The video ends, and Wesker lets the knife linger on Leon's skin a moment longer before slicing it through the gag, cloth falling around Leon's neck, and pulling back. Leon notices it has S.T.A.R.S engraved on the blade.

Leon's tied to a chair in an old abandoned graveyard that was burnt down in the early 2000's. It's cold out and the icy breeze penetrates through his thin pajama shirt and pants. He looks around, the trees corpses are charred and black, their skeletal limbs giving the illusion of moving fingers in the dark.

"He won't come."

Wesker chuckles deeply. Leon is in no position to be defiant, yet the blond respects him somewhat for trying.

"Really? I must ask Leon, what makes you think so?"

"Chris isn't stupid. He knows his life is far more valuable than mine is."

Wesker twirls the blade between his fingers and thinks for a moment.

"Perhaps you are right. Perhaps Chris does know his life is more valuable than yours, in the bigger picture, but Chris is also stubborn, hot-headed, and very, very, naïve."

Leon groans inwardly. Chris is coming and Wesker knows it.

What Wesker says next catches Leon off-guard.

"I was watching you in Spain."

It takes Leon a moment to realize what Wesker just said.

"What?"

"I was there. Watching. Always watching. You didn't really think that fool Saddler was behind everything, did you? I gave him the order to infect you with the Plagas, but that useless boy Luis got in the way and stole the antidote from us, so I had to send Ada to recover it for me. Couldn't let the cure get into the wrong hands, now could I?"

"…Ada? She was working your for you?!"

Leon struggles against his bonds, the ropes chaffing his wrists and ankles. He glares death and Wesker, who kneels down in front of the agent.

"I believe the correct word is…"

"You're lying!"

Leon can't control his anger. Ada is a part of Wesker's plans? How could he even accept that?

They are face to face, and yet Leon is helpless. He can't do anything but sit back and wait for Chris to arrive. He groans and tilts his head back, staring up at the night sky. A drop of rain lands on his face, then another, and another.

"Just perfect."

Chris pulled the plate of leftovers from the microwave. It was shortly after 4 a.m. and he was preparing to head to the cemetery, making sure to not leave on an empty stomach. If he was to confront Wesker, he would need every ounce of strength he could muster. The fact that Leon was in his nemesis' hands was not good. He quickly ate the meal, sliding Leon's gun into his waistband, slipping on his combat boots and heading outside, getting into his car and making the fifteen minute drive. His heart races in his chest.

A pair of headlights illuminates the gates to the cemetery and Wesker smirks in defiance. He knew Chris would come. It was only in his nature, after all. The brunette walks up the pathway, leading to the highest part of the cemetery. He can see Wesker and Leon now. His fingers clench tightly around his gun.

"Ah, Chris. Nice to see you could make it." Wesker stands behind Leon, a smug expression on his face.

"Chris, you shouldn't've come." Leon's voice is quiet and Chris has to strain to hear it.

"Enough with the small talk, Wesker. Release him. A deal is a deal and I expect you to hold up your half of this bargain."

"Why of course. But first I'll give agent Kennedy something to remember me by." Wesker grips Leon's hair, jerking his head to the side and sinking his teeth into the soft skin between the agent's neck and shoulder. Leon lets out a shrill cry and Chris raises his gun, aiming at the blond. Wesker pulls away, cutting the ropes from Leon's wrists before kicking the back of the chair, causing Leon to collapse into the mud.

"Leon!" Chris holsters his gun, running over to his friend and helping him stand. "Are you going to be alright?" Leon nods and Chris hands him his gun before turning his attention back to Wesker. He begins to walk to the blond.

"Chris, no…" Leon watches Chris close the distance between himself and Wesker. Raises his gun.

"That's a good boy, Chris." He grabs the brunet's arm possessively, pulling him to his side.

"Just go Leon. I don't want you getting hurt anymore." Chris tosses the keys to his car to Leon, who grits his teeth, lowering his gun and turning his back to the two men. Walking away was the hardest thing he ever had to do, not turning back to see his friend depart with Wesker.