A/N: Don't worry, this story hasn't been abandoned! I've finally put together a legitimate writing schedule and I culled like eleven unfinished stories that I would never get around too, my current schedule puts these stories at one update every month, this one will likely be the first week in every month! So, hopefully I can continue to advance the story in a method to which you all enjoy!
If Vector had listed then top forty things he expected to see when he woke up, crappy, cheap motel room ceiling was not there, that of course meant he would have thought he'd be waking up at all.
He sat up groggily, his head pounded a few times protesting the idea of movement at all, his ribs chorused in agreement but he ignored them both, checking his arms for anything out of the ordinary.
Apparently Four Eyes hadn't decided he was a research subject, at least he didn't feel anything like the usual symptoms usual T-virus infectee's felt at that moment.
He got some amusement out of the fact that his mask remained fastened over his head despite the change in clothes, he tugged at the mask and looked around for something to place it on, seeing his hooded cloak folded on the bedside table he haphazardly tossed the mask atop it and ran a hand over his face.
He heard the door open and his habitual response kicked in, he rolled off the bed and crouched beside it, when whoever had entered the room didn't say anything he slowed his breathing to reduce the sound, he heard the intruders footsteps pad through the room and what sounded like the rustling of plastic bags, then he rose to his feet slightly to peer at the entrant.
Four Eyes seemed to finally have realized he had moved, her eyes met his, although the plastic grocery bag hanging from her mouth prevented her from saying anything, she had another in her other hand and the keys were awkwardly balanced on a finger with another bag in that hand.
"Morning? Or is Afternoon correct?" Vector voiced, the voice usually muffled by his mask was considerably lighter.
The woman placed one of the bags on the counter and removed the bag from her mouth, placing that on the counter as well before she spoke "Morning, I brought bacon…and coffee."
"Okay?" Vector questioned, head still only half showing over the top of the bed, his eyes regarding her curiously.
She leaned against the doorway and tilted her head, getting a look at the small part of his face she could see, he had medium length black hair, still ruffled from being asleep and his eyes were an odd shade of red.
"You've been out for two days, Lupo, well, Karena already left, she told me to say 'glad you're still alive' if you got better, so she's glad you're still alive." The woman explained quickly.
Vector ruffled his hair slightly and sighed as he got to his feet, straightening up to the best of his ability "And the bacon and coffee?"
"I've been living off whatever slop Umbrella gave us since the team formed, since we are civilians now, we at least get to eat like them." She responded flatly.
"No, I just expected you to be all anti-bacon, you know being a scientist and everything." Vector explained gesturing vaguely with his hand.
"But bacon tastes good." She tilted her head at him and he stared at her for a few seconds.
"Did you ever get out?" He asked, his face contorting into a half pitiful half disbelieving expression that was almost comical.
"No, I didn't." She responded flatly as she dug the packet out of the bags, followed by everything else she had bought, mostly basic first aid supplies for him, enough for the two of them to have breakfast and a change of clothing for the pair of them.
"Where'd you even get all this?" Vector asked, not entirely sure where they were.
"There's a small town not too far down the highway, I walked there." She answered.
Vector pushed the image of her lugging a grocery bag back to the motel in her mouth out of his mind "Alright, what have you been telling people?"
"About?" She asked unsurely.
"You and I, members of the opposite sex in the same room usually raises questions." Vector pointed out flatly.
"That were partners." She answered simply.
"Could be worse," Vector admitted "Four-"
"Christine," She corrected "We are civilians now."
Vector stared at her for a few seconds "Christine," He amended, despite the foreign name leaving his lips "Do you know what normal people think partners are?"
"Not a clue." She replied simply and she removed a fry pan and placed it on the stove.
He just sighed, he was still tired and way too groggy to be having that conversation with the intellectual in front of him "Well, whatever." He voiced as he walked back over to his bed, he made it quickly and pulled on his gloves, he lifted his hand and began typing a few things into the device on his arm.
"Isn't that a bad idea?" Christine asked glancing at the device, it was pretty much a small supercomputer packed into a phone, she knew that much, not that he often shared a great deal about the tech he used.
"Oh, this is completely untraceable, I only worked for Umbrella, all of my equipment is my own," He glanced around "Where's my knife?"
"Top draw," Christine called from the back of the kitchen as she cracked an egg into a fry pan "Your Five-Seven's in there as well."
He opened the draw in the bedside table his cloak and mask were sitting on, placed the knife on the back of his belt and left the gun in its holster, he moved back towards the counter top, grabbing the shirt she had bought he slipped it over his head, it was a plain black tee shirt.
His mouth watered slightly as the smell of bacon began wafting around the room, his stomach let out a growl, reminding him he hadn't eaten in two days and he hadn't eaten bacon in months.
He tied the holster over his shoulder, letting his gun sit against his right side, he left his cloak and mask on the bedside table.
He moved to one of the chairs by the windows and pushed the curtain back a crack to peer into the car park outside the window, the room they were in gave him an exceptional overview of the entire parking lot and the highway beyond, he could make out the edges of the town Four-Christine had mentioned before if he squinted.
He heard his companion plop into the seat opposite him and he turned to accept the plate she of food she had cooked "How do you think we have until Umbrella figure out where we are?"
He glanced at the device on his wrist "Maybe an hour, not a lot of helicopters left Raccoon City's airspace, they really blew the entire city to hell didn't they?"
The woman hummed her acknowledgement distractedly, taking the time to examine her partners face, she could count the number of times she'd seen him without his mask on with one hand. His hair had grown a bit since the last time, the pitch black locks hanging to around the middle of his forehead. You almost wouldn't be able to tell he was Japanese if not for the very slight slant in his eyes, which were quite unique in of themselves, being quite a dark red.
"Like something you see?" He asked with a slight smirk, tilting his head slightly.
"I certainly won't complain," She replied casually "Now, take off the shirt."
"Whoa there, at least buy me dinner first." Vector quipped quickly.
"I made you breakfast?" She tilted her head "I need to tend to your wounds, don't be difficult."
Vector rolled his eyes slightly, trust the scientist to be completely unfazed, he did as he was ordered regardless, slipping the shirt over his head as Christine moved to gather the medical supplies she'd bought, a number of new bandages and sprays that would help accelerate healing.
She removed the old bandages carefully, revealing the bloody and bruised skin beneath them, although the color was already considerably better than it had been while he was still out.
She shook the large tube in one hand while she unrolled the new bandages with the other, she placed a hand on his chest to hold him still as she moved the spray across his ribs "They were definitely broken, thank god for herbs right?"
Vector let out a breath in a chuckle, the action obviously caused him some amount of pain since he winced "I guess that's one way to look at it."
"If these had to heal naturally it would take months," Cristina countered levelly as she continued to apply the spray "With these it only takes a few days for large scale injuries like this."
Vector nodded "I wouldn't need healing if Umbrella weren't so hell-bent on playing god."
Christine shrugged in response as she tossed the empty canister back into the plastic bag at her feet and moved about wrapping the new bandages around Vector's ribs.
She tied the cloth off tightly when the device on Vector's wrist beeped sharply, he lifted his wrist and looked at it "Well, looks like our rides here." The way he grinned did nothing at all to ease her worry.
He got to his feet and pulled his shirt back on, Cristina glanced at the roof as the loud beating of a helicopter stopping above the hotel reached her ears, Vector pulled his coat around his shoulders and stared at his mask for a few seconds. The sound of boots landing above them drew his attention away from his old helmet and he grabbed it as Christine snapped a magazine in her silver P229 handgun.
She glanced at him from her position crouched by one of the two beds, the pair of them waited a few seconds longer as the windows shattered in, Vector stood up first tossing his mask forward and catching the edge of the flash bang that was tossed into the room, knocking the grenade back outside, he slid up to the window and closed his eyes as the loud bang reverberated in his ears, shouts of alarm could be heard as he vaulted the window sill he grabbed a hold of the rope Umbrella's mercenaries were using, pressing the barrel of his gun to the side of the man's head he pulled the trigger, the rope continued to swing outward with his momentum and Vector undid the clasp keeping the body attached to the rope.
The body hit the ground with a thud and he planted his feet against the side of the building, he whirled around quickly firing a number of shots in rapid succession eliminating the remaining men on the side of the building, he dropped down quickly. Picking up his mask and setting it over his head, he took a deep breath as he punched a set of commands into the device on his wrist. He peered around the edge of the building as handful of armored cars pulled into the parking lot.
A moment later he disappeared from sight and dashed across the edge of the car park sliding to a stop behind a car that must have belonged to another guest staying at the hotel, he peered above the side of the car quietly as the men exited the cars.
He counted two fully geared tactical teams, all of their uniforms displaying the Umbrella logo proudly on the shoulder, he let out a snort and glanced in the direction of the room Christine was currently holed up in.
He moved out from behind the cars, his cloak would only really be given away if he moved quickly, a couple of men broke away towards the perimeter, setting up a wide area to box them in, he drew his knife silently, he grabbed one of the men by the mouth and drove the blade through his chest with a thud, he rolled with the body and shifted it behind the car he'd been hiding behind as his appearance shifted to replicate the one of the down soldier.
He approached the main group silently, his voice would give him away easily, he nodded in response to anyone asking him something, he reached a group still standing relatively close to each other, his eyes lingered on the grenade attached to one man's belt for a moment. He glanced up at the armored car a few meters from him, a soldier still manned the fifty caliber machine gun mounted atop it.
He took another breath and lowered himself slightly as he darted forward, he pulled the pin from the group stealthily and slid across the bonnet of the armored car as his appearance began to shift back the gunners eyes widened in surprise as he lined up the shot. The gunshot echoed around parking lot and the gunners head dropped back. The group shouted in alarm as the grenade on the man's belt erupted scattering shrapnel in every direction as Vector slid over the edge of the car and ducked behind it.
Machine gun fire whizzed over his head, he stayed low behind the car, eyes darting around himself quickly, he noticed his reflection in the rear view mirror and he slammed a gloved fist into the glass, picking a shard up off the ground he angled it over the car to get a look at where his opponents were.
One team had made it to the door, the other had been scattered by his initial attack but had reorganized themselves enough to shoot at him and were slowly advancing towards the car he was using as cover.
Christine took a breath as the heavy thuds of boots echoed outside the door before halting. She waited a moment and lowered towards the ground before launching forward slamming her foot into the center of the door and sending the large section of wood snapping off its hinges into the soldier that had been waiting to kick the door in, using the moment of surprise she dashed forward shoving the man over the railing before firing a shot into the chin of the guys directly behind him and grabbing the dead soldiers chest, the troops were funneled into a single file formation because of the way the second floor worked, which worked to her advantage.
Using the dead body as a shield she fired over the shoulder, catching another troop in the chest before the another moved towards her, she sidestepped and ducked beneath the punch he threw at her and she slammed her elbow into his stomach and threw him over her shoulder firing a shot into the man behind him before turning her gun to the man on the ground.
She spotted the grenade on the dead man beneath her leg and pulled the pin before vaulting the railing and rolling into her landing. The balcony exploded behind her and the team that had been after her were sent flying by the blast if they weren't killed by it outright.
The soldiers that had been focused on Vector turned to fire at her, the moment they did Vector popped up from behind his position and opened fire at them, catching one soldier in the arm and killing another with a well placed shot to the head.
Christine slid behind another one of the armored cars and popped up the fire a few shots herself. She caught the reflection of a soldier in the window beside her and she ducked as he swung a knife at her. She swept his leg out from under him and stared down her gun at him a moment before pulling the trigger, she dropped under the hail of bullets that were sent her way, while she was crouched she retrieved the man's knife, staying as low as she could she opened the door of the car, she grinned when she saw the keys still in the ignition and climbed into the car.
The windshield was bulletproof, but she couldn't make anything out through it as she started the car and slammed on the accelerator, she ripped the hand brake on the moment the car got some speed and dived out the side. The car turned slightly before the wheel locked and the vehicle went barreling over its side and rolling towards the soldiers. Who were forced to dive out of the way or be crushed, a few were slow on their reactions and the Humvee slammed into them hard.
She pushed herself to her feet and lifted her gun, firing at the few remaining soldiers as Vector vaulted the car he was behind and finished the last remaining Umbrella mercenaries.
"They found us a little faster than I expected." Christine voiced as she turned one of the dead soldiers over.
Vector lifted his arm "I called them here, Umbrella's lackey's aren't smart enough to find us on their own."
Christine stared at him "And why pray tell, would you do something so stupid? What if they sent other members of the U.S.S after us?"
"I was hoping they would, removing a few of the people who could become real pains in the ass later, right now would be beneficial besides, we needed a ride and nothing says don't ask me a single question like an armored car." Vector explained simply as he crossed his arms and admired the remaining Humvee in the parking lot.
"Oh, if I didn't know any better I'd say someone's in love." Christine taunted with a smirk.
"Allow me to respond in a way that you'd understand," Vector placed a hand on his hip and leant down slightly before he spoke "The human definition of 'love' is made of equal parts, attraction, desire, lust and admiration. In conclusion I'm sixty percent in love."
Christine rolled her eyes in response before her eyes shifted to something over his shoulder "That's flying pretty low."
Vector turned his gaze to where she'd indicated, the transport helicopter was quickly approaching them and as Christine had said it was quite low to the ground and there weren't many people on the planet that would demand a helicopter fly so low to the ground.
Vector's mouth twisted into a small smirk as his eyes narrowed on the chopper "Let's like we might have some interesting company."
The sides of the helicopter opened a two black ropes were thrown out as two people dressed in standard Umbrella Security Service black leapt out, landing across from Christine and Vector heavily.
The two stared at their opponents silently, the U.S.S member on the left focused on Vector, he couldn't tell gender through the gear, but the katana in the persons hand gave him a pretty good idea of who was in front of him.
Vector tilted his head slightly "Orochi? Is that you under their?"
"Hmph, surprised you remember my name." The distinctly male voice scoffed in return.
"Hey, I remember the names of all my potential enemies, even the bad ones like yourself." Vector taunted casually inspecting the back of his hand.
"Hah, Well I'll become a legend when I lop your head off your shoulders and take your mask back to my superiors, I'll be the man who killed Hunk's favorite." Orochi lifted his sword and set it across the arm.
"Oh, the winner gets to take a prize?" Vector asked as he took up his stance and drew his knife, flattening the back of the blade to his forearm.
"Think you can deal with the other one?" Vector asked Christine quietly.
Christine's eyes narrowed on her opponent, the unnamed U.S.S member stared directly at her challenging, the operative had no obvious weapons on them "I'm sure I can handle it, I was top of my class as well after all."
Vector glanced at her "Top of the class of nerds." He taunted under his breath.
Orochi launched forward "Saying your last goodbyes?" The man shouted as he brought his sword down, Vector deflected with his knife and chuckled.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He struck low, slamming his boot into the sword wielders leg, the man grunted and threw a punch at Vector's head, who promptly ducked. Before jumping back out of the way of the sword swinging across towards his gut.
Vector changed his stance quickly flipped the knife around in his hand and dashing forward, he slashed down and tossed the knife into his other hand as he swept his leg low, Orochi jumped the sweep and brought his sword down as Vector brought his knife up, the blades clattered against each other, Vector angled his knife away to deflect Orochi's sword and threw a punch at the man's head with his free hand.
Orochi shifted his head to the side and caught Vector's arm, slamming his elbow into the man's mask and tossing him a few meters away, Vector tumbled over and slid along the ground before popping back to his feet, he stared at Orochi and placed a hand against the side of his neck, turning his had lazily the bone popped loudly as Vector took a breath.
Vector flipped the knife around in his hand as he rose to his feet, he lowered slightly before launching towards his opponent, he inputted a quick set of commands into his wrist device and swung into a wild punch. Orochi ducked beneath it as Vector passed him and flickered once before disappearing.
Vector spun quickly driving his foot into his opponents knee, Orochi grunted as he fell to the ground and swung his sword across in the direction he'd been struck. Vector turned over his opponents blade and flipped his knife around as he cut across Orochi's shoulder, he landed low as the sword sailed over his head and he drove forward placing another quick slice beneath the man's arm.
Orochi growled in frustration and swung at him wildly, Vector dodged the two quick slashes and dove forward slamming both his feet into the man's chest as he cloak ran out "What's wrong Orochi, you look like you're fighting a ghost."
The man let out a shout and charged him, Vector twisted around the sword wielders slashes and struck in the split second gaps he had, each little cut he made was not on its own lethal, but they racked up. Both in the pain they caused and the blood loss they'd accumulate.
The fatigue was beginning to show visibly, Orochi's movements continued to get slowed as Vector's back hit the wall of the motel and Orochi swung down in a hard overhead strike, the sword caught the wall above Vector's head and the man staggered back as Vector pressed forward driving his knife up against his opponents neck and slicing across, as Orochi fell to his knee's Vector snatched the sword out of the quickly dying mans hands.
"Winner gets a prize right?" He voiced simply as he admired the side of the folded metal blade, it caught the light and glinted, he removed his mask and dropped it onto Orochi's back "You can keep the mask, that's an old chapter of my life."
He grabbed the sheath for the katana of the downed mans back and glanced across as Christine's fight with the unnamed operative. He sheathed the blade and sat down idly, leaving the sword beside him.
Christine's eyes narrowed as she curved back out of the way of her opponents punch, flipping over she caught the ma in the chin with her foot and drew her gun, firing a shot at him as she advanced. The operative lifted his left arm and the sound of something charging could be heard before the bullet reflected on what looked to be a panel of hard light and into the ground.
She drew her knife and ducked beneath another punch, she could hear the energy behind it crackling over her head as she drove her fist into the operatives wrist, she slashed a strap on the inner part of the man's forearm and they let out a grunt as the knife sliced through their arm. She spun low and slammed her foot into the man's chest as she grabbed the glove and it was pulled free of the operatives arm. Who went head over heels rolling away from her before sliding to a stop.
She studied the device built into the wrist guard for a few moments before slipping it over her right hand and clenching her fist "I'll be taking this."
"I'll get it back in a moment girly." The operative hissed simply as he charged her.
The device's operation was quite simple, there was a button on the side of the index finger that worked to charge it when she clenched her fist, she ducked the man's punch and slammed the hard light panel into his chest, she heard the bones crunch beneath the blow and she slammed her leg into the operatives knee, it cracked inwards and he dropped to his knee with a pained shout she placed the barrel of her P229 against his forehead and pulled the trigger, she pulled the other device free of the operatives arm as he fell to the ground. She looked over to where Vector was seated casually with his elbow resting against his knee.
"You could have helped." She shot at him dryly.
"You looked like you had it all under control, besides you got some goodies." Vector shrugged as he grabbed the sword and got to his feet.
"I'd hardly call kinetic deflectors 'goodies' but yes, I did." Christine said an air of pride in her tone.
"You wanna drive or shall I?" Vector offered, swinging the cars keys around his finger and holding them out dramatically.
Christine snatched the keys from his hand "Don't need you breaking any more ribs." She scoffed simply as she strode away from him and around the car, he tilted his head slightly as she walked passed.
He shook his head and turned his eyes onto the horizon, he began punching a set of numbers into the phone on his wrist as he got into the passenger seat of the car.
"You better not be calling in another fight." Christine warned dangerously.
"Not this time." Vector chuckled as he finished dialing the number and put it on speaker holding it between them as the phone was answered.
"Hello?" The familiar voice questioned unsurely.
"Hey there kiddo," Vector voiced simply with a smirk on his face "It's your new best friends."
"So, you made it out of Raccoon City after all?" Leon's voice held more relief than anything else.
"Aw, you doubted us?" Vector quipped with a laugh.
"Not exactly," Leon sighed in response "I'm sorry about your team."
"They made their choices," Christine cut in simply "Where are you?"
"Currently? In a crappy motel trying to come up with a way to make sure Umbrella burn for what they did." Leon replied angrily.
Vector chuckled "Well, we have just the thing to help you with that. We've got more than a few reasons to hate Umbrella ourselves."
"Then we need to meet up, are you mobile?" Leon asked
"Of course, just name a place." Christine answered quickly.
"Sanctuary, it's a bar in the town I grew up. I'm safe to assume you know where that is?" Leon voiced simply
"You're definitely safe to assume that," Vector chuckled "See you there kid."
"Heading for Sanctuary are we?" Christine raised a brow.
"Seems fitting doesn't it?" Vector laughed.
"That aptly describes it." Christine nodded as she started the car.
Sanctuary was more than a little rundown, at some point it seemed like the establishment was going for a gothic motif, complete with gargoyles and stained glass windows, now it was just a dirty bar wayward souls would find themselves in when they had nowhere else to go.
Perfect for people like them.
Vector swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand idly, Leon hadn't attempted to make any contact with them, so either the kid had gotten captured or he hadn't arrived. Either path was completely viable but both had the same outcome. They wouldn't be leaving for awhile.
"Yous two aren't from round these parts are ye?" Vector resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"There isn't really anyone from 'round these parts'." He returned levelly, the entire town had a population of three hundred and fifty people, it was an everyone knows everyone neighborhood, he glanced across at Christine and took a long sip of his drink.
"Sorry, my partner's a little tired from the long drive," She managed a kind smile quite well, he made a noise in the back of his throat and she shot him a glare "We are just passing through on our way to see some old friends."
"No need to explain dearie," The middle aged bartender replied with a polite nod " I'm sure you and your boyfriend will enjoy your time here."
Christine frowned and opened her mouth, likely to the correct the man before he walked away, she didn't get the chance as he engaged someone else in conversation. Vector cracked an eye open to look at her "Now that just inspired confidence, am I that bad?"
She shot him another look before leaning forward and tilting her head "Hm, I don't know. Perhaps you'd be adequate," She smirked as her eyes rolled over him playfully "Of course I'd have to test you thoroughly."
"That an invitation or a challenge Eyes?" He returned with an equally playful grin.
The woman shrugged in response as she sipped at her drink and allowed her eyes to roam across the bar, she inclined towards the door with her head and Vector glanced over. Leon spotted them after a few seconds of looking, the blonde haired child he'd spotted on the train on his arm, he gave the bartender a kind wave as he strode over to the table.
"I figured you'd still be with the other woman, unless that's your in which case damn you work fast." Vector quipped quickly as he glanced at the child.
Leon frowned at him and opened his mouth to argue, instead he just sighed "You never actually told me your names."
"I'm Christine," Christine introduced simply "And whose this little angel." The woman cooed with a smile directed at the girl.
"Sherry," The small blonde introduced, nodding her head slightly "Nice to meet you properly."
"You can just call me Vector, everyone does." Vector replied as he finished the rest of his drink.
"Leon? I never thought I'd see you again, Raccoon City's destruction is all over the news, hell of an accident to wipe out a whole city like that." The bartender walked over a pleasantly surprised look on his face.
"I never actually arrived in the city Gerome," Leon lied coolly "Military had it all quarantined, I stayed for as long as I could to assist."
Gerome nodded "You know these two?"
"They were helping with the evacuation, a lot of people owe these two their lives." Christine kept the kind smile plastered on her face and Vector just continued his drinking calmly.
"Oh, in that case your next rounds on the house, consider it a welcome back gift." The old man smiled and clapped Leon on the back before walking off back to the bar.
"Sherry, you okay to sit here with Aunty Christine while Vector and I talk?" Leon asked simply, Sherry nodded and Vector got to his feet, allowing Leon to place the girl where he'd been sitting opposite Christine.
Leon and Vector made their way over to the bar "What are you drinking?" Leon asked cordially.
"Whiskey," Vector replied watching the man calmly "So, what's the deal?"
Leon sighed as he sipped at his drink "You don't have a lot of time, they only let me bring Sherry because I convinced them you would think something was up if I showed up alone. Claire's gone off searching for her brother."
"I have a feeling all the Redfield's in one spot is not gonna end well," Vector commented as he sipped at his drink "But that's not what I was asking. What deal did you get?"
"They want to recruit me into a special division of the military, they've been investigating Umbrella for yours. They know who you and Christine are, they sent me as the diplomatic option." Leon explained quickly.
"Let me guess, join the division or answer for our crimes?" Vector took a slightly longer drag of his drink.
"That's pretty much the gist of it." Leon nodded "Whatever you decide, I'll do whatever I can to help you."
Vector slid the small drive with all the evidence the military would need to burn Umbrella completely across to Leon "Just make sure Umbrella pays for what they did."
Leon took the drive and frowned at him "Don't worry, we won't hurt them too much. You and Sherry should get out of here."
Vector strode back over towards Christine with a smile on his face "The talk go well?"
"Well enough," Vector returned casually, Leon picked Sherry up "Looks like Sanctuary's a bust though."
Christine sighed and down the remainder of her drink, Vector pulled his sleeve back and began entering a few commands into his wrist device, the glass around them shattered and the lights winked out with a loud bang.
Whilst the military searched the building for them, they'd already jumped into the street outside and made a beeline for the car they'd arrived in, Vector slammed his foot down, the car swerved into the street and Leon watched it speed away from them.
"General, I'd like to make a request," The older man turned to face him and lifted a brow, Leon held the flash drive Vector had given him up simply "This drive contains every bit of information you'll need to burn Umbrella for what they did in Raccoon City, it was procured by the people you were attempting to arrest in there."
"What is it you want Kennedy? I'm not interested in games." The general barked gruffly.
"I want my friends to remain off America's most wanted list, they are not the enemy Umbrella and their experiments are," Leon responded strongly "If you refuse, not only will I refuse to join you're little outfit. I'll make sure none of this information ever see's the light of day."
The general stared at the younger man for a few stagnant seconds "Well, if nothing else surviving that city certainly gave you some stones. You've my word, you give me that drive your friends won't be pursued further." Leon inclined his head quickly.
"Thank you sir." The General accepted the drive and glanced in the direction the Humvee had gone.
"Sir are we going to pursue?" His sergeant asked quickly.
"Negative Sergeant, we've got what we came for and we have a bigger fish to fry, let's pack up!" The General turned on his heel quickly and strode away.
Leon glanced in the direction Vector and Christine had gone a moment, before following after his new boss.
A/N: And that's chapter 2! I played around with the idea of Vector and Four Eyes joining the military in this chapter, but I think I'm gonna hold off on it a little while. Let them enjoy civilian life for a chapter or two before shit starts REALLY hitting the fan.
Regardless I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter as well and I will see you all in the next one, peace!