Chapter 1"the Beginning"
A new mission...
Just what he wanted to hear. After recovering-just barely- from the last mission, a weary Leon S. Kennedy patiently sat across from Commander William Brady. Okay, so he wasn't really an "official" commander. Their organization wasn't exactly "official," either; a more appropriate word would be "underground." Fighting to keep his tired eyes open, Leon listened as Brady explained the latest attempt to bring the Umbrella Corporation's sinister activities to light.
"Kennedy, you'll be working with...what did you say your name was again?"
A timid looking girl slowly glided out from the protective darkness of the shadows.
"My name's Marcy."
"Marcy...Marcy what?"
Marcy turned to look the gruff commander strait in the eyes. "Just Marcy, sir."
Her intense stare was enough to make Commander Brady advert his gaze from Marcy's cold eyes to the blank, lifeless wall behind her. He stammered clumsily before finally finding his words.
"Um, ah....well, then...Kennedy, I trust you'll fill Marcy in on the more specific details of the mission?"
Brady's grating voive brought Leon back from "the zone" between sleep and consciousness.
"Y-yes, sir...um, n-no problems, sir."
He was exhausted; there was no hiding it from the commander. Brady couldn't blame him, though. Three major missions thrown on top of the Raccoon City disaster was enough to drive any normal person insane. There was something about Kennedy Brady couldn't quite figure out. Out of all the agents he had working for him, Kennedy seemed to be the most determined. Maybe something else happened that night in Raccoon...maybe he lost someone close to him? Brady never bothered to ask him, and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask him now. Leon was his best agent- that's all that mattered.
"That'll be all."
Turning sharply, Brady headed down the dimly lit, industrial-looking hallway. The moisture hung in the air- stagnant- creating a sickeningly think, heavy atmosphere in the cramped facility. The musty smell it created inhabited every corner, every room, every hallway of the headquarters.
As Marcy turned to greet her new partner, feelings of jealousy and intense anger resurfaced in her damaged soul.
"Of all people...a Raccoon City survivor..."
"So, you're Leon I gather? Nice to meet you."
She was young- maybe 18, if that, and she was already mixed up with Umbrella. Definitely younger than Claire.
"Claire must be at least 20 by now...I hope she's doing okay..."
The last time Leon had heard from her was when she e-mailed him from Rockfort Island. It was her brother, Chris, that had contacted him after the two escaped to horrors in Antarctica. He had asked if he could speak to Claire, but Chris told him she was sleeping. For some reason, Leon didn't buy that, but just knowing she was alive was enough for him.
Smiling, Leon met Marcy's icy gaze.
"Yea, that's me. Leon Ke-"
"So when do you want to get this assignment started?"
Even Marcy herself was suprised by the sharpness of her words. She turned away from Leon, freeing herself from the conversation and whatever comments Leon had about getting started so rashly. It was rather rash... come to think of it, Marcy didn't even know where the mission was sending them. For all she knew, they could be flying to Guam this time tomorrow.
As she headed back to her temporary room, Marcy projected her voice so Leon could still hear her.
"4:00 AM... you better be ready...I don't tolerate slackers!"
At a loss for words, Leon turned around and headed back to his own room hidden deep within the subsurface facility; he figured he would need to gather up any extra supplies needed for the mission. When dealing with Umbrella, any extra supplies were a necessity.
"4:00 AM, huh? Taking down Umbrella's a hard job..."
Hearing that word- especially spoken by his own voice- unfurled a myriad of emotions in him; funny...all of them were rooted in anger and hatred. Leon continued to speak softly to himself as he rounded the corner.
"It's a hard job... but somebody's gotta do it."
A new mission...
Just what he wanted to hear. After recovering-just barely- from the last mission, a weary Leon S. Kennedy patiently sat across from Commander William Brady. Okay, so he wasn't really an "official" commander. Their organization wasn't exactly "official," either; a more appropriate word would be "underground." Fighting to keep his tired eyes open, Leon listened as Brady explained the latest attempt to bring the Umbrella Corporation's sinister activities to light.
"Kennedy, you'll be working with...what did you say your name was again?"
A timid looking girl slowly glided out from the protective darkness of the shadows.
"My name's Marcy."
"Marcy...Marcy what?"
Marcy turned to look the gruff commander strait in the eyes. "Just Marcy, sir."
Her intense stare was enough to make Commander Brady advert his gaze from Marcy's cold eyes to the blank, lifeless wall behind her. He stammered clumsily before finally finding his words.
"Um, ah....well, then...Kennedy, I trust you'll fill Marcy in on the more specific details of the mission?"
Brady's grating voive brought Leon back from "the zone" between sleep and consciousness.
"Y-yes, sir...um, n-no problems, sir."
He was exhausted; there was no hiding it from the commander. Brady couldn't blame him, though. Three major missions thrown on top of the Raccoon City disaster was enough to drive any normal person insane. There was something about Kennedy Brady couldn't quite figure out. Out of all the agents he had working for him, Kennedy seemed to be the most determined. Maybe something else happened that night in Raccoon...maybe he lost someone close to him? Brady never bothered to ask him, and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask him now. Leon was his best agent- that's all that mattered.
"That'll be all."
Turning sharply, Brady headed down the dimly lit, industrial-looking hallway. The moisture hung in the air- stagnant- creating a sickeningly think, heavy atmosphere in the cramped facility. The musty smell it created inhabited every corner, every room, every hallway of the headquarters.
As Marcy turned to greet her new partner, feelings of jealousy and intense anger resurfaced in her damaged soul.
"Of all people...a Raccoon City survivor..."
"So, you're Leon I gather? Nice to meet you."
She was young- maybe 18, if that, and she was already mixed up with Umbrella. Definitely younger than Claire.
"Claire must be at least 20 by now...I hope she's doing okay..."
The last time Leon had heard from her was when she e-mailed him from Rockfort Island. It was her brother, Chris, that had contacted him after the two escaped to horrors in Antarctica. He had asked if he could speak to Claire, but Chris told him she was sleeping. For some reason, Leon didn't buy that, but just knowing she was alive was enough for him.
Smiling, Leon met Marcy's icy gaze.
"Yea, that's me. Leon Ke-"
"So when do you want to get this assignment started?"
Even Marcy herself was suprised by the sharpness of her words. She turned away from Leon, freeing herself from the conversation and whatever comments Leon had about getting started so rashly. It was rather rash... come to think of it, Marcy didn't even know where the mission was sending them. For all she knew, they could be flying to Guam this time tomorrow.
As she headed back to her temporary room, Marcy projected her voice so Leon could still hear her.
"4:00 AM... you better be ready...I don't tolerate slackers!"
At a loss for words, Leon turned around and headed back to his own room hidden deep within the subsurface facility; he figured he would need to gather up any extra supplies needed for the mission. When dealing with Umbrella, any extra supplies were a necessity.
"4:00 AM, huh? Taking down Umbrella's a hard job..."
Hearing that word- especially spoken by his own voice- unfurled a myriad of emotions in him; funny...all of them were rooted in anger and hatred. Leon continued to speak softly to himself as he rounded the corner.
"It's a hard job... but somebody's gotta do it."