Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, CAPCOM does. I just like mussing about with canon.

She had taken up post at the highest point in the canyon while Leon cleaned house with his shotgun. She wasn't sure how many villagers the 'Big Cheese' had stationed in the canyon, having lost count after four or five consecutive kills. She only had two rounds left for her rifle and hoped the seemingly never-ending onslaught would end soon.

Alma watched Leon through her scope, seeing him give her a thumbs up after checking the last shack. She sighed heavily, shouldering her rifle and jumped down off her post, climbing down the ladder the rest of the way.

"Nice shooting, Ngyuen," Leon complimented her.

"Thanks Kennedy. Could say the same about you," she replied, following him to a set of doors which had a strange hexagonal indentation in place of handles.

"Looks like we need to find something that fits this hole," Leon stated, turning from the door.

"Because keys are clearly way too mainstream for these guys," Alma grumbled sarcastically, resting a hand on her hip. "What do we do now?"

"Start looking?" he suggested, grasping her shoulder and giving it a gentle shake before walking away. Alma pursed her lips in annoyance, checking that her guns were loaded.

"I am not getting paid enough for this," she muttered, raking a hand through her disheveled hair. It had come free from the bun she had put it in that morning (had it really only been a day?) and she combed her fingers through it. Alma pulled her hair up off her shoulders, fastening it in a messy ponytail so it was out of her sweaty face.

Heaving a sigh Alma turned her attention back to the canyon and entered a nearby house. She rifled through the lockers and crates, coming up empty handed.

"What am I even looking for?" she groaned, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes and smoothing her bangs back. "This is stupid."

As soon as the words left her mouth she heard her radio beep with an incoming call. Alma arched a brow, withdrawing her headset from her radio holder and hooked it around her ear.

"Uh, yeah?" she said tentatively into the receiver. "What is it Kennedy?"

"Do you see that chest on top of the ridge?" Alma exited the house, seeing Leon standing on the roof of another roughly half a dozen yards away. "It might have the other half of this. Can you check?"

She squinted a bit, seeing him holding what looked like a blue stone. "Sure. I was already up there but whatever."

Alma headed over to the ladder she had used earlier, climbing it swiftly. She reached a small platform, resting her hands on her hips. She was nimble, sure, but she didn't think she was tall enough to reach the top without a boost.

"Need a hand, Ngyuen?" Alma chewed the inside of her cheek, biting back a scathing response. Did he think she was incompetent or something? Some weak girl that needed a man's help? How dare he!

Exhaling sharply through her nose she cracked her knuckles, crouched down and launched herself upwards, kicking twice off the cliff side before grabbing hold of the platform overhead. When she was sure she had a good grip she hauled her body up in one fluid motion, climbing to her feet.

Alma glanced over towards her partner, flicking her bangs out of her face with a toss of her head. "I'm good. Thanks though."

She heard a soft snort over the radio, similar to a laugh if she didn't know any better. "I'll see you down at the door when you've got the other half then."

"Fine by me." Alma replied curtly, trying to hide the fact that her breathing was slightly labored. She hadn't scaled a wall like that since basic training and her shoulders were aching from the effort.

She retrieved the other half of the stone and headed back the way she had come. Leon was waiting patiently by the door, hand outstretched to receive the emblem. Alma tossed it his way, seeing him place it alongside the other piece. She quirked a brow, seeing a strange symbol etched in the center of the pieces before hearing what sounded like tumblers beginning to rotate.

The door opened a few moments later, just far enough to allow the agents to slip through before slamming shut behind them.

"Look out for the bear traps."

"I'm more worried about the trip wire myself," Leon replied, skirting his way around the tree as Alma hoisted herself fully out of the well. They were on a small hill that led to a large two-story house. Guns at the ready, Alma decided to take point, opening the door and revealing a staircase.

"Ugh, stairs are a tactical nightmare," she grumbled, wishing she had a shotgun at her disposal. She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if Leon would be sweet enough as to loan her his for the time being.

The sound of a shotgun racking, in her opinion, was one of the most unsettling and frightening sounds she'd ever heard when she started training at the police academy. It was a virtually unmistakable sound that had even the most hardened criminals coming out from cover during raids and turning themselves in so they didn't end up with more holes in them than Swiss cheese.

However, she didn't think the sound of a shotgun racking would scare these sorts of enemies away. Didn't stop her from wanting a boomstick regardless…

Luckily the ascent was made without incident and the agents found themselves in front of a locked door that had a weird blue ball set in the middle of it.

"Looks like it rotates. Guess it has to look like one of these symbols," Leon suggested, beginning to fuss with said-ball before the proper insignia came up and the door unlocked with a loud click.

The door then slid open, revealing a bedroom with a desk in one corner, a wardrobe in the opposite, and a bed with a journal lying on top of it.

Leon picked it up, looking it over while Alma examined the rest of the room. She came across some handgun ammo in a drawer as well as a fancy silver key in a jewelry box, resting on a plush red cushion. She pocketed it, just in case, before hearing Leon chuckle softly.

"Just great. Listen to this."

"Listening," she replied, giving him her undivided attention.

"As instructed by Lord Saddler, I have the agents in confinement alive. I do not fully understand what the lord's intentions are. I would however think he'd keep them separate, not confine them together as have been ordered. I do not believe Luis will trust a stranger but by chance they did cooperate the situation could get a bit more complicated. If for some reason an unknown third party is involved, I don't think they'd let a chance like this slip by. But maybe it's all Lord Saddler's ploy. Leaving us vulnerable so this third party will surface, if they even exist that is."

Alma exchanged a concerned look with Leon, nodding for him to continue reading.

"It is an unlikely possibility but if a prowler is already amongst us then our plans could be ruined. I guess the lord thinks it's worth the risk if we're able to stop whatever conspiracy is at work. At any rate it's the Lord's call, we will trust his judgment as always. Chief Bitores Mendez."

"Oh my god," Alma groaned for what must have been the twentieth time that day, rubbing her gloved hands over her face. "What the hell have we gotten ourselves into? And who's 'Lord Saddler'?"

"No idea, but I have a bad feeling we'll be finding out soon enough," Leon stated grimly, shutting the book with a sharp snap and tossed it back onto the bed. "Let's go. We have to get back to the village proper and gain access to that church."

"Roger, roger," Alma stated, giving him a half-assed salute before sidling past him and opening the bedroom door cautiously before stopping in the doorway.

"Why'd you stop-?" Leon asked, having run into her back accidentally. Alma held a finger to her lips, pointing towards the stairs at the end of the hall. Leon quirked a brow before hearing people speaking.

"Hay un rumor de que hay un extranjero entre nostros."

"Nuestro jefe se cuidara de la rata."

"Su 'la Plaga' es much major que la nuestra," the first male said with a laugh. Alma turned her head, lips brushing his jaw accidentally with the movement, not realizing he was still practically standing on top of her. She could feel his chest pressed against her back as he towered over her by a few inches.

Her brain decided it was a great time to let her know that their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together and she had a hard time fighting down a blush.

"There's at least two down there," she murmured, feeling him nod in agreement.

"Watch yourself," he warned her as she stepped into the hallway.

"Tienes razon, es un hombre," the second man replied.

"What are they saying?" he asked softly. "I can't make out all of it." Alma shrugged lightly.

"Ah, well my Spanish is pretty rusty but I caught something about foreigners, probably meaning us and then something about las Plagas? I think that means 'the plagues' or something similar. They also said that the boss would take care of the rats, probably meaning us again," she roughly translated.

"That's better than I got, I heard Plagas and rats," Leon said sheepishly as she grinned before stepping fully into the hallway, only to notice a large shadow looming over them from behind.

Next thing she knew she was airborne, crashing into a heap on the opposite side of the hall from Leon.

"What the fuck?" she growled, cradling her head in her hands and tasting blood in her mouth. She quickly rolled to her feet, reaching for an unfortunately empty holster, realizing in dismay that her gun was at the feet of what appeared to be the 'Big Cheese'.

"Mendez, I presume?" she called, turning his attention from Leon to her. He looked between the knife in her hand to her face, tilting his head to the side like an inquisitive child might with mismatched eyes.

"You two carry the same blood as us, it seems. Nevertheless, you both are outsiders," he began, voice low and gravelly. He dropped Leon unceremoniously to the ground, facing the two agents. "Just remember should you become unpleasant to our eyes, you'll both face severe consequences."

With that he whirled around, long coat swishing majestically behind him before he entered the room they had just left, door shutting with a harsh clang.

"Same blood?" Leon coughed, rubbing his abused throat. Alma jogged forward, grabbing her Picador from the ground.

"Let's go," she ordered, adopting a tactical shooting stance.

"Alma, wait-." Leon didn't finish the rest of his sentence before Alma abruptly kicked the door in-

-and ended up sailing over the bed into the wardrobe via brutal bitch slap. She reflexively squeezed the trigger, a wild shot connecting with a picture on the wall.

The world tilted wildly and she found it difficult to breathe for a few moments.

She heard Leon call her name, followed by the sounds of a struggle. Alma heaved herself up, fighting the urge to vomit with the sudden jerking of her head before hearing two gunshots ring out.

Mendez paused, turning his attention towards the window. Alma squinted through watery eyes, seeing what looked like a person in red nonchalantly hanging outside the window. Mendez removed his boot from Leon's chest and charged the window.

Alma heard the unmistakable 'whir' of a hook shot gun retracting as the Chief went soaring out said-window, missing the person by a few precious inches.

Both agents were silent for a few minutes, save for their ragged breathing. Once they were sure they weren't in immediate danger Leon rounded on her.

"What the hell, Nguyen!?"

"Tch, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she scoffed, collecting her gun from the floor and frowning when she saw a scratch in the metalwork of the barrel.

"You could've been killed," he snapped, using his height to his advantage and towering over her. Alma was quite pleased she didn't wither under his verbal onslaught, instead setting her jaw and rested her hands on her hips. She had endured worse dressing-downs during her time with SWAT and wasn't the slightest bit intimidated (okay, maybe she was a little bit intimidated but she wasn't going to let him know).

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" she was unable to stifle a wince when he swore at her.

"Obviously I was thinking I was gonna get away with it and not have to explain myself," she replied in a nonchalant tone of voice, wiping the blood from her lip before he grabbed her arm.

"I don't need you dying on me."

"It would look pretty bad on the damage report eh?"

"Damn it Alma," Leon very-nearly growled, yanking her closer and burying his face in the side of her neck. "You idiot."

She felt the heat rise in her cheeks when his arms came around her middle in a tight embrace. "Uh, L-Leon-?"

"Shut up," he muttered. "Let me be pissed off at you for a minute."

She swallowed tightly, unsure how to react to the immensely strange and abrupt show of affection from her partner. Alma drew back, brow furrowing in confusion when she noticed a weird reddish-gold tint to his eyes. However, it seemed as soon as she witnessed it the color was gone, fading back to sky-blue irises.

"Are you…okay…?" she asked cautiously, stepping out of his arms a few feet away.

"Y-yeah, uh-," he swallowed tightly, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment as he turned his head from her. "I-I honestly don't know where that came from. I'm sorry for being out of line."

"It-it's okay," she sheepishly replied, looking down at her tactical boots. "Uh, guess we should-go, or something?"

"S-sure, yeah. Wow, that was…"

"Yeah."

"Can we-?"

"Pretend that never happened? Sounds great," she reassured him, wondering if the freaky glowy eyes and odd behavior had anything to do with them 'carrying the same blood' as the villagers.

Did that mean they were infected with 'las plagas' or something?

Alma frowned, folding her arms over her chest as she followed Leon out of the bedroom. How could they have been infected though? Was it when-

"Shit," she muttered under her breath in realization. They must have been infected after their first encounter with Mendez, when they were unconscious for an undetermined period of time.

Alma rubbed a hand unconsciously over her neck, nervously licking her lips. Wasn't that just fan-fucking-tastic?

"Ngyuen, you okay?" she glanced up, gray eyes meeting concerned sky blue.

"Yeah. I'm…yeah," she trailed off, unshouldering her rifle and checking it over. She was sure she had an imprint or bruise of said-rifle in her back but it looked to be in working order for the most part.

The agents were spared from the suddenly awkward silence when Leon's communicator beeped.

She heard him breathe a soft sigh of what she assumed was relief, pulling it from his belt and flipping it open.

"Leon, I've been able to get some new info that might help you," Hunnigan stated in a voice that was all business.

"Fill us in."

"Apparently there's a religious cult group involved. They're called the Los Illuminados," she said.

"Los Illuminados? Psh, that's a mouthful. Anyway, we've just had an unexpected run-in with the Big Cheese of this village," Leon said.

"But you're okay, right?" Ignoring Alma's disbelieving snort in the background, Leon continued.

"Yeah, we're in one piece. He could've killed us but he let us live and he also mentioned something about us carrying the same blood as them," Leon said.

"'Carry the same blood'…Hm, interesting…," Hunnigan trailed off.

"Anyway, there are more important things than solving riddles right now."

"You're right, hurry and find that church Leon."

"Wilco," he replied curtly before the screen went dark. "You ready?"

"Who me? Oh, sure. I'm looking forward to this about as much as I look forward to getting diarrhea," Alma snorted sarcastically, eliciting an amused huff from her partner.

"C'mon Ngyuen, let's move out."

"You think this guy is that Saddler dude?" Alma called from the opposite end of the house, staring at a picture on the wall.

"Maybe. His face seems to be plastered everywhere," Leon replied, examining a picture of a lake. "Maybe this lake is around here somewhere."

"Well I'm sure they didn't get that imported from Italy," Alma retorted, coming up behind him. "Find anything useful?"

"An incendiary grenade and some shotgun shells in a cabinet," he shrugged.

"Better than nothing. I wish we were better equipped for this."

"Me too," he agreed, opening the back door slowly. "Shit."

"What is it?" Alma asked quietly, trying to peer past him.

"Two villagers that I can see, one of which has a chainsaw," he answered. "Think you can peg the unarmed one without hitting Leatherface?"

"Um, duh?" Alma replied arrogantly, raising her rifle and peering down the scope before realizing with dismay that the scope lens was cracked. "Shit."

"What is it?"

"Scope is busted. Must've happened during our encounter with the Big Cheese."

"Can't you, I don't know, 360 no-scope him or something?"

"What do you think this is, a video game?" Alma snorted in disbelief, giving him a sour look over her shoulder.

"Hmph, and you call yourself a sniper?" Leon retorted quietly. "All snipers I know can do it."

"Yeah, on Call of Duty maybe," she was unable to stifle a laugh, having realized he was teasing her. She removed the scope from the claw mount, leaving just the iron sights. "You're lucky I've got some good eyeballs."

"How well can you see?"

"20/10."

"Those are good eyeballs," he agreed.

"Yup," she replied, raising the rifle once more-

-and completely missed her mark.

The unarmed villager came running forward, the chainsaw wielder revved up said-weapon, and she could audibly hear Leon smack a hand to his forehead in disbelief.

"It's been a while since I've shot with iron sights," she snapped waspishly, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "And there are three men, not two."

Rather than replying Leon took charge of the situation, making short work of their opponents with his shotgun.

"Why hasn't he dissolved like the rest?" Alma asked, toeing the dead chainsaw enemy cautiously.

"I don't know, maybe he's stronger or something?" Leon sighed, dragging a hand back through his hair. "Let's get going. We need to reach the church before sundown."

"Hard to believe it's only been a few hours since all this shit started," Alma said, falling into step alongside him down the path.

"Yeah. I just hope Ashley is okay."

"Yeah…"

"Hey, chuck me some ammo!" Alma called, emptying the last of her handgun rounds into the sickle-wielding man before her, spinning spryly on her toes and slamming a booted heel into her opponent's jaw. Alma paused long enough to kneel over him and buried her knife in his skull. He writhed around for a moment before melting into goop

"Kinda…busy…right now," she heard Leon grunt as he slammed his elbow into the Ganado who had him in a chokehold, sending the male sprawling to the ground before dodging the others around him.

"Stop swinging that thing around, it's dangerous," she scolded her opponent, ducking an axe heaved her way. Her body moved forward instinctively, spinning a cheap low kick to sweep his feet out from beneath him and knock him onto his back. As he started to stand, Alma wrapped her left forearm around the front of his neck, locking her right hand over her left wrist, pushing her chest forward and bending his back towards her. With a sharp, precise twist and pull, his neck snapped like kindling beneath her grip, body dissolving as he fell to the ground. Breathing heavily, Alma glanced upwards, seeing the shocked look on Leon's face.

"Wha-?"

"Struggle Snuggle Academy," she reminded him. "My dad was a former Navy SEAL before he got into wrestling."

"Gotcha. Looks like that was the last of them."

"Good, because Alma has no ammo," she sighed, resting a hand on her hip. "This is not going well." She avoided looking at the officer still burning in the village proper. "But I've gotta say, these guys can make some seriously good funeral pyres. Poor bastard has been on fire for at least eight or nine hours."

Leon glanced over his shoulder at her but refrained from commenting, seeing the downcast look in her eyes despite the half-hearted smirk on her face. She seemed to be the type that responded to stressful situations with black humor and he'd heard worse remarks during his training for the government.

"That must be the cult symbol we've been seeing everywhere," he nodded towards the church door, several long strides carrying him over to it. "Looks like we need a key."

"Here." He glanced up just in time to catch the silver key she had launched his way. "Took from Mendez's house."

"Why?"

"I like shiny things," she shrugged casually, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"Touché," Leon replied, unlocking the door as the pair headed inside.

"So let me get this straight. In this church there is a secret passage that leads under this church to another church," Alma said aloud, following Leon down a damp tunnel.

"Seems that way," he agreed, sloshing through a puddle. "Hold up."

"What is it-?" he nodded forward towards a man wearing a long ratty coat with a handkerchief over his mouth standing next to a pedestal with a blue flame glowing atop it.

"Hello strangers. Got something that might interest ya'."

"I somehow doubt that-," Alma trailed off when he opened his jacket, revealing pockets full of ammunition that they desperately needed. "Oh…well then."

"Got a collection of good things on sale, strangers."

"Who are you?" Leon asked cautiously while Alma strode forward and began perusing the 'wares' he had for sale.

"I'm just a simple merchant trying to get by," he said dismissively with a wave of his hand.

"Can I trade you some of these for some of those?" Alma asked, withdrawing a few small jewels from her cargo pocket. "I need some handgun ammo and rifle rounds."

"Where did you get those?" Leon asked in disbelief.

"We just had this conversation Leon, remember? I like shiny things."

Leon simply sighed in response, shaking his head.

"Sure thing stranger," the Merchant replied eagerly before tilting his head to the side. "What happened to your rifle?"

"Busted scope," she informed him, completing their transaction. "You wouldn't happen to have one I could trade you for, would you?"

"Not with me though I have a shop a little further down near the lake. I'm sure I have one there I'd be willing to part with."

"We'll see you there then," Alma answered.

"We will?" Leon asked with a raised brow, resting a hand on his hip.

"Yup. And don't be so sour, I got you some goodies too." She tossed two boxes of shotgun shells and two boxes of handgun ammo his way.

"Thanks," he replied dryly, stooping to pick up the boxes he had missed.

"We'll be seeing you around, Mr. Merchant."

"Count on it. Come back any time, heh-heh-heh."

The first thing the agents noticed when they exited the tunnel via ridiculously long ladder was how dark it seemed to have suddenly gotten. It was nearing five in the afternoon though the sky was overcast as though it was going to begin raining soon.

"Let's hurry before we get soaked," Alma suggested, making her way up the path.

"Sounds good," Leon agreed, following her with his newly reloaded shotgun at the ready.

"Looks like a graveyard, and the church is up on that hill," he said, gesturing with his head. She nodded in understanding before looking out past the gravestones."I see a man to that third crow's right, by that tree."

"On it," she said quietly as she took aim, getting an easy headshot off before hearing a woman cry out.

"Ahi esta!" Alma sighed in annoyance.

"Always more of them, can't catch a break can we?" Withdrawing her handgun from her holster, Alma aimed at the Ganado coming their way.

"Holy shi-!" she ducked, avoiding the sickle the woman had just thrown her way. "That's cheating!" She shot the second sickle tossed at her out of the air with a metallic ting as Leon brought her down a few moments later.

"C'mon, let's keep moving," Leon said, heading up the hill to the church. She could see the Illuminados symbol at the top of the bell tower as they passed through the large iron gates leading to said-church

"Get down!" Alma felt a heavy weight connect with her right side and she was flung haphazardly to the ground, dirt and rocks exploding around her as she fell.

"Move Ngyuen!" Leon barked, grabbing her up by the back of her belt and giving her a motivating push forward just as a stick of dynamite landed where she had been moments before.

Spinning on her heel Alma took aim at the dynamite thrower, getting a lucky shot off at the explosive in his hand, taking him out along with his buddy.

She breathed heavily, trying to collect herself while reloading her Picador with shaky hands. That had been too close for comfort. Glancing over her shoulder she spotted Leon looking as frazzled as she felt. He gave her a thumbs up followed by a thumbs down.

Alma turned her hand over, giving him a thumbs down with a tired smile. "I'm alright, just a bit shaken."

"You injured?"

"Just my pride," she answered, brushing twigs and leaves out of her hair.

He headed past her up the steps to the church. Alma heard him curse under his breath. "Damn it, it's locked." Unable to resist she spoke up once more.

"We're you actually expecting it to be unlocked?" she asked innocently as he gave her a dark look which made her cringe. "Sorry."

Leon turned his attention back to the door. "It looks like something could fit in this weird spiral indentation." He pulled his radio out and contacted their mission guide. "Hunnigan, it's Leon. The door's locked, we can't get in."

"Didn't they teach you how to pick locks at the Academy?" Hunnigan teased.

"Hn, there's some sort of indentation, like something might fit here," Leon said.

"Well there's no use standing around. You have to find some way to get inside." With that the screen went black.

"Well, we do have a few grenades," Alma said, folding her arms over her chest and thinking for a moment as Leon gave her a disbelieving look. "Grenades can double as keys when necessary."

"Did they teach you that in SWAT as well?" he asked. Alma simply shrugged, a wry smile gracing her lips. "Yeah, okay. Let's get moving."

"More of them," Leon said, aiming his handgun at the enemy standing on a narrow pathway of wooden planks. One shot to the head and she let out a cry, falling over the side as a splash echoed around them.

"Well done, let's get going," Alma said before they stepped onto the makeshift bridge. She was never fond of heights and looked cautiously at the water below them before starting forward across the wooden viaduct. Leon easily cleared the jump between the first platform and the second as Alma frowned.

"C'mon scaredy-cat," he called to her. "It's easy, stop thinking so much and just jump."

"Easy for you to say," she mumbled under her breath before taking a running leap between the two sides, landing uneasily on her feet.

"See, told you so," Leon commented before entering the small shack alongside the way. He picked up a folded leaflet. "Closure of the Church: Regarding the three fugitives, the apprehension of Luis is our top priority. The American agent and meddling woman a distant second-."

"Meddling? Beg your pardon?" Alma spat, grabbing the leaflet from him and began reading it aloud herself.

"What Luis stole from us is far more important than the girl. Unless we get it back the girl will become useless to us. We must get it back to execute our plan to the end. If it gets in the wrong hands the world would become a totally different place then what Lord Saddler has envisioned. Nevertheless, blah, blah, blah," Alma said as Leon gave her a sour look.

"I have locked the church door where the girl is being held because I'm a mean bastard," Leon snorted softly at her adlibbing. "Anyone who needs access to the church must get approval from Saddler. There is a key beyond the lake but it should be safe now that Del Lago has been awakened by our Lord. No one will get across the lake alive. Plus, our same blood courses through the agents' veins. It'll be just a matter of time before they join us. Once they do, there will be nobody else left that will come looking for the girl," she trailed off.

"Del Lago…? That means 'from the lake', right?"

"Sure," Alma shrugged, dropping the papers back onto the table. "We'll go with that. We've gotta haul ass, no more messing around."

"Right, because we've just been jaunting happily through the wilderness these past twelve hours," Leon snapped, eliciting a surprised wince from his partner.

"Jeez, I didn't mean it like that Leon. I'm just concerned about Ashley."

"I know. I'm just-this whole thing is going to hell in a hand basket."

"It already has," Alma said softly to his retreating back when he exited the shack, resting a hand over the side of her neck and clearing her throat. She grimaced at the taste of copper on her tongue, spitting off to the side and seeing a globule of blood land on the ground. She swallowed tightly, rubbing her thumb over her bottom lip as it came away wet with blood. "This doesn't bode well at all…"

I know I said we'd get to the Del Lago fight but this chapter is 5000+ words and just kept dragging on (longest chapter to date). Next chapter is in the works already as I had to find a good place to end this one. Hope you enjoyed, sorry for all the exposition and shit. Thanks for reading. [I couldn't find a good spot to put the Merchant in as I was debating not having him in here at all but it wouldn't be RE4 without him]. Also, time skips and skipped fights since there's so many enemy encounters and I get tired of writing fight scenes after awhile. Pardon my laziness.

Translations:

Hay un rumor de que hay un extranjero entre nostros: There's a rumor that there are foreigners among us

Nuestro jefe se cuidara de la rata: Our boss will take care of the rats

Su 'la Plaga' es much major que la nuestra: His 'las plagas' is much better than ours

Tienes razon, es un hombre: You're right, he's a man.