Disclaimer: I don't own any of the RE characters. Except for Claire. She's mine. not really…..
Chapter 3
Sara dropped the small cell phone into her bag. Finally she could get out of this hell-hole. The cavalry would be there in an estimated time of seven hours, which meant she was getting paid and going on a vacation. Not a long time to wait, considering how long she already had.
She heard the faint sound of Rebecca's annoying giggle from downstairs. Probably the T.V. She thought. Rebecca was the most annoying one. She hung around Carlos like some kind of lovesick puppy starved for attention. It almost made Sara sick to her stomach thinking about it.
Carlos on the other hand…Carlos was sexy, cool, and best of all good in bed. She could tell by the constant screaming on Rebecca's part. She lost count of how many times she'd wished that was her head banging against the headboard.
Then she realized that Carlos was still in his room, and Rebecca was downstairs in the livingroom. Now was as good a time as any, seeing how Umbrella would be here to collect corpses soon.
She got up off the bed and pulled her shirt and pants off. She found her robe lying crumpled in the corner and put it on. Looking in the mirror, she saw her beautiful refection staring back at her; her blonde hair, which fell just past her shoulders and her green eyes, which sparkled in the light of the room. She blew herself a kiss and walked out of the bedroom door.
Sara didn't even bother to look downstairs to the first floor; knowing what she'd find. She walked down the hall quietly to Carlos' room and pushed the half-closed door open. Carlos was lying on the floor, in his boxers, doing sit-ups.
He looked over to her, but didn't say anything. Sara slid out of her robe, walked over to him, and sat on his lap. She laid herself flat on his chest, "I want you…" She whispered into his ear.
He responded by moving her into the air with his hips, and reaching back to undo her bra. She licked at his earlobe and ran her fingers through his hair. "You can come with me..." She whispered under her breath.
"I couldn't remember anything for about two months. My name, my age, where I came from. Nothing." Leon brushed a long strand of hair that was in his face. "When I woke up I wondered around London for a few days until some…friends found me."
"Friends?" Claire asked as she sipped on her soda.
"Yeah, you'll meet them later. We'll need to be gone by tomorrow morning if Wesker is watching us." Leon sighed heavily. "But before I finish my story, I need to do something. Do you have a butter knife anywhere?" He got up from the couch.
"Sure, in the kitchen." Rebecca smiled. "What for?"
Leon smiled and pointed to his injured shoulder. "I need to get the bullet out."
"Holy crap Leon!" She yelled, standing up. "I didn't even—
"It's okay; I just need to get it out soon." Leon said calmly. He turned toward the kitchen and walked into the large room. He opened several drawers before he found the silverware drawer. He pulled out a butter knife and on his way back he stopped in front of the refrigerator. He looked as though he was sniffing the air, and then opened the door. The light spilled out into the dark kitchen as he sniffed again. He walked back out to the group with a can of beer in hand. "Bathroom?"
Rebecca pointed in the direction of the bathroom with a disgusted face.
He tossed his coat onto the couch and put his beer on the table then headed in the direction Rebecca had pointed. Claire's socked feet pattered after him as he entered the small bathroom at the end of a short hall.
"Do you have to do it with a butter knife?" Claire winced. She leaned on the frame of the door.
"Probably not, but I'll feel better if I do it." Leon looked into the mirror and touched his wound, a low growl emitted from his throat. He pulled off his shirt and Claire gasped at the number of scars that covered his well defined body.
She didn't say anything though, she knew he'd been places and done things… They must have taken their toll on his body. He touched his wound again; rubbing off some of the dried blood in the process. He spread the wound, breaking it open. Blood streamed down his arm as he raised the butter knife. Claire closed her eyes tight; not wanting to see him digging into his arm.
"FUCK!!" Leon's gruff voice filled the small bathroom. A split second after that Claire heard the tiny tink of the bullet hitting the countertop. Claire opened her eyes to see Leon staring at his reflection with his jaw clenched tightly.
"Leon?" She walked forward and touched his hand.
He stared at himself for another second then turned to her and smiled. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you like that." He washed his hands quickly, as well as dabbed at the newly opened wound with a nearby towel. He picked up his shirt, put it on and headed back out into the livingroom. Claire followed close behind, and couldn't help but chuckle at the looks Leon got from the group. Leon looked at them all. "Sorry, sorry, it just really hurts."
"Let me get a bandage for that…" Rebecca headed for the stairs.
"Don't bother; it'll heal in a few hours." He smiled and took his seat again.
Rebecca stared at him. "Why…what?" She stammered. She took her original seat as well.
Leon let out a big breath. "During the whole London thing I was infected by a woman named Ada Wong. She doesn't carry that name anymore though. I met her way back in Raccoon, and she'd changed when we'd met again." He moved his shoulder slightly; stretching it out and back before he began talking again. "After I woke up and went on a few missions with my new team I discovered I healed rapidly. Minor scratches healed in seconds, deeper cuts healed in minuets and gunshot wounds healed in several hours."
"What about a mortal wound?" Rebecca leaned forward closer to inspect his wound.
"Thankfully I haven't had to test that one out." He opened his beer and took a drink. "Anyway, my memory came back gradually and I remembered who I was, but more importantly who you all were. My team and I have found the main Umbrella Headquarters in Brazil. This is the real deal, that's why I've come along to recruit you all to come along with us. We need all the help we can get."
"Why'd you chase us earlier?" Chris leaned forward, looking intrigued.
Leon took another sip of his beer. "I've been following you guys for a while now, making sure you didn't have any traces or anything like that. When you saw me following you, you freaked. That's why I backed off when you resorted to guns; I didn't want to cause an incident. By the way, Umbrella's been following you since I have, probably longer."
"How do you know all this?" Chris cocked an eyebrow.
"Patrols pass by everyday. They're never in the same car, but it's always the same people driving. And I wouldn't put it past them to have cameras set up in the house." Leon gulped down the rest of his drink and exhaled loudly.
"What about this mission?" Jill got up from her seat and began pacing back and forth. "It seems too good to be true."
"The facility is located deep in the jungles. Our window of opportunity is in one month and six days, that's when they change the access codes to all the computers and get rid of the guards that are stationed there. The new ones are stationed two hours after the old ones get 'relieved' of duty. The guards don't get much sleep; probably one or two hours a night and they're only allowed to eat one meal a day. Security is beefed up because the base is susceptible to attack. That's when we attack. I'll get into the details later, but right now I need to know if you're in or out on this one. Keep in mind you're going to have to leave this place tomorrow even if you decide not to go." He got onto his feet and stretched his arm again. Claire could actually see the changes in his wound; it was already closing up.
If this is what he says it is… This could be the end of it all. No more running, no more hiding. We can finally relax. Claire looked up at him. "How do you know this is what it is?"
He looked to her and smiled. "My sources are very reliable, and I've actually seen it first hand. There is no doubt in my mind that this is the actual Umbrella HQ."
"So this is finally it, huh?" Chris huffed. "I don't think we're going to have to talk on this one. We're in."
Leon breathed out loudly and flopped down on the couch. "Great. We'll be leaving at 0600 for the airport. My friends are waiting there." Jill suddenly relaxed and took her seat next to Chris, who was staring at the table.
Rebecca got up from her seat and into Leon's face. "What else did the infection do to you?" She spread open Leon's lighter eye; looking deeply into it.
"It made me dependent on human blood." He lunged at her neck, sending her sprawling over the coffee table. Leon chuckled slightly and leaned back on the couch. "Just kidding."
"That wasn't nice!" Rebecca yelled, getting off the table. Claire burst out in loud laughter as Rebecca fell to the floor. "Quiet you!" She yelled again.
Leon huffed. "No but seriously, it gave me a sort of animal hearing, an amazing sense of smell and a sort of…sixth sense to danger."
"Hearing?" Rebecca dusted herself off. "How sensitive is it?"
Leon cocked his head sideways for a second. "There's two people having sex upstairs. One of them has a Spanish accent."
"A what?" Rebecca stared back at him.
"Carlos, right?" He chuckled again.
"THAT BASTARD!!"
Funny ending, no? Surprised about Sara? Me too. It was kind of a last second addition to the story that just kind of fit. Sorry for the rushed feeling of the latter part of the chapter…It's 3:30 here, I'm tired and I wanted to get this out to you guys as soon as possible. Leon's 'friends' will be introduced in the next chapter, along with some much needed action. Well, do you think this is really the end of Umbrella? Maaaaybe… That could be the hidden meaning behind the story's name. You won't know till the end…