Crossing Lines: Chapter Four

It wasn't a situation the both of them didn't count on, but it was most definitely not called for. After everything the both had endured so far, they weren't in the mood to deal with another villian who thought himself the best of all. Being trapped in some abandoned factory in Japan was not the ideal place to get stuck - leave alone get stuck with someone who most likely was out to kill them both like mouses trapped by the cat. This entire problem just escalated more and more, and like always, Leon was confident he'd get Jake out of this, if that decision was forced upon him.

Jake was already done with this. He hated fancy ass shows and he wasn't willing to overstay his visit. He immediately pointed his gun towards the man on the elevated level and sent a glare. "Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are we here - actually, don't answer that. I'm gonna kill you and then I'm out of this shit hole you made your house." The mercenary was thin on temper and it was testing him. Perhaps that was what the stranger wanted, see how far he can drive the both of them crazy. Leon, on the other hand, was looking around and calculating his options. His eyes now and then lingered to Jake and the stranger before he'd eventually prompted a question himself. Though compared to Jake, his tone of voice was calm and collected, considered the situation. "Who are you and what do you want from us?" The seasoned agent kept a firm grip on his gun he held in his right hand, resting against his thigh. If anyone was used to sketchy and lame villains, it was Leon. He wasn't easily surprised anymore and it honestly bored him. The male eventually spoke as he looked down at the two. "Agent Kennedy and Jake Wesker..I've invited you both for my experiment and I had hoped you would be more thankful for this opportunity. Especially you, agent Kennedy. Do you remember the plaga?" A tone that was both defiant and mocking - it ought to work on both if he tested them correctly. Jake was already about to fall into a fit of cursing and shooting if Leon hadn't beaten him to answering before it. He saw Jake's expression contort into distaste as his surname was spoken - the one that belonged to his father. The worst of all. The blonde now took the reins of the situation as the older one, reminiscing of the plaga. Straddler, Krauser, Luis..

He remembered it all like it was yesterday. How the plaga was injected to his body and consuming him. The insects controlling him and forcing him to do the unthinkable. He never wants a repeat of that. "Ofcourse you remember it. Even if it was so long ago. All these years..we've managed to preserve one sample and it has grown to become incredibly strong. And we only thought it fair that you'd be the one to try it first. And for you, Jake, I've other plans." He smiled broadly as he turned around and motioned with a hand. The factory began to shake as the valves popped open and gas began to fill the room. There was little time to respond as Jake shot at the man, missing several times and wasting his ammo in anger. He smacked the hilt of the gun against his head and groaned in annoyance. "Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!" Leon swallowed. "Hunnigan. He released a gas. Can you hurry?" The agent shook his head and covered his mouth with his free hand and the coughing began. They weren't going to get very far if they passed out or got captured. "I'm trying, Leon, but I can't get through. He's thrown me out of the system." Leon gritted his teeth for the moment as he nodded. He glanced at Jake who was already hunched and falling prey to the gas, slowly sinking to the ground. "Jake, Jake! Stay awake!"

Fucking shitballs. This was equally as bad as Estonia.

"I'm trying, goddamnit. This isn't the vacation I had in mind, ugh!" Jake planted his hand against the ground, kneeling as his vision turned clouded and his inner battle started to become a losing one. Leon ran over to him, trying to block out the gas from being inhaled by himself as he sought to help Jake up, but it was in vain. The gas was everywhere and it started to become the victor. A loud thud was heard as Leon collapsed near Jake. "Leon? Are you there? Leon!" Hunnigan spoke as she received no response. She had sent help but that would be long before they'd arrive. Too long. But Hunnigan knew Leon was a capable agent. He could always get himself out of the worst situations. This once included. A few hours later and Leon slowly woke up. He felt dizzy and his head was dreadfully heavy. It felt like his head could fall off anytime, any moment. His gaze wandered around before he saw Jake across from him in a chair. The room itself was nothing like the factory. It looked like some lab, only they weren't the one experimenting. They were the experiments. Leon tried to push out of the chair with some force but his arms and legs were restrained by straps. He perused the room again in hope to find something or someway to get out. But despite his experience, his eyes found nothing. His fists clenched as he saw a little bandaid on his neck in the reflection of the glass behind Jake. He feared the worst as it stung with his movement.

"Jake.." He uttered lowly as there was hardly a response. Jake seemed far gone and if he was right, he'd be alive still. He acknowledged the shallow breathing, the heaving of the man's chest and the wounds that were gone. None of them were present anymore from the Lickers. What were they here for? Moments later, a voice spoke through a TV just on their left. "I see you've awoken. Good. Then the experiment went without issue. How do you feel, agent Kennedy?". Leon glared vaguely. He didn't want a damn repeat of this again. "Not any better with hearing or seeing you." He bit back. There was much he wanted to say, but it was childish. The male adjusted his black sunglasses and smiled in the TV. "I see you've still got your attitude. Save your energy. You'll need it.." Leon gritted his teeth again as he stared and remained silent for a moment. "For what?". The male looked to Jake who still was asleep. He smiled ever so wickedly and looked back to Leon who was putting things together in his head. And the outcome was no good. "No..- no. You can't do this. This is crazy!" Leon was losing it, gradually. Fighting someone he cared for or someone who was innocent was there worst thing he ever had done. "It won't be long. Do enjoy yourself."

A button was pressed and the restrains on Jake opened up. His eyelids moved somewhat as he eventually opened his eyes and looked straight at Leon. "Alright, I had enough of this hokus pokus bullshit. We're gonna get out right now." Jake sprung up as he sustained the same dizziness as Leon. He composed himself before moving to Leon, fiddling with restraints. Leon frowned mildly. Was this the choice? "Jake..he's infected me. You got to go. Get out of here."