Sorry, I know, I know. I should have updated. My apologies to all my readers. But I'm back and I hope you enjoy the story.

"Um, are you planning on sitting there for a few days until I decide or something?" Leon didn't understand what this guy's deal was. But if Leon didn't want to go. There is no way in hell that this Chris Redfield is going to force him! Chris just tilted his head a little and gazed at Leon. Leon held it for a moment and then looked away. Maybe this was a hypnotizing thing. He didn't really believe in that bullshit anyway, but safety first! Leon's was actually feeling quite warm.

"We don't have a few days Mr. Kennedy." Chris meant it to sound grave. And it did. The effect worked. Leon looked a little alarmed.

"What's the rush? And please don't call me Mr. Kennedy. That was my old man. Just Leon for me."

" Fair enough. If you call me Chris or Christopher. The rush is, Leon, that there is the possibility of more B.O.W's being created by the Los Illuminados. You did take out quite a few of them. But not all. Leon," Chris sounded desperate, " please don't make me use force. There is a real threat out there and we need the help of someone with experience. That someone is you."

"Alright, Alright! I'll do it! I want something in return though."

"Whatever it is as long as I can give it."

"After this, no more government in my life. I mean none."

"Deal. The car is out front. I'll wait here while you pack your gear. I'm sure you still have all your old equipment. Bring it. Just in case."

"Yes, mother," Leon voiced sarcastically and went to do just that.

About twenty minutes later he had packed all his clothes, gear, and some money into a military satchel. He threw it on the seat next to Chris. He jumped up in a defensive stance, aiming at Leon.

"Stand down, I'm not going to hurt you," Leon said with a chuckle. Chris said nothing, but Leon noticed the now bloodshot eyes. Had he been crying? Or sleeping?

" Are you okay? You seem a little haggard compared to twenty minutes ago."

"Yeah, I'm fine. You have all your stuff?" His voice was a little shaky.

"Yeah." Leon looked at Chris warily.

"Then let's go. The plane leaves in 45 minutes." Leon took one last look at his dream home when Chris drove huge black SUV on the curve on the sand that would lead them to the Port town and the airport.

Leon was so tired of all the waiting by the time he got on the special flight plane he could hardly keep his eyes open. He slumped in the first seat across from Chris and closed his eyes. He was ready for a long flight. Chris looked over at Leon and said, "Get some rest. You look like you could use it."

Leon smiled, "From what you looked like on my couch, you could too."

"Lets both just get some rest." And sleep they did. Until Leon had the nightmare again.