A/N: I wasn't planning on continuing but everyone seemed to like the first chapter so I'll continue, as long as you review. I'll try to make the chapters longer but with school, and all I doubt I'll be able to do that until the weekends.

In another part of town, an undercover investigation was continuing, quite nicely.

"You know that picture is beautiful but its not exactly what I'm looking for, if you understand what I mean," the monotone woman gave a seductive smile. The man waved off her suggestion, not interested in her offer. She noticed his distaste and immediately rebounded, "I'm more interested in your involvement with a certain...how would I put this, scientist," The man frowned at this knowing who she was talking about. No one had mentioned William Birkin since his death before his genius was sent into fruition.

"He's dead," the man replied in a cold husk voice.

The woman chuckled and stated under her breath, "That's not what I've heard," and with a beatific smile, the woman turned, leaving him baffled with her words.

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"Kennedy, You're late! Do you think that's appropriate for your first day? I expect this performance won't continue?"

"Yes Chief Irons," Leon bowed his head. He'd never been late for anything before in his life, his mind was shattered. Keep it together Kennedy, no biggie. God I need an aspirin. If it wasn't for that damn tracker trailer I would have gotten here on time.

"Hey, Leon, right? My name is Chris," a man tall with flaming red hair stood before him. He was wearing dark cargo pants slightly ripped at the knees, with a cameo vest overtop of a wife beater tank. He ran his fingers through his hair, which was his way of fidgeting, and Leon noticed his stormy grey eyes. They were the same color of the angels he had met before.

"Yea, I know I met your sister today on my way here, she's the, uh, biker! right!" Leon looked around, with a slight red color adding to his cuteness (not to Chris sillies, to me!^_^).

"You were going to say beautiful one?" Chris asked with a knowing smirk.

Leon fumbled around with his words trying to deny it but realized it would only dig him a deep ditch. "I should get started on working before Irons yells at me again," Leon finally managed.

"Ah! Irons," Chris laughed a heart filled laugh, running his fingers through his hair again, "You'll get use to him, he's just harder on the new guys is all," Leon nodded at this remark and tried to scurry off before the subject was changed back to Claire, unfortunately he wasn't fast enough. "I'll make sure to tell her you said hello."

"Uh huh, thanks," Leon mumbled spinning around running face first into a man holding a cake. This caused the cake to go flying and land on Chris.

There was a raged howl and at that Leon bolted, not wanting to be blamed for what he did. He could hear the shouts and threats being given by the notorious Redfield.

Running through the hall something caught his eye and he stopped dead in his tracks. What the hell was that? Leon looked out the window to double check what he was seeing, but nothing was there. He sighed, Losing your mind so soon Kennedy? Get a friggin' grip.

He opened the door slowly, only to notice a small trail of some dark liquid before him. He followed the trail until he found a pool of the liquid all over a body lying face down. Leon knelt down before the body, and it grabbed his ankle. He let out a scream and struggled against its strong grip, but inside he smiled, knowing that it only felt so right.

A/N: And not in a perverted way you sick sick people! Just thought I'd clear that up, just keep in mind, things are never as they seem!^_^