Leon Kennedy sighed as he sat staring out the airplane window on his way to France.
Before he had been aware of Claire's search for her brother for a while now. The last time he had seen Claire she had made up her mind to head out in search of Umbrella's main headquarters following her brother's trail.
Leon had tried to convince her not to go. Umbrella was rotten and evil; there was no mistaking that. The mere fact that they would unleash this destructive virus on a whole city was proof of that.
But Claire wouldn't listen. Her brother was probably in danger and she wasn't going to stop still she had found him. Leon knew he wouldn't be able to change her mind, she had made her final decision and Leon respected it.
So the two of them had parted, going their separate ways. And Leon hadn't heard from Claire since.
Until now…
Three days ago Leon received a package in the mail from an unknown source. The package had contained only two things.
One of those was an address hand printed on a small piece of paper. The other was a photograph.
The address was that of Umbrella's based operations in France. The picture was of Claire chained and bound with visible wounds and bruises.
Within minutes of seeing the photo Leon was immediately on the phone booking the earliest flight to France that he could get.
So now three days later he was on a plane heading out to some place he didn't know with certain danger looming about. And he was going with only the photo and address as motivation. He had no idea on whether or not Claire was really there, or if she was danger but he had to go. He had felt guilty before about letting her go off on her own before and the girl in the photo was unmistakably Claire Redfield.
Once on the ground, Leon set off to closet shop, selling guns with what little French he knew. He intended on arming himself and preparing for any danger.
After almost two hours worth of searching Leon found a black market gun shop that was disguised as a pawnshop. With a little bit of haggling Leon managed to get what he needed.
Figuring it would be best to hit the french Umbrella HQ at night, Leon got a room at the closet hotel/motel nearest to the building.
He sat in his room thinking about just exactly what he was doing. Here he was on the wild goose chaise, and for what? A woman who might be in trouble that he barely knew. So why go through all this possible danger for her?
'I must be completely nuts. For all I know that Umbrella base might have had an 'accident' and now it could be filled with those flesh eating zombies. And is Claire even in there? I don't even really know that. But why would someone send me the photo and an address? And who?' Leon thought to himself as he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He got up and went through his bag and pulled out the photo and address. He couldn't tell at all where it had been sent from and who had sent it. 'What am I getting myself into?' Leon sighed before plopping back down on his bed for a nap.
Later on in the evening Leon made his way to the Umbrella HQ by foot. He didn't want to be seen or heard as he approached the building so he tried to be as stealthily as possible. Now he was a police officer, not some expert thief so getting in the building undetected was going to be hard.
Leon inspected the perimeter of the building looking for any possible ways of entry. Around the back at the entrance to the building's indoor parking lot there was two men with guns standing guard. One of them was sleeping while the other one checked the ID of those in the cars that wish to go into the building. Considering that not many cars were coming by that was probably the reason why one of the guards was sleeping. If it had been daytime no doubt they would both be awake and alert.
As Leon watched the last car go by he figured this was probably going to be the only way in. So he waited till the next car came.
The next car didn't come for nearly an hour and Leon was starting to get sore for standing the same position for so long. The car was actually a plain white van with an Umbrella logo on the sides. As the car pulled up to the entrance Leon dashed along side it on the opposite side of the driver at the back end of the car. As the guard came up the driver of the van Leon pressed his body up to the van and was still and quiet as he could. His eyes were glued to the slumbering guard only a few feet away from him. Two horrifying thoughts went through his head at this moment. One was what if the guard that was sleeping woke up and saw him standing there. Leon wouldn't even get a chance to explain because the guard would already have his gun aimed on him. The other thought was what if this van was denied access into the building? He was going to have a lot of trouble trying to get away unnoticed.
But thankfully enough, the guard didn't wake up and the van was granted access. Leon ran along side the van as it entered the Umbrella parking lot praying that neither guard would see him.
Once inside the parking lot Leon dashed and hid behind one of the many parked cars in the lot. He was afraid of being spotted by the person driving the van or another person that happened to be in the lot. Though the lot seemed empty of other people and Leon peered at the van as it drove off to one of the higher levels of parking in the building.
Leon let out a big sigh before checking the lot for doors leading inside the building. He found one on the other side of the lot and as he went to go to it he heard some people walking and quickly dashed once again taking refuge behind a parked car. He didn't dare look at the people walking by but from the tone of their voices one of them was male and other was female. He couldn't make out what they were saying because they were speaking too fast in french for Leon to understand.
With them gone Leon got up once again and headed to the door. He had expected some sophisticated locking mechanism on the door but there wasn't one and the door wasn't even locked!
'This is too easy.' Leon thought as he gained entrance into one of the halls. Without even a warning Leon was bashed on the back of his head by some unknown assailant. His vision slowly faded to black as he fell to the floor.
"Are you alright?" A voice asked Leon looming over him.
Leon didn't answer right away. He tried to open his eyes but his vision was blurry. 'Where am I?' Leon was confused and had no idea where he was. "What's going on…?" Leon asked trying to get up only the blurry blob in front of him gently pushed him back to the ground.
"Hey, hey! Take it easy! You've got a big bump on you head and you might have a concussion." The blob in front of him said in concern.
From the tone of voice Leon determined that the blob in front of him was female. He focused hard on the blurry image until it cleared up. The woman in front of him looked to be a few years older then him with shortish brown hair. She was dressed in tan pants and a blue t-shirt. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jill, Jill Valentine." Jill answered nervously looking around them. She had her finger hovering over the trigger to her gun, which she was grasping very tightly in her right hand.
"Jill Valentine? From the S.T.A.R.S Alpha team?" Leon blinked in confusion. At this point he decided to look around him. They were in what appeared to be a small dark room. The only thing providing light for them was Jill's flashlight, which seemed to be dimming from prolonged use. But from what Leon could see it look like they're not in a room of a building or a house.
"How do know about S.T.A.R.S?" Jill half asked half demanded.
"My name's Leon Kennedy. I was going to be transferred to the Raccoon City police force a while back. Only on that day when I came to Raccoon City it was-"
"Overrun by zombies?" Jill finished off."
"Yeah zombies."
There was a sudden loud thud sound that vibrated through the walls.
"Damnit it looks they've found us!" Jill exclaimed aiming her gun and flashlight in a direction in front of them. Leon assumed it was the way out of whatever they were in.
"Who found us? And where are we?" Leon got up to look around. He couldn't see much but from the flashlight be could see the faint outline of doors.
"I don't know where you were before, but right now you and I are in a moving van parked in one of the streets of Kalsa City, Washington."
'Kalsa City, Washington? I'm in US?'