Leon looked around the S.T.A.R.S. office, and sighed. I guess she's not here yet...I win! He thought. He walked over to the biggest desk and looked through the papers, but saw nothing interesting. He moved to the wall and examined all the pictures and awards on the wall, and sighed. "No wonder...her brother was a total badass," he said. He was looking at a picture of the group when a noise behind him made him jump.

It sounded like something hit metal, and his eyes locked on the locker. He brought his gun up and took one step forward, but stopped when another sound came from it. He could see the door rattling, and took a deep breath. Something was trying to get out.

Leon took another slow step forward, keeping his gun aimed at the locker. Whatever was inside made a louder sound, which he guessed meant they kicked the door. I hope it holds...please hold, he thought.

"Shiiiit..." said a voice, almost whispering.

Leon stopped, raising a brow. "...Hello?" he called out.

There was a sigh, then "hi."

"Who's in there?" asked Leon. He kept the gun up regardless, in case it was a joke.

"Who do you think?"

"...Claire? Why are you in a locker?"

"I was hiding," she said.

"Hiding from what?" asked Leon.

Another sigh. "I didn't know who was coming, and thought I'd be safer to hide until I knew." she said.

"And now you're stuck?"

Claire kicked the door again. "Yes, I'm stuck, now will you open the damn door please?" she said.

Leon laughed, lowering his gun. "I don't think so, you're mean and cocky and better off in there," he said. He holstered his gun and walked over to a different desk, looking around.
The locker door rattled again. "Seriously, it smells like shoes and gunpowder in here, open it!" said Claire. "I'll be nice!"

Leon spotted a jacket on the wall, and recognized the logo on it as the same one Claire had. "I guess this is Chris' desk, huh," he said.
"Hey, don't touch his stuff!" said Claire.

He picked up a weird emblem thing and put it in his pocket. "Seems like a messy guy," he said. He looked down at the guitar and grinned. "Or a hippy. Hey, is this a diary?" he picked up the book and flipped through the pages. "Hey, he mentions you in this!"

"What?! Stop reading his diary, that's private!" said Claire.

Leon laughed. "It's about you, something about a wedding...Haha! This is golden stuff!" he said.

Claire kicked against the locker door furiously. "Stop! That's not funny!" she yelled.

"Did that really happen!?" asked Leon, laughing.

"YES, OKAY!? I was fourteen, you'll never know how embarrassing it is to step on your own dress at a wedding and have it pull down in front of everyone!" she yelled.

Leon burst out laughing. "I was kidding, it's not that kind of diary, it's just notes!" he said.
The locker was quiet, then the door rattled even harder. After three hits, it swung open and Claire fell to the floor, on her side. "Ow..." she said.

Leon was still laughing. "I can't believe you just told me that!" he said.

She looked up, and he stopped laughing. She had tears to her eyes, which he somewhat expected, but also didn't look as mad as he thought she'd be. "Okay okay, I'm sorry, it's not THAT funny..." he said.

"Not funny at all," she said.

Leon blinked. "Did you hurt yourself?" he asked. He set the journal down and walked over.
"Yeah, a bit," she said.

She looked like a child who'd just fallen off the monkey-bars at the park. Leon kneeled down next to her and looked at her arm. "Looks like you cut it on the metal, should probably find you some sort of..." he looked around the room and his gaze stopped on a first-aid pack hanging on a wall. "Nice...now that's convenient," he said. He walked over and grabbed it. "I guess this is the medic's desk."
Claire put her hand on the small cut. "This doesn't change the fact that I hate you, you know," she said.

"Oh, I know. Here we go," he said, pulling out disinfectant and a bandage. He went back and started treating the cut. "I'm sorry," he said.

"Whatever."
"I was going to let you out right after," he said.

"Sure."
Leon finished patching up the cut and stood up. "I'm guessing you'll be holding this grudge forever then?" he asked, holding his hand out to her.

Claire looked up at him, sighed, and took the hand to pull herself to her feet. "No, I'll get back at you at some point," she said. She looked at her arm and nodded. "Thanks, I guess."

Leon turned and went back to Chris' desk, grabbing the journal and holding it out to her. "Here, there's not much in there that could help, but you should still have it," he said.

Claire took the book and sighed. "He's not here," she said. "He'd be at his desk making plans if he was here, but he's not...I came here for nothing."
"Well not nothing," said Leon. He was looking through a drawer in the desk beside Chris', and pulled out a gun. "Here, you take it," he said.

She did, and looked at him. "Why would they leave a gun behind? Seems like this would be a good time to grab everything, no?" she asked.

Leon shrugged. "Maybe it's a backup, in case they-"

Just then, the office door swung open they both raised their guns. A girl stood there, holding up a gun of her own, looking just as confused.