Another new character introduced in this chapter. Legal Disclaimer applies here. Enjoy.

Leon Scott Kennedy drove his Jeep Wrangler up to the front of the police station he let the engine idle for a moment, and then he shut the engine off. He knew this was the place. The place where he would find them.

He smacked his head on the grip while he got out of his car. "Shit," he muttered, standing upright.

He picked up his Remington out of the back of the Jeep. After a moment, he put it back. He wouldn't need it, if he guessed right.

Leon pulled out his Calico M-950 sub machinegun. He studied it for a moment. It had been given to him because he requested it. BioRout had even given him a choice of weapons before the mission. He'd almost picked only the Steyr AUG, but he'd spied the Calico, and then he couldn't resist taking it too.

He left the Steyr and Remington in the back of the car, only taking his Calico and his Desert Eagle. He didn't want to get weighted down with too...

CRASH!!

He heard a noise come from the parking garage. Chillingly, he remembered the incident three years go...where he'd met Ada...

Somebody could be in trouble. While he had no intentions of killing anybody...

...unless that prick Scott stops advertising this like a goddamn neon sign...

...he had no qualms about shooting anybody. However, his cop instinct had not entirely failed him, and he ran over to check it out. He got inside, and stopped, confused.

He saw absolutely nothing. There were a few cars, but nothing really...

There was a Ford Econoline van in the middle of the garage. The Ford was on its side, with it's passenger side door, glass, and roof missing.

He looked inside to see any blood.

He saw a little blood on the seats, and a chill ran up his bones. On second thought, maybe that assault rifle isn't a real dumb idea...

He turned to leave, and a massive, ear-piercing shriek ripped through the silence of the garage.

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The man in the lab coat yawned. He was so damn tired...so tired of this shit work...

He nodded off, and missed what every scientist in the world would have killed to see. He missed his prize specimen gestating...growing a new self...

He woke up just as he saw a man firing wildly into the ceiling. That damn Leon... He grumbled something inaudible, then went back to sleep. That was why he didn't see the man with the knife behind him.

Leon fired at the creature. To say that this didn't faze him would be a blatant lie. Even after his adventures in Raccoon City, he'd never get used to this. Well, at least the bigger monsters. This was one of those.

It stood a good 6'9 and had barely any skin clinging to the body that was once Tom. In the poorly lit garage it looked like there was blood all over the thing. Leon didn't care as he unloaded on it. The bullets had seemingly no affect on the creature's muscled chest. It had two huge arms branching off it and two smaller, not fully developed arms coming out of its ribs. The things' mouth was that five times of a regular humans'. Huge fangs replaced the teeth it once had. A long tongue hung out of its' mouth, similar to a licker. The skull had seemed to increase in length and its' eyes seemed to be in the back of its' head. It stood on two tree trunk-sized legs with three long claws for toes (think T-Rex).

This is NOT a good day Leon thought solemnly.

Then the most horrible thing that could happen did; he ran out of ammo.

"Fuck," he calmly stated.

He backed up and his back was against what seemed to be a support strut for the parking garage. That is when Leon saw the thing bend its' legs. Leon just barely rolled out of the way of a huge claw impaling him. The support was now lying in shambles.

"Hmm," Leon was formulating a plan.

He ran and put his back up against another one. The thing jumped and Leon dodged. Another support crumbled to the ground. The ceiling above the thing seemed to be dipping.

"I've got myself a plan," he said a loud to no one in particular.
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Eric had finally gotten the door open. Joshua popped into the room and looked around, followed by Eric. Both of them had their guns raised, ready for anything. The room was empty except for a manhole in the center of the room.

Slowly Joshua and Eric managed to pry it open. Joshua climbed down first and was soon followed by Eric. As soon as Joshua's feet hit the floor he searched for a light switch. He found a switch and flipped it. A bright light cascaded throughout the room. Once Joshua stopped covering his eyes, he looked around the room.

"Holy..." began Joshua.

"Shit," finished Eric.

The room was packed with crates. On the walls hung various weapons. It may have been a small police station but they were packing enough weaponry to take on an army. At the far end of the room was a door. Joshua grabbed two Desert Eagles off the wall and put them in some new holsters. He climbed back up the ladder.

"Where ya' goin?" asked Eric.

"Check on Tom. Load up and enjoy!" yelled Joshua as he climbed out of the room.

He walked out of the door. Then the police station. He looked across the street just in time to see the parking garage collapse on itself.

"HOLY SHIT!" yelled Joshua.

Before he could regain his thoughts, he spotted a jeep go flying down the street. His eyes flew back to the parking garage.

"Fuck!" yelled Joshua.

In his mind there was no way Tom could've survived that. He ran back inside and climbed down the ladder, dragging the manhole cover over it.

"What's up?" asked Eric.

"You mean, what's down," said Joshua sadly.

"Huh?"

"The damn parking garage collapsed on itself. Then I saw a jeep pull out and go flying down the street," explained Joshua.

"We have to go get Tom!"

"There is no way he could've made it out of there alive, we can't go back now. So, stock up," said Joshua.
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"Shitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!!!!" screamed Leon Scott Kennedy as he drove down the street.

He had just made it out with his life intact. At least his plan had worked. He had gotten the thing to knock out all the supports until the thing collapsed on the creature. He had only a few minutes to get the hell out of dodge. Flying down the street in front of him he saw a van. He didn't need to guess who it was as he heard the stereo thumping. With a gesture of his hand, Scott swerved and stopped.

"What's up?" Scott asked.

"Don't go that way! I've just encountered the target..." said Leon.

"...And?"

"And that thing is nothing to be messed with. It's too damn late, the little fucker all ready gestated," said Leon.

"Fuck!" yelled Scott, "Well, there is still that two million if we kill it AFTER it all ready gestated."

"You'd go after that damn thing for ONLY two million?! You fuckin' crazy!" yelled Leon.

"Two million is two million," explained Scott.

"It's not worth it man. We've got to get the fuck out of this nightmare."

"Why are you being such a little puss Kennedy?" taunted Scott.

Leon raised his guns, "Because I ain't got no ammo, that's why!" Leon set the guns down and tossed Scott a radio.

"What's this for?" asked Scott.

"In case one of us gets caught in the shit, that's why," explained Leon.

"So you're coming then?"

Leon shrugged, "Yeah, but I'm going to the clearing to radio for more equipment. You should come along. That sonuvabitch isn't going anywhere soon."

"What do you mean?"

"I left him buried under three tons of concrete!" shouted Leon with a smile.

Scott smiled and laughed, "You sneaky son of a bitch.... Okay then, let's go," Scott said as they pulled off.

Leon radioed to him, "Could you at least turn that goddamned music down?"

"WHAT? CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Scott yelled as he cranked the radio up.

Scott laughed gleefully. He was now playing something by Linkin Park, which he hated, but he turned it up anyway, simply to drown out Leon. He heard Leon say something like "duck my rucking block," and the Jeep took off.

Scott didn't know why Leon was so upset. After all, this was just business, wasn't it?

And it was a good business, at that. He now just had to get out of the city, and collect his five million.

But I'm gonna need something a little faster than this if I am going to get through those roads before dawn.

He put the car in gear and looked around. Honda Accord...Nissan Pathfinder...Jeep Cherokee...Audi Steppenwolf...hey! All right!

He smiled as he saw the Audi sports-utility-vehicle down the street. If he remembered correctly, the Audi was fast, had four-wheel drive, and was nice and cozy inside.

He got out of the Suburban. He chuckled. Things were going so great. He suddenly realized that he shouldn't leave any evidence of him being here...

Scott walked over to the gas cap. He wedged an M-61 fragmentation grenade that Leon had given him after the vaccine between the gas cap and the car. He yanked the pin on it, then calmly strolled down the street, walking towards the Audi.

He kicked in the window. An alarm blared, but he popped the hood and yanked a computer chip the size of his finger out. The alarm stopped blaring. Scott got inside the car and crossed the two green wires under the dash, then nearly mutilated the steering column trying to get the steering lock off.

When he did, he put the car in gear and took off, spinning his tires in the process. He laughed giddily. Five million was worth being immune from everything. He could leave the...

He slammed on the brakes. He leaned out the window, and then aimed his Saiga at the frag grenade. He fired, violently jolting it loose. The Suburban flew five feet in the air and found itself on the other side of the street, hardly more than crumpled metal.

...bastard Leon in the city. He didn't care who found out, he could buy them off easily.

Ten minutes later, he was at the city exit. He scratched the back of his neck. He knew he shouldn't do that at a hundred twenty miles per hour, but something itched back there.

He turned around. There was nothing. How strange. He craned his neck and looked in the cargo area. From what he could see, the car was empty. That was strange.

He looked forwards again, just in time to sideswipe a guardrail at 130 miles per hour. He was thrown sideways by the impact, then he over steered, sending the car into a 360 degrees spin. It sideswiped the side of the mountain he was next to, still over 90 miles per hour, and then met the guardrail head-on.

During the whole crash, Scott was so startled he hadn't thought to take his foot off the gas. The 5,000 pound sports-utility-vehicle went straight through it. He then proceeded to travel down a steep embankment. He was knocked unconscious, so he didn't feel the car flip and roll all the way down the massive hill.

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Leon slowed to a stop when he saw some skid marks. He got out. He saw what would have been an impressive car crash for an action movie.

He walked to the gaping hole that was the guardrail. He looked over the edge. He saw a crumpled black SUV, one broken headlight still working, belly up in the treetops of the forest that bordered the town.

He smirked. And I didn't even have to do anything. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a radio. Leon set it to a different frequency, and then depressed the button.

"Kennedy to Base. Kennedy to Base, come in, Base." He let go of the button.

"Kennedy, this is Base. Redfield wants to know how you're doing out there, over," came the reply.

"Tell him that the mission is accomplished. Durmin drove off a cliff. He's dead."

"Copy that. Helicopter is en route now," came the reply, and the radio clicked off.

He smiled inwardly. BioRout normally pays more than Umbrella, but Umbrella pays more for me.

He chuckled to himself. He then got back into his Jeep, and started to drive to the area where he would be picked up by Umbrella.

The scientist didn't see the man with the knife come up from behind. The "hitman" slowly walked up and before the scientist could even stir, the knife was plunged into his temple. The hitman yanked out his knife and discarded the body on the floor.

He cleaned his knife off on the scientist's lab coat and he re-sheathed his knife. He dusted his hands off and then his shoulders. Checking over his shoulder he cautiously looked around. Then he sat down at the computer and began downloading the information on the HAYLAR to his disk.

Man, my bosses can sure come up with some nasty shit thought the man.

A little beep went off and he took the disk out of the hard drive. He put it into one of his pockets and ran a hand through his blonde hair.

He stood up and walked over to some filing cabinets. With little strength he busted open a cabinet and began searching through the files.

Good thing Umbrella's security didn't have the sense to change anything sense I've been away the man thought with a smile on his face.

He continued his search and cursed under his breath as he threw the cabinet to the floor. Once again his gaze went back over to the computer.

They wouldn't be that stupid...Wait, I'm talking about Umbrella here.

He sat down in the seat and began searching numerous files. It boggled the mind that someone would send in something like the Tyrant into the same town that yourself is in. So unless the labs could sustain a nuke, they fucked themselves.

Then again, what if it wasn't their intention to survive. This could be a suicide mission... and knowing Umbrella, ah fuck!

Quickening his pace, he looked at the numerous monitors, watching and observing the HAYLAR. It was laid out flat on the ground. He knew it would be back up, but how soon? He could only hope he had enough time to get the info and get the hell out of there before it awoke.

"Ha! At least they had enough sense to change the damn passwords!" he laughed.

In a moment of minutes he had gotten past the security codes. His eyes scanned the files, running over the numerous crap.

"History...financial status," he looked at that one for the hell of it, "HAHAHAHA!" he bursted out laughing at it. Umbrella was nearly $5 million in debt. He went back to his work, "Here we go, virus research."

He got into this one no problem and quickly began downloading the information onto a separate desk. He figured he could get an extra $9 million if he gave his boss this. HCF would kill to have this information and know he held it in his grasp.

He noticed a security camera in the corner of the room taping him. Slowly he took off his sunglasses and smiled into the camera. His abnormally colored eyes shined into the lens. His jacket had his name and rank sewn on it. He stretched it out for the camera so it could make it out. The heads at Umbrella wouldn't need to see it, they knew his face when they'd see him. How could anyone forget him?

He stopped posing and put his shades back on. The computer beeped again and he took the other disk and put it into a separate pocket. He stood up again and faced the camera. Calmly he bowed and stood up, giving the camera the finger.

"Umbrella, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you."

With that sentiment he turned around and walked out of the lab.
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Leon had stopped looking over the carnage and had headed back to his jeep. He hopped over the door and started it again. Before he could take off the radio came on.

*Bzzt* "Redfield to Kennedy, Redfield to Kennedy, come in Kennedy."

Leon sighed and picked up the radio, "This is Leon, over."

"Listen Leon, have you finished your assignment?"

"Yeah, what now?" Leon asked with annoyance.

"Well, we have a situation."

"What kind of situation?" Leon almost wished he didn't ask.

"We've got a code: 666 on our hands. It's at the lab under the city you're in."

Shit!, but Leon didn't say that, "Are you serious?! How the hell did he get here?! Never mind, I'll still need a weapons drop off, I've got no ammo."

"...All right. Head to the JPX-G3443 sector for weapons pickup. Redfield out."

This was getting to be a bit constraining on Leon. Although, he knew if he played his cards right, he could still get the $5.5 million for stopping the creature from BioRout. He could then go back to Umbrella and pick up his $9.5 million from Umbrella for knocking off Scott, a BioRout agent. Umbrella paid big money for knocking off people in other organizations; at least if you knocked off an important agent and Scott was BioRout's best.

Umbrella knew what he was doing, that's why they were paying him a shit-load of money. He had access to Umbrella computers now and they couldn't afford to lose another agent. In any case, Leon sped down the street in his jeep, loudly cursing.

"OF ALL THE THINGS I DIDN'T NEED..." he screamed.

"Wesker."