself at a loss for words.

"Hello?"

What if it is her?

"Leon?" Tanner's voice rang in his head.

Wait a second, Angela Wagner…AW, as in Ada Wong?

Detective Tanner started to sound agitated, "You still there?"

"I'm on my way." Leon hung up and speed dialed number one.

She answered on the second ring, "Leon?"

"Hunnigan, change of plans…"

. . .