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The moon was full tonight. Everything seemed to have an eerie glow as Leon drove to his condo in the Georgetown District of Washington D.C. He had just returned from a search and capture mission in Southern Africa. He had received intel about a rogue BSAA soldier selling C-Virus samples to the local militia. Chris Redfield had personally asked Leon to accept the mission.
Chris took a swig from his beer mug as Leon watched him seriously. It was rare that Redfield would call him out to have a drink, even if they were long time friends. "Why'd you call me out here, Redfield?"
"Straight to business as always." Chris set the mug down, then pulled a manilla folder from his coat. "Here it is." Chris slid the folder over to Leon's side of the table. Leon looked at the folder, then at Chris, then back at the folder. Leon opened the folder slowly and instantly recognized the picture as one of the few BSAA soldier's that had survived the incident in China a year ago. Quickly, Leon scanned over the files and reports before shutting the folder and returning his gaze to Chris.
"So, let me get this right. He's a former BSAA agent gone rogue, and you want me to go to Africa to capture him because you nor any other BSAA soldier can set foot near him without him recognizing you?" Leon gulped down a large amount of his own beer while he waiting for Redfield's response.
"Yes. I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think you could do it. I don't trust anyone else to handle this."
Leon lowered his gaze, and shook his head. "Flattery isn't going to win a yes out of me, just for future reference. You're going to owe me for this, Chris." Leon held his mug up to Chris's. A mutual knowledge that Leon had just accepted the mission.
The mission was completed within a week of Leon's arrival in Africa, and had been completed without any major problems. The only minor problem Leon had encountered was the target himself. Apparently, the former BSAA agent knew of the famous U.S. agent Leon Kennedy, and opened fire upon him the second he spotted him. Being the crackshot that Leon was, he was able to disarm the man with a single bullet. No casualties had been suffered and the rogue agent was brought back to the States alive. The C-virus samples the man had been selling to the militia were fake, but the BSAA sent in a clean up crew, just to be safe.
Now, Leon was back at his condo, awaiting his next mission. He entered the rather luxurious condo, throwing his keys on the bar area of his kitchen. His condo was filled with overpriced furniture he didn't really care for. He was hardly ever home long enough to really appreciate anything in his home. The only things in his home were the collection of hidden weapons he had gathered over the years from his various missions or incidents. Lately, he had retaken a liking to the Red9 he kept from his recue mission in Spain, and had been taking it with him on his recent missions. He entered the kitchen and opened one of the bottom cabinets, kneeling down to peer inside. He slowly pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and grabbed a glass to go with it.
Leon wasn't much of a drinker except right after a mission or if Chris invites him out for a beer. He hardly had time to himself these days. He'd been on seven different missions in nearly ten different countries in the last three months. Simply put, he needed a vacation. But if evil didn't take a vacation, why should he? He knew for a fact he wasn't the only one in his situation. Last he heard, Chris and Jill had been sent to Brazil to handle an outbreak of a new strain of the T-virus that they had encountered sixteen years ago. Sherry had been sent back to China after receiving reports that their were still traces of the C-virus.
Leon poured the whiskey into the glass, and closed the bottle. He plopped down on his leather couch and unholstered his Red9, setting it on the glass coffee table in front of him. He swirled the whiskey around in the glass before taking a swig of it. He welcomed the bitter taste of the whiskey as it attacked his throat. He was halfway through the glass when his angency communicator started to beep.
He flipped it open, "Kennedy, here."
"Leon." The screen displayed Ingrid Hunnigan staring back at him, "How'd the mission go?"
"It's nice to see you too, Hunnigan." He smirked down at her through the screen. "The mission was a success. I only had to shoot the target's hand after he opened fire."
"That's good to hear, Leon. I have word from President McMahon."
"What's my next mission?" Leon downed the rest of the glass, and set it on the table.
"You're being sent to Egypt. Terrasave is currently there helping vaccinate the population, you're being sent as a failsafe. Can never be too careful." Hunnigan rearranged her glasses on her face, finally getting annoyed with them and pulling them off.
"Of course. I aim to please." Leon stood from his couch and went to his bedroom.
"Redfield is there."
"Chris?" Leon looked down at the communicator with his brow raised. I thought the BSAA sent them to Brazil.
"The other Redfield."
Claire. He hadn't seen her since Havardville. "When do I leave?"
"Two days."
"I'm leaving now. Inform President McMahon of my departure. I'll talk to you when I arrive."
"Leon, I don't-" Leon didn't wait for her to try to talk him out of it. He shut the communicator, and began packing his things. He was going to Egypt. He had to see Clarie. He just had to. Mostly everything he packed were holsters, weapons, and different kinds of identification that he would need to get through U.S. customs and again in Egypt. He zipped up his duffle bag, and went to collect his Red9 from the coffee table. He quickly put his bottle of whiskey away back in its cabinet, then returned to his room to collet his dufflebag. He grabbed his keys from the bar and left his condo, shutting the door and locking it.
Leon entered his jeep. The drive to to Reagan National Airport was under twenty minutes, which Leon could make it in less than five if he tried. He put the jeep in gear and took off towards the airport. He sped down George Washington Memorial Parkway doing nearly 120 MPH. Most of the freeway was empty, except for maybe two or three cars that he had spotted during his drive. Once he arrived at the airport, he left his jeep to the valet to handle. They knew who he was so they knew where to put his jeep and a general idea of how long he'd be gone.
He walked towards one of the employees at the desk, passing by everyone that was standing in line, earning several dirty looks and few select words from them. "Sir, you'll have to wait at the back of the line." It was a younger woman that spoke to him from behind the desk. Her caramel colored skin was enticing to every man there, except Leon.
As Leon stepped up the the desk, he pulled out his Agent I.D. along with his passport, flashing them both to the young woman. "Secret Service Agent Leon Kennedy, ma'am. I need to get on a plane to Egypt, now."
The woman stared blankly at him, before nodding. "Y-Yes, sir. Anything special in the bag?" The blonde man before her grinned.
"Actually, yes. But it won't be a problem. I've done this before." Leon grabbed his bag from the floor, took the ticket from the lady and began walking to gate 37. The flight would take nearly eight hours, so Leon had alot of time to think until he arrived. He didn't need to go over any reports or files, since he'd be taking orders from Terrasave directly. More than likely, they'd have him sitting in a tent in the local area, until he was needed. He had asked to have a row to himself, which had been accepted by the airline without a second's hesitation.
He gazed through the window as the plane began its ascent into the midnight sky. I guess I should get some sleep. He grinned to himself as thoughts of Claire filled his mind and he quickly slipped into a land of pleasant dreams.
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Chris Redfield led his partner Jill Valentine through the favela, holding his assault rifle tightly against his shoulder, keeping a focus aim ahead of him. Jill followed close behind him, keeping her aim focused more to the tops of the houses. She hadn't been on a mission since she was rescued from Wesker back in Africa. She had wanted to go into China with Chris and Piers, but Chris refused. He was already a mess, he didn't need to worry about losing Jill a second time.
Chris held his hand up, silently telling Jill to stop as they came up to a junction of walkways. He inched forward slowly, gripping his rifle tightly. He peered around the corner, nearly coming face-to-face with a dozen zombies. A symphony of moans echoed through the favela, followed by the horrifying screeches that were known from the Hunters. Jill's blood ran cold. She hadn't dealt with those terrifying B.O.W.s in nearly sixteen years.
"Run!" Chris yelled, opening fire at the crowd of zombies in front of him. Jill turned and ran a short distance before the walkway became flooded with more zombies. Without hesitation, Jill raised her rifle and began firing expert headshots at them. "Go back the way we came Jill! Hurry up!" Chris tossed a hand grenade down the walkway in front of him before he turned and ran after Jill. Large chunks of debris blasted into the walkway as they ran. Jill led the charge through the favela, hearing more and more moans awaken with all the noise they had created. A flash of dark green atop the houses caught Jill's attention.
Jill rammed her shoulder into the door of one of the houses, "Chris in here!" Chris darted inside, shutting the door behind him. They looked around quickly, then Jill pointed at the window. It led onto the rooftop of the other homes down the hill. "We'll have a better chance on the roofs." Chris nodded, and darted for the window as the zombies began to bang on the door. Jill pushed open the window and quickly climbed through the window. Just as Jill made it through the window, the door caved in and a mob of zombies crashed into the room. Instantly, Chris opened fire, taking down nearly ten zombies in five seconds before diving through the window.
"Move! Go!" Chris shouted to Jill as he staggered to his feet. He turned and fired at the window as the zombies began to crowd into it. He fired several more shots before he turned and ran along with Jill. They jumped from roof to roof, making their way back down to the front of the favela. Their boots slapping heavily against the tin roofs. The loud screeching sound of the tin being ripped apart made Chris turn around to see a hunter jump through the roof of one of the buildings they had just passed. "Fuck! Go! Go!"
Jill pumped her legs harder than ever, hoping to gain some ground against the hunter. Up ahead, she spotted that they were running out of rooftops to run on. "Chris! We have to jump!" Chris nodded in agreement and took her hand. As they neared the edge, they leapt forward into the air. It was nearly a thirty foot drop onto the next roof. Whatever happened once they landed, wouldn't be pretty. The fall seemed to take eternity, but once they hit the tin roof, the building basically collasped on top of them. The roof caved in on impact and they both landed hard against the concrete flooring.
"Fuck!" Chris yelled as he felt a piece of the roofing cut deeply into his forearm. He scanned the nearby wreckage, spotting Jill already pushing herself to her feet. "Are you alright Jill?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. You?"
Chris chuckled lightly, "I've been through worse. Let's go." Chris pushed himself to his feet, grabbed his AR and followed Jill out of the building.
"Alpha team to HQ." Jill held her hand to her earpiece.
Go ahead Alpha team.
"The favelas are overrun with B.O.W.s. Permission to retreat outside of quarantine to regroup with Bravo team."
Permission granted. Get out of there Alpha team.
"Copy."
"Looks like we're getting a breather. Fine by me." Chris held his rifle tightly. He hadn't heard the hunter so he assumed they had lost it.
"Let's just get the hell out of here before we run into anymore surprises." Jill stated, spotting the humvee they had drove into the favela with. Chris nodded and followed her to the humvee. It was going to be an interesting next forty-eight hours.
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Claire had been in Egypt for nearly a week with Terrasave. They vaccinating the population with antivirus that was created from Jake Mueller's blood. She had learned of Sherry's mission to aquire and protect Jake in Edonia and China. She had also learned of Chris and Leon's mission there as well. She had spoken to Chris a few weeks ago, but Leon still hadn't contacted her. Had he forgotten about her? She found it hard to believe. They had shared so much since that fateful night in Raccoon City. She had fallen in love with blonde haired, blue-eyed cop that saved her life that night. Even after all these years, she still loved him. But she had no clue how he felt. In her mind, he loved Ada. The secretive and elusive Asian woman that always managed to take advantage of Leon.
Claire sighed. "Now isn't the time to be thinking of Leon." She laid back in her bunk. Earlier that day, Claire's supervisor had informed her that the President had assigned an agent to come help Terrasave. Claire wasn't excited. She knew it wouldn't be Leon. He had been put on protective detail since Tall Oaks, and Clarie just wasn't that lucky. The agent was supposed to arrive tomorrow, whoever he or she was.
"Claire?" It was her supervisor, Abigail. The older woman stepped into Claire's tent, her salt and pepper hair, tied back into a low ponytail. Her emerald green eyes sparkled against the dim lighting of the tent. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. How are you?"
"I'm doing well. I think things are going well here." Abigail took a seat at the edge of Claire's bunk.
"Yeah, which is why I don't understand why the President sent an agent to help us. We're not in need of help."
The older woman smiled down at Claire, "You miss him don't you?"
"Who?" Claire eyed Abigail curiously.
"The agent you love. What was his name? Leon?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. He's just a friend." Claire did her best to hide her blush. The older woman knew more about Claire than she cared to admit.
"Okay. Whatever you say. Get some rest. We still have a long day ahead of us." Then the woman disappeared out of Claire's tent. Claire thought it would be a good idea to listen to the woman's advice and get some sleep. She was exhausted and it was only midday. Claire shut her eyes and almost instantly, slipped into the land of dreams.
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So, I've always been a fan of Resident Evil, since I first played it like fifteen years ago. I just recently started reading RE fanfiction and decided to try my hand at it. This is more of an introduction chapter. I'm still trying to find my groove with the RE universe. So, have some patience with me. I wrote Inuyasha fanfiction before this, and this is a huuuuge difference for me. Please review and tell me what you think. Any kind of feedback is appreciated. It really helps me. Thank you! Happy reading!
Sincerely,
Lord Zed