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1998…
I'll never forget it... It was the year when these grisly murders occurred in the Arklay Mountains... Soon after, the news was out to the whole world revealing that it was the fault of a secret viral experiment conducted by the international pharmaceutical enterprise, Umbrella... The virus broke out in a nearby mountain community, Raccoon City... and hit the peaceful little town with a devastating blow, crippling its very foundation...
Not taking any chances, the President of the United States ordered a contingency plan-to sterilize Raccoon City. With the whole affair gone public, the United States government issued an indefinite suspension of business decree to Umbrella. Soon its stock prices crashed and for all intents and purposes... Umbrella was finished.
I received special training via a secret organization, working under the direct control of the President. I was to assume the responsibility of protecting the new President's family...
A Jeep rolls up in a misty forest in Spain and accelerates further into the open area, leaving behind nothing but dirt tire tracks.
The officer in the passenger seat looks back at Leon, and then to his partner.
"Why am I the one who always gets the short end of the stick?" He says, with a heavy Spanish accent.
The second cop, the driver, chuckled in response. He looked at his rearview mirror so he could get a glimpse of Leon.
"Yo, who are you really?" he asked, glancing back toward the road. "Come on and tell us."
Leon let out a dry chuckle.
"You are a long way from home, cowboy," he continued. "You have my sympathies."
Leon's features turned into a sarcastic half-smile. "Guess that's a local's way of breaking the ice... besides, you already know what this is all about... My assignment is to search for the President's missing daughter."
"What? All by yourself?" the first officer asked, followed by a mocking chuckle.
"I'm sure you boys didn't just tag along so we could sing Kumbaya together at some Boy Scout jamboree... then again, maybe you did." Leon replies with a smug look on his face. The driver scoffed and looked up at Leon. "Oh, you're crazy, American. It's a direct order from the Chief himself. I tell you, it's no picnic!"
"I'm counting on you guys..." said Leon.
Seconds afterward, the passenger asks the driver to stop. "Hey, Stop here," he says. Leon turned to look outside at the scene while the car slowly came to a halt. The passenger stepped out, took a few steps off to the side of the road and stood there for a second. Moments later, the sound of the officer's urine hitting the dirt on the ground and the grass had become heard.
It was right before I was to take on my duties of protecting the President's daughter when she was abducted... Ashley Graham, her name. A young girl, no more than 19 or 20, pretty, nabbed right of her college. That's the ultimate reason I'm in this lonely and rural part of Europe. According to our intelligence, there's reliable information of a sighting of a girl that looks very similar to the President's daughter. Apparently she's being withheld by some unidentified group of people. Who would have thought my first job would be a rescue mission?...
While the officer continued to urinate, Leon peers out of the window on his left and notices a thick mist coming from behind the grass, and soon after the grass had started to rustle.
The kidnapper's motives are still unknown, although there's reliable information that the perpetrator is an insider. Only a handful of people know about this kidnapping-it's been kept under wraps mostly due to the fact that we can't determine who the traitor is. The guys in Intelligence say they have reliable information that Ashley's been sighted somewhere in Europe-but until we find out who the insider is, I don't know what to believe. It could be a ploy. We have very few leads as to the whereabouts of Ashley, but members of the Secret Service and anyone else related to Ashley are being questioned by an investigative team. Even active agents are being investigated for any information. It's just a matter of time before the kidnapper is exposed.
"Damn, it's freezing," the cop said, barely audible. He zipped himself up. "S-so cold all of a sudden." A sound of leaves rustling nearby caught his attention, and he leaned his head in the direction of the sound. He looked around quickly, then shrugged it off. "Ah, must be my imagination."
The cop, now relieved, got back into the car. "Sorry it took so long. Let's go."
The car then drives away, momentarily they reach a rickety bridge and stop.