Set a year after Resident Evil 6.

RESIDENT EVIL : BURN IT DOWN

PART ONE

He'd never met her, but had heard only the best. He walked amongst a crowd of people in the centre of London. He wore a long brown coat, a shirt and tie as well as shades to mask his identity. His dark blonde hair was hidden underneath a hat with the union jack on it. He wore trousers on the bottom half and sported black boots on his feet. However, what wasn't visible from the outside was the gun tucked at the back of his trousers. The knife strapped to his chest as well as a smaller one hidden in the sole of his boot. The apocalypse had come, you had to prepare yourself for the worst case scenario. His phone buzzed from his pocket. That'll be them. He takes it out and looks over the number. He sighs. Yep. They want me back in, don't they? He answers it.

"Good evening Mr Kennedy,"

"It's morning miss. But they same to you," Leon continues walking aimlessly. He never really liked time off, it became very boring amongst all of these normal people. It seemed extremely off to him every time he came to any of the non infected parts of the world. It was as if they didn't give a shit what was happening around them.

"Oh...sorry sir," the woman seems a little worried. "I-I'm calling you to say they has been a situation,"

"What sort of situation," Leon looks around him and casually walks into an alleyway.

"There's been an outbreak in Canada. Mr Redfield and Miss Birkin have been dispatched to that area," she informs him.

"Shit," Leon mutters. "Right. Were are you sending the car too?"

"No. No Mr Kennedy, that's not it. We have had a tip of a hostage situation near your location," Leon looks around him. How do they know where I am? He spots a camera eyeing him from a nearby building.

"So much for privacy," he says harshly down the phone. "Right. Send me the details,"

"Sending you them...now. You should have received the information on your phone. But Mr Kennedy, be careful. These people are more dangerous than your typical criminals. These men...well...they work for Umbrella,"

"They what?!" his eyes widen with rage. "What the fuck?" he pounds a nearby wall. He checks his phone and see's a document of when a 999 call was admitted. Just over an hour ago. The police have already tried to sort out the case, but apparently they had been rushed to hospital after being slaughtered trying to sort the case out.

"Mr Kennedy. One more thing, we've sent you some backup,"

"I'll be fine."

"She should be there soon. As for now, just keep your eye's open. I'll notify you when she arrives." she hangs up and Leon breathes heavily. Oh well. At least this vacation might be more memorable.

Leon opens the door to his hotel room, he flings his coat on the bed and he collapses into the nearest chair. He's shacked up in a four star hotel near the tower of London. The room's en suite with a double bed. He takes his phone out and turns it over. He takes the back out of it and takes the SIM card out. Leon notices something. A small device has been implanted next to his battery. He take sit out and inspects it. A bug. He grunts at the sight of it and chucks it on the floor and stamps on it. Really? They still feel like they can't trust me? He gets up and sits at a table with a laptop. He boots it up and slots the SIM card into a drive. Leon open's up the files he received. Descriptions of the attackers from the police state the people holding someone hostage were "in full black leather" and there was a woman "dressed in a long red dress who was handy with a knife. She has a burn on her right cheek and short mahogany colour hair". Leon scratches his head. A burn? Who the hell was she? He copies the information to his laptop and slots the SIM card back into his phone. Leon sits for a while wondering who his new partner will be. Is it going to be Helena? Who knows.

A few hours later, Leon's phone begins to buzz and he answers.

"Hello again Mr Kennedy,"

"Hi,"

"We have sent your partner to go to your room. She will be there shortly,"

"Who is it?"

"That's the element of surprise," Leon frowns. He really missed having Ingrid Hunnigan giving the information to him. She'd been offered a position high up in the BSAA and she took it.

"Fine."

"Goodbye," Leon hangs up and walks around uneasily. He comes up with a few names in his head but they are either dead or out in the field already. A woman...

A knock comes from the door. She's here. He opens it to reveal someone he's never worked with before. Someone he's heard such great things about. This woman was also in Racoon city at the same time as he was. This was Jill Valentine.

"Hello Jill," he says gesturing for her to come in.

"Hello to you Leon," she walks in. She's wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She carries a rucksack on her back. God knows what's in there. "We have a lot to discuss,"

"That we do. Would you like a drink?"

"I would love one. What do you have?"

"Red wine I think," he stumbles about trying to find it.

"Don't worry if it's too much trouble," Jill set's herself down on the bed and rummages through her bag. "Sorry for interrupting your vacation,"

"It's not a problem." Leon sticks his head under the bed. "Aha!" he pulls out a half full bottle and passes it too her. She pastes on a smile and takes it. "Sorry, no glasses. It's from the bottle," Jill opens it and guzzles it down. Leon looks at her more closely. She's still got her blonde hair from when Wesker had taken her a couple of years back.

"What?" she asks.

"Nothing. Just noticed your still blonde,"

"Oh yeah. Why? Do I look bad?"

"No. You look great," Leon blushes. "Really great," Jill passes a file to Leon.

"This is the woman we suspect has the hostage. We have some security footage showing her in the area," he opens it and see's a blurry security photo. A woman is stood in what looks like the peak of night. She's wearing a long cloak and you can barely make out her face. But Leon could see the burn.

"What about the guys in black?"

"Who knows. They're Umbrella. Well...that's what we understand. The policemen say they had the Umbrella logo on their clothes," Leon shuffles more through the file.

"Any idea who she is?"

"None. She doesn't exist," Leon nods. Of course she doesn't. They never do. "We have the location of where the police went too. We better check it out," Leon passes the file back and looks around the room. He picks his pistol and puts it at the back of his trousers. He picks up the coat and hears a giggle. He turns and see's Jill biting her lower lip.

"What?"

"Seriously? We want to blend it, not stand out like a sore thumb." she picks her bag up and shakes her head, still laughing. Leon throws the coat down and sighs.

"I like that coat."

To be continued

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