Izzy: Well… here it is, my first (posted) Resident Evil fic. I'm debating whether or not to post my actual first one…
Summary: Leon is sent off to Slovakia on a missing person's case. Horrors greater than those of Raccoon city's viral outbreak and the Las Plagas contaminate await him. I actually got some of this idea from Hostel. Hostel and Resident Evil 4 just seemed to go together, in my opinion.
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil 4, any of its characters, or Slovakia, I just own the idea.
Double take
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Chapter one
It had been two years since his return from Spain. He sighed, thankful he was able to end the nightmare that might have found its way to the United States. The Los Plagas infestation. He couldn't help but wonder if the parasites were still skulking around that rural area of Spain. As long as they did not find their way over here, it did not affect him, or at least that was how he felt.
Leon touched his left cheek thoughtfully and grazed his fingers over the small scar that Jack Krauser had left him with. It was a constant reminder of the events that had happened.
He had taken up a job with the CIA, since they paid fairly well and he seemed to be good as an undercover cop, or whatever you would call a CIA employee. He hadn't heard anything from Ashley since in a few months. He was pretty sure he had offended her when she offered him "over-time" again and he declined, just like last time. Leon just couldn't get into Ashley; she was too clingy and wanted to be around him all the time. Leon was a man of space, and he well enjoyed solitude. Besides, he had had his eye on Hunnigan for quite some time, even though he saw her even less than Ashley.
Leon sometimes wondered if he were slipping away from reality. Not in the sense he would detach himself purposefully, but he had little contact with anyone and had built up a shell that he always retreated into. To everyone on the outside of that shell, he seemed cool and confident, focused one hundred percent on his duties, when the truth was even though he was calm, cool, and collected, he really just didn't want anything to do with anyone. He could care less how your mother is doing after her surgery or how you got lucky two times last night, how your kid broke the track record. If it did not concern him directly, he really could care less.
But besides his personality alteration, he was still basically the same Leon Scott Kennedy. He had maintained the same hair cut and physical structure, though he had gained just a little bit of weight because of his inactivity in his new job. It was not like the police force, because he was actually one of the officers who would do their job. That job made him care, this one, however, did not.
"Morning Kennedy." A man in his early thirties nodded at Leon as he came sundering in through the big, automated doors. Leon nodded slightly.
"Morning, Parsons."
"Nice day, eh?" Parsons chuckled.
"Yeah. You're being sarcastic to the wrong person, I like the gloom."
"Every now and then it's alright, but you have to have sunshine. You're just a gloomy person, you know that, Leon?" Parsons grinned. The corners of Leon's lips twitched slightly.
"Eh. Gram, I'm perfectly aware of that. And you know you are an overly-radiant person?"
Gram Parsons and Leon Kennedy; how they started off their day, with a bit of witty banter. Leon learned he had to deal with Gram if he ever wanted to get anything done. Leon had been assigned to work with him on "international affairs". When you are forced to like someone, a friendship is bound to form, or at least a close acquaintanceship.
"You know it. Someone has to be in this Godforsaken place. If it wasn't for me, then this department would have its own little doom cloud hangin' over its roof. Then you'd have some competition, Leon."
"Might do me some good." Leon cracked his neck then put his leather jacket on a coat rack. How he missed being able to carry a gun to work; the weight of it and the surge of safety and power it enabled you. But, in this department, in this building, they were not allowed to have firearms. The wielding of firearms would send you to immediate discharge and it would ruin your credibility everywhere. Once you get fired from a place like the CIA your name was "mud".
"Well, what've we got today?" Leon asked as he made his way over to a large table with various papers scattered on it, along with a few cups of coffee and various other things. There were even some Cheetos crumbs scattered on some important looking documents, not to mention the orange powder made a fine coating in patches over the glossy black surface of the table.
"Eh, the usual. Disruptions over-seas, all that bullshit." Gram snorted and combed through the papers.
It was at that moment that the head of the department came waltzing down the hall; his face was fixed in a permanent scowl and he closely resembled Wesker with his looks and the way he held himself when he walked. Even his voice had a ring of pride, just as Wesker's did.
"Good morning, gentlemen. I see you've already taken to your new area…" He eyed the crumbs and the disorder of the table. Wesker-incarnate turned his eyes to Leon and a smirk played on his lips.
"Honestly, I expected better house keeping skills from the president's referral."
"And I expected better competency from the president's right-hand man." Leon mused at the thought of Wesker-incarnate prancing about in a red robe and carrying a long pike. Actually, it suited him in a morbid way.
"Touché…." The man mumbled.
"Did you come down here just to be a pain in our asses, or do you actually have something important to address?" Gram growled. Wesker-incarnate smirked.
"The latter. Actually, Mr. Kennedy here has been assigned to a very important and very sensitive case. Leon, if you will…?" The man gestured to his office.
"Heh, Finally, something to do." Leon smirked and went into the empty office. Gram glowered. It was always Leon being asked to the important cases, and only because he had retrieved the president's daughter. He would love to get the change to show his skills, but of course, he never got the chance.
"Sit down, Leon. Would you like something to drink?" The man asked and poured himself a Jack Daniels. Firearms were prohibited, yet alcohol was okay to have on the premises. The United States laws made no sense sometimes.
"No, thanks. I would just prefer to hear the details of the case so I can get the hell out of here." Leon said simply. He preferred to keep these things as informal as possible.
"The reason we chose you for this is because it is in your field of experience. It has come to our attention that there is something foul brewing over-seas. No, not Spain again, Leon." The man said to alleviate any worry Kennedy might have.
"No, this time it deals with Slovakia. The last sighting was in Bratislava."
"What was sighted?" Leon said, annoyed that his supervisor was being so vague.
"Ah. I believe you are familiar with a Ms. Ada Wong? She was sent there to gather information on a gathering band of terrorists and ended up getting herself… captured. We sent some of our men over there to retrieve her…"
"…and?"
"We received their uniforms in the mail yesterday, each soaked in blood. You do the math."
"So what, my assignment is to play hero and rescue Ada?" Leon chuckled.
"And that Ashley… every country wants a piece of her, it seems."
"Ashley…?" Leon screwed up his face.
"Ashley and Ada are your two objectives. You need to bring them home safely. After this I am considering suggesting to the president that Ashley be put under lock and key so that this kidnapping nonsense can stop."
"But… why would they want Ashley?"
"Maybe your little Spanish friends had other friends whom you missed? I'm not certain; the motives are not clear. But I know we need to get them back here before the president has an aneurism and before I lose my job!"
"Fine. Just tell me when I--"
"You leave first thing tomorrow. We will supply you with your arsenal; it will be set up the same was it was when you had your first search and rescue mission. Only, this time we will prevent the line from being jacked and we will provide you with some money, the Slovak koruna. Sadly, there is no time for you to brush up on your Slovak."
"Just like last time. You always spring these missions on me at the last minute." Leon scoffed.
"It is just bad timing. Though you would think someone in your position would know more than just English."
"You would, wouldn't you?" Leon muttered.
"Are we done here?"
"Yes. Report here first thing tomorrow. You will be flown to Amsterdam, then take a bullet train to Bratislava. Take note, you will not be assigned escorts."
"I wasn't last time." Leon said bitterly at the thought of the two Spanish police officers who drove off and left him there. He remembered one particularly smart-ass comment one of them made: What, forget your makeup? Humph.
Leon gritted his teeth.
"Why Amsterdam?"
"To make you seem less conspicuous. Now… you will be provided a standard pistol and ammunition, a two way radio, currency, and a translation guide."
Leon grimaced,
"Why don't you just give me a fanny pack and a big red sign that says "tourist"?"
"Ha ha. No, the guide is to help you around the country. Slovakia isn't like Spain. And you may have to interact with someone. I doubt you'll be as lucky to find someone who speaks fluent English as last time."
"Whatever." Leon stared off.
"Good then. You are dismissed. Be in my office at 4.30AM sharp."
Leon nodded, rose from his chair, and left the office.
He found it difficult to focus on anything other then why they would kidnap Ashley. Whatever it was, he didn't have a good feeling about it. About any of the situation.
"What'd jack-off want?" Gram said sullenly.
"To discuss a matter with me." Leon retorted.
"You goin' by yourself?"
"They chose the most competent person for the job. And seeing as I'm the only one qualified…"
Gram scowled and turned back to his stack of papers. He was competent, he could do what Leon could do, but probably better. A slight growl rose from Gram's throat. Leon ignored it. He had more important things to worry about, like sorting out this ring's motives.
Izzy: Please R+R. It makes chapters come faster. )