To those that know me, yes, this isn't a Harry Potter FF:O I've decided to foray into Resident Evil since I can't really stop playing RE4, no matter what I do! Hopefully I can write something that's not crappy to the game.

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, Biohazard, Capcom, Las Plagas or Leon's wicked hairdo.

Pueblo - The second agent

Chapter 1

A young man strode down a well furnished corridor with purpose. He was of average height, slightly more than average build, with exotic looks, his parentage pointing towards caucasian-asian at the least. A heart shaped face with pale - but healthy - white skin was adorned with many features that modern society would call 'attractive'. Full lips, a cute button nose (although if you told him it was cute, he'd most likely sever a limb from your body) matched cleanly with larger than normal eyes that were almond shaped, round and framed with thick, long black lashes. Perhaps the most exotic thing about his eyes were that they were a very pale gray, seemingly fading into the whites of his eyes easily. Hell, for a male, even his eyebrows were manicured, sweeping upwards in a thin and elegant arch.

Yes, without a doubt, this man was what modern society would call 'attractive'. Not that he wasn't modest or anything, but Daisuke Tendo - known to his few friends as "Dai" - was anything but immodest. He was actually quite humble about his looks, really, and accepted it with the rest of his life. Daisuke was currently striding down the corridors of the illustrious White House, being escorted towards the big cheese himself, the president, known to him only as "Mr. Graham", "Mr. President" or "Sir".

His two pals - not really - were White House security, his escorts on the way through the damn place. They had politely - again, not really - asked him to relinquish all his weapons for security purposes before entering the restricted areas. Daisuke had reluctantly given up his precious Glock 23, a pistol that he had bought and modified extensively himself. He was also forced to give up his 16 mags that were littered about his lithe frame and surprisingly, a wakizashi, also known as a short katana. The WH security guys gave him a strange look when he unsheathed it from his back from the custom spring-loaded holster. The holster was located on his back, and the sword had several notches forged into the blade near the handguard that locked into a swivelling catch behind his right shoulder. Once locked into place, all Dai had to do was push backwards on the hilt until the entire assembly locked into place on his back. A wireless transmitter was linked to his right glove, which held two pressure points - one on the index finger just before the knuckle, and the other on his palm - where, once both depressed, the catch would be released and the sword would be ready to draw quickly. He had gotten even more strange looks when that had happened.

"What?" he had asked incredulously. "If my gun gets knocked out of my hands, I'm not trusting my life to some puny knife!"

After the rather embarrassing strip-down, he was finally led to La Grande's office. Inside was a middle-aged man, pacing around his desk. President Graham was a strong looking man with dark blone hair and warm blue eyes. At the moment, those eyes had looked like they had been frozen with liquid nitrogen. Great, the head honcho was pissed.

"Agent Tendo reporting for duty sir!" Dai said, taking an 'at ease' stance, his hands behind his back.

"Spare me the pleasantries kid," the president snapped. Dai was only slightly offended. The 20 year old had endured enough disbelief when he had gotten promoted right out of training. He was almost as legendary as that one police officer from the Racoon City outbreak several years ago. What was her name, ah, he couldn't remember. She was ridiculously cute as a button though, and definitely had some Asian blood in her (RE-0 had Rebecca Chambers modelled simillar to Ayumi Hamasaki, who promoted the game in Japan).

"Sorry sir."

Graham marched over to his desk and motioned for Dai to sit down. He did so, and the president slid a manilla folder towards him. "Read it kid."

Daisuke looked through the files in the folder. He understood that someone of importance had been captured, blah blah blah, sighted somewhere in Spain, yadda yadda, some other junk and then a picture.

"Sir, isn't this your -"

The president slammed his fist into the desk. Daisuke winced, that sounded like it hurt, but the president paid little mind to his red hand.

"Yes dammit, that's my daughter," he sighed, collapsing into his big comfy velvet chair. "She was kidnapped over two hours ago on her way to/from college."

"Is there a rescue team on the case sir?"

"No, we've got enough resources spread thin looking for her," Graham replied. "However, we've just recieved word that a girl strongly resembling my Ashley was sighted in some backwater village in Spain. I've already sent an agent over there, one of our best, Leon S. Kennedy."

Daisuke couldn't help but blurt out, "The Leon Kennedy from the Racoon City outbreak?" he gasped. "That guy's a god damn one man army! Shit!"

The president rubbed the bridge of his nose. "One man army or not," he growled, "We lost contact with him about three hours ago, and I'm not waiting for a call to tell me if he's dead or not. That's where you come in."

Daisuke frowned. "Me sir?"

The president threw his hands up. "No, my fucking wife!" he snarled. "Yes you! Despite your age and obvious slow wit, you're the second best agent we've got and counting Kennedy, this is my third agent lost!"

Daisuke gave a weak laugh. "Heheheh, are you sure you don't want to risk a fourth? I mean, I'm on it sir!" he hastily added after seeing the look the man gave him.

"You have thirty minutes to grab what you need and then a helicopter will be waiting for you outside. Get going!"

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"Thanks," Daisuke said as he recieved his gun. It was a custom Glock model 23 semi-compact pistol. While it was originally a .40 S&W backup weapon, Daisuke modified it for heavier use. He gutted the internals of the pistol and replaced them with custom Glock 18 parts that had been modified to fit inside. The gun's semi-glossed slide had a new fire select switch on the rear of the left side, showing a single dot at the top and two dots at the bottom. The middle was a safety, although the famous "Glock trigger safety" was still there however. The slide was also modified too, having a cut out section at the top front, which showed a gleaming silver compensator barrel. The barrel was custom milled, incorporating the compensator with four portholes running down its length. This helped eliminate nearly all of the recoil. Lastly, the chamber had been modified to use the more common 9X19 parabellum round, which made buying or finding ammunition a lot easier.That being said, the gun could now accept extended long magazines that Glock made, each holding 33 rounds.

Because of the upgrades and mods, the gun could now shoot in semi-auto or full-auto fire, which when combined with the long mags, made shooting hella fun. Not many people would suspect a full auto compact pistol, and surprises were something Daisuke were good at.

After perusing the White House's 'secret' armoury, Daisuke picked out an Insight Technologies TLR-2 weapon light/laser. It was specifically made for Glocks, however it could fit anything with a 20mm rail. It slide onto his pistol's accessory rail effortlessly with a click. This particular model had a Xenon flashlight that put out a bright ass 120 lumens (the same as most Mercedes and BMW headlights) and also featured a high powered laser underneath. A LAM like this made carrying a flashlight pointless.

Daisuke slid the now sexy pistol into his shoulder holster, where it clicked into place with the Fobus holster. It was specially made to fit G19/23 series with an Insight weaponlight. Afterwards, Daisuke used a speedloader to load 9mm hollow point rounds into his clips and mags. The standard clips for a G23 were 15 round compact clips, but he preferred to use the full size G17 mags which held 17 rounds. A spacer/handgrip extender was slid onto the clip so it wouldn't look stuck out. The long magazines held the aforementioned 33 rounds, and were basically double the length.

Dai carried six clips on his shoulder holster. Four in two double mag pouches on the right side (one on top of the other) and two on the left side, under the holster. He also carried four more on his duty belt, two in a double pouch on each side of his hips. On his thighs were triple mag pouches carrying a total of six long mags.

On his back was his sword of course, sheathed between a metal plate lining his back (for protection, the sword had no scabbard) and a hard shell backpack, like what a mountain biker would wear. Inside the pack were several cans of rations and a couple packages of MRE Meals-Ready-to-Eat. There were also two boxes of 9mm ammunition in the unlikely chance he should run out of ammo. There were 50 rounds in each box.

After a moment's thought, Dai decided to pick up a magnum revolver just in case he ran into someone that his 9mm wouldn't put down easily. He picked up a stainless steel Taurus Raging Bull 6 inch. This was one of the most powerful pistols in the world, capable of using a .50 caliber round. Dai chose a more common .44 magnum model and a belt pouch that he filled with 6 speedloaders. He grabbed a doctor's holosight and mounted it to the top rail of the revolver for easier aiming, since this gun couldn't mount a laser. Finding a holster took some time, but he found one that strapped to behind his waist that was made out of leather, and could also fit the Bull with the holosight. Noting that he had less than 5 minutes to get to the chopper, Daisuke clipped the speedloader pouch onto the front of his left side hip and dashed out of the room.

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Daisuke looked out of the window of the Dauphin helicopter he was currently in. Normally, the military would have sent him in a UH-1 Huey but the president ordered speed over weapons, so here he was. He had been given a new item, a little PDA like device that unfolded into three sections, showing a keypad and two LCD screens. It was his satellite communicator, and he was linked up with some cute little bird named Hunnigan and Leon's comm, but they couldn't reach him.

"Your mission orders are to find both Ashley Graham and Agent Kennedy got it?" Hunnigan asked, her cute little face looking somewhat stern to him. Dai looked into the tiny camera that projected his image on the right screen. "Roger that," he replied.

He looked out the window. Damn, this whirlybird was fast! They were about an hour away from the little Spanish village named "Pueblo".

"Anything else I should know?" he asked the exotic looking woman. She looked to be at least half Asian and maybe black. Or maybe she was Hawaiian? Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Just that this religious cult, the 'Las Illuminatos' is extremely dangerous, and so are the locals," Hunnigan answered. "Oh and that Ashley is locked in some church at the top of a hill, Leon found that out before he went AWOL. Be careful Dai, the locals and this cult could kill you like they did the others."

Giving the concerning hottie a grin, Daisuke said, "There's a chance that Leon's still alive. Plus, there's no way in hell I'm letting those bastards go four for four!"

Hunnigan gave him a small smile. "Glad to hear that agent. I'll talk to you later. In the meantime, I'm sending you a satellite map of the village and other areas."

"Talk to you later," Dai said. Her pretty face dissapeared and several maps came up. Tapping the palm-sized screens with his fingers, Dai pulled up a map of the village. After reviewing them thoroughly, he was jolted when he felt the chopper begin to ascend. We're here already?

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Daisuke drew his G23 and flicked the selector switch off of Safe to Semi. Holding the gun in both hands, he made through the forested path quickly, noting several slimy puddles of...

"Shit!" Daisuke swore, stopping and checking one out. It looked like gore! "What the hell is going on here?"

He made his way to the village. The smell of smoke and burning meat filled his nostrils as he made his way closer. In the center of the quiet village there was what appeared to be a burning effigy of some sort... Wait, that's no effigy! He thought, running forward. It was barely recognizable, but Dai could make out an officer's uniform. "Shit, what the fuck is going on here?!"

Suddenly, shouts drew his attention away from the burning corpse and Dai spun around to see several crazed looking townspeople pointing weapons of mass farming at him. With a morbid chuckle, Daisuke contemplated about his pathological need to make fun of terribly horrible situations.

"Matalo!" a sickly looking man with a beard shouted, brandishing a pickaxe. They charged towards Dai, who stood his ground, holding his pistol in a shooter's stance.

"See ya," he said as he lined his sights up to the closest man's forehead. With a crisp crack, the hollow point round slammed into the top of the villager's forehead, shredding chunks of flesh and bone from the back of his head as the bullet crumpled and exploded on impact. He gave a horrid scream of pain and clutched his head.

Er. Shouldn't he be FUCKING DEAD? Dai thought in panic as he shot the other crazies that charged him. Several fell to the ground from a few well-placed knee shots, but the one guy who had been shot in the head gave Dai an insane glare as he dashed towards him.

"No fucking way!" Dai yelled as he squeezed the trigger multiple times, reducing the man's head to a smoking pulp, leaving nothing but a gory chunk of flesh above the neck. The headless body continued to walk towards him, its motor functions still, well, functioning as it took several death steps before collapsing. Dai breathed hard as he emptied the remainder of his clips into the other villager's heads, killing them with well-placed headshots. With a bullet to each side of the head, the hollow points cleanly removed said head easily, and thankfully his slide locked back when the last villager fell, a bloody mess above its neck as it fell to the ground.

Breathing hard, Daisuke quickly ejected the clip and placed it into the dump pouch on his back, just above his waist. He loaded a fresh clip into the gun and thumbed the slide release, the reassuring click telling him he had 17 new bullets to fire.

A sizzling noise drifted into his ears and Daisuke watched in morbid fascination as the bodies seemingly decomposed. Well that explains the gross puddles, he thought. Seeing that the coast was clear, Dai pulled out his comm.

"Hunnigan," he greeted the woman. "I made it to the village. There's some seriously fucked up shit going on here!"

She looked confused. "What d'you mean?" she asked. He spun the comm around so that the camera was focused on the puddles.

"Do normal people fucking decompose within seconds after death?" he asked. Sure, he was freaked out. Given the circumstances, he thought it was allowable.

"You're telling me those gross puddles were people?" Hunnigan gasped. He turned the comm around.

"Yeah, they were!" he answered. "And what's even more fucked up, the first guy I shot was a clean between the eyes and he was still alive! Like, huge fucking hole in the back of his head and he still came after me!"

"Jesus Christ!" Hunnigan said, her big round eyes even bigger. "Listen Dai, you have to find Ashley and agent Leon fast."

"DADO!" a voice screamed from behind him. Dai heard the familiar whistle of a blade flying through the air and he dropped quickly, dropped the comm onto the ground. Spinning around quickly, he put some distance between him and his attacker, an even sicker looking hag who was wielding a hand scythe. She made a noise similar to a screeching cat and lunged at him.

Only to be blown back as Dai discharged two rounds, one into her gut and the other in her heart. With a cry, she fell back several feet and lay on the ground, moaning. Getting up quickly, Dai put two more rounds into her forehead, killing her instantly. Although her head wasn't blown to bits, she still decomposed, so that meant she was dead.

Holstering his G23, Dai picked up the comm to see an ashen faced Hunnigan. "See what I mean?" he asked.

She looked at him, still somewhat in shock. "I've got to talk to my CO," she shakily said. "Uh, continue on your mission."

Dai gave her a worried look. "Don't fall apart on me Hunnigan," he said. "You're safe and sound, remember that."

She gave him an unconvincing smile. "Yeah. Yeah, see you later."

Dai was about to turn off his comm when he heard Hunnigan yell, "Wait!"

"What is it?" he asked.

"The path to your right should take you directly to the church," she informed him, a digital map showing his location and a red dot to the east. "If you see a cemetary before a big cathedral, that's the place. Leon says that the front door needs some sort of round object to unlock it. See if you can find it!"

"Can't I just break a window?" Dai asked.

Hunnigan looked floored. "Oh crap, why didn't Leon and I think of that?" she moaned.

Dai shook his head sadly. "You agent types," he sighed. "think way too much."

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Fortunetely, all the village folk seemed to be at some social gathering of some sort, because Daisuke ran into none of them on his way to the church. After passing through the freaky cemetary (how the hell can this area be so dark when it was just reaching dusk back at the village 10 minutes ago?!) he came up to the iron gates of the church, which were fortuntely open. Glancing up at the impressive cathedral, Dai spotted a nice big window on the right side, above a small section with a metal door on it. Holstering his pistol, Dai used the large tree in front to get up.

Hanging by his hands, Dai moved towards the right section on a branch. When he was close enough, he swung himself forward and managed to land onto the top. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Dai moved towards the side of the church cathedral, looking through the stained panes of glass with his gun at his side. It looked empty, which was good. Standing a fair distance away, Dai aimed his pistol at the window. He fired three shots in a triangle formation and shattered the window expertly. Moving quickly, Dai heaved himself into the church and dropped down from the ledge. Moving to the middle, he stood amongst the benches and looked around. There was a table at the alter and some wierd symbol lit up on the wall. Looking around, he saw nothing that would indicate a lost blonde girl. Walking up to the alter, Dai spotted pile of shiny coins lying on a dresser on the left. Picking them up, he noticed that they were indeed real gold and silver and about the size of a quarter. They looked like Spanish pesatas. A couple said 25 PTAS while the rest said 50 PTAS. Doing the match, Dai calcuated that there was 1000 PTAS worth of coins. He found a drawbag and put the coins inside, maybe they could be of use later. He put the coinbag into his backpack.

Something caught his sharp ears. It sounded like a whimper. Dai pulled his Glock out and scanned the area. Thankfully, the church wasn't the large, but he noticed a second floor as he looked up. Walking around, he found a ladder on the left side and climbed up.

The upper floor was blocked up by two iron gates so Dai had to swing on the chandelier to get to the other side. Spying a sort of console, he pushed a button. Three different colored lights lit up the three empty circles on the wall. They were red, green and blue. The center circle with the symbol looked to be a combination of the three. With some quick thinking, Dai used the console to rotate the colors until they were in what he thought to be the correct positions. He pushed the big red button. The lights swirled together and the center symbol flashed brightly. A loud series of clicks were heard and the iron gates receded upwards into the ceiling.

"Nice!" Daisuke said as he ran towards the sound of the whimpers, which had gotten louder. He found a metal door and heard the whimpers even louder now. He slowly opened the door, pistol at the ready...

Only to duck as a 2X4 flew by his head and a girlish scream of "Stay away!" stung his ears.

He spotted the blonde hair of Ashley Graham as he held his hands up. "Hey easy there, I'm not one of those freak villagers!" he said.

The girl had sunk to the floor near some barrels and looked, for the part, like a traumatized hostage. Oh wait, she was one.

There goes my pathological illness again, Daisuke chuckled. "I'm a US government agent, I'm here to rescue you, and that idiot who was supposed to rescue you!"

"Really?" Ashley asked excitely. "My father sent you!"

"Unfortuntely," Dai said dryly. "I'm Daisuke Tendo."

"Well you know who I am then," Ashley said as she stood up briskly, brushing the dirt from her plaid skirt. It was amusing to see an emotional wreck of a girl turn into this brisk woman. "Can we go now?"

"Just a moment," Dai said, using his leg to kick open some barrels. He had found out earlier that they sometimes held herbs or surprisingly, ammo. Well, he didn't really find out, he tripped and fell on one, nearly crushing a box of shotgun shells. Who the hell hides ammunition in a damn barrel?

Daisuke found a nearly empty box of 9mm ammo and counted the rounds. There were 10 total. He found another box like it and transferred its 10 rounds over, making a box of 20 rounds. He also found a green herb and two 12 gauge buckshot shells in a flour mix. Blowing off the powder, he put his new finds into his backpack.

A sudden mechanical noise drew their attention, and Dai readied his pistol. The door was closed, and they heard movement downstairs. The movement soon reached the second floor and Dai tensed as the doorknob began to turn. Ashley hid behind him, and grabbed his left hand. He squeezed it comfortingly. The door opened and Dai's laser dot fixed itself upon the head of -

"Whoa, wait!"

Leon S. Kennedy.