Ashley was held up in a difficult predicament. This time, instead of being stuck inside a wall where Leon had to shoot off certain areas to get her un-bondaged, she was hanging in a myriad of small linked chains. All the shackles were wrapped around her wrists, her ankles, and an iron thick shackle that enclosed her neck area. When Leon took a good look, she was not alone. There was a man who stood next to her with a canon barrel pointed at him. This he saw a bit too late as the end of the mouth of the iron-standing weapon sent off a firing canon ball, the sound of a loud bang, pushed Leon back against the wooden shack, breaking the wood planks. He had hit the floor of the shack, as the roof itself started to collapse. He grunted loudly and rolled over as the ceiling caved in, barely missing his body. He was hurt bad. The canon ball had barely hit him, but the impact itself from the nearby shot was enough to send his health system into yellow alert.

" Leon!" Ashley's concern voice screamed out from the noise, " Leon! Hurry! Get out of there!"

Lifting himself up with difficulty he had reached inside his jacket pocket to look for a herb, anything, perhaps that'll get him back on course. His brown bangs obscured his vision, not to mention how the impact of the shot weakened him, leaving him vulnerable to the onslaught of fresh new villagers that were making their way towards him.

"Consiga el cerdo americano!"

Those were the words he could make out, before he could manage himself to lift a gun, shooting them all in the head. That sent a few back, but it was the ones who were cursed that troubled him. While few of the heads were blown up, splattering blood and flesh pieces everywhere, the ones that were placed with what he himself once had, decided to pay him a gift.

It's all good until the headless bodies sprouted those tentacled parasites and charges at you with their 'gifts' of welcome. Leon didn't even make it as he himself got hit a few times, and was still scrambling for the herb in his pocket. He had found it in time, as he had slipped the piece of clover into his mouth while he had shot of the villagers heads, giving him little time to do that. The newfound energy was miraculous, gave him the strength to withstand even the two remaining villagers with their tentacles slapping at the air, tried to snap and attack viciously at the young Agent. Leon had backed up, took out his butterfly and squinted his eye at them, taking precise aim.

"Usted es un amigo que no necesito!"

He didn't really know much Spanish, but a paltry few, and the butterfly, one of his strongest weapons sent the last two on the ground. Looking up, he saw that the canon had been lit, by the villager next to Ashley. Leon stumbled forward, quick on his feet and jumped high, high enough to get away from the impact of the oncoming projectile.

Leon found a nearby rock and hid behind it, glad to see that there weren't any more oncoming intruders, giving him time to get his rifle out. With it, he looked through the integral scope of the rifle, the thin red lines adjusted just right, giving him access to the villager who fired the next round of canon shots over his direction, missing him. Though the impact hit the large rock in which Leon was hiding from, the U.S. Agent pulled the trigger and the man's head was blown to bits, his body fell quickly on the ground. That took care of that, Leon sighed heavily, checked himself and his weapons, then glanced quickly around for any more uninvited guests.

He walked around the boulder, and looked up, his gun in position as both his hands were placed on the weapon, facing upwards to the sky. His brown bangs on one side of his angular face, blue eyes darted back and forth, and looked to where Ashley hung. She was unconscious it seemed, as her body had slumped forward, allowing the small chain links to be straightened from the heaviness of her cataleptic body.

There was a ladder that lay on the ground, covered in dust, and with his boots, lifted the steps, pushed it with the jerk of his kick. It pushed back against the wind, slammed against the flat surface, as the end reached directly underneath the young President's daughter. Leon was not fooled; this is a further trap now wasn't it? He didn't even have time to relax and look over Luis's body, which was laying face down in the dirt. The axe embedded in the head, the blood oozed out, was not drying, mixing with the dirt. The bodies which belonged to the villagers had all disintegrated into dust.

He had to get to Ashley first, then go and find out what is up with the clone of Luis's, find out anything that had to do with his resurrection and why? This would be something Salazar, the sick little short fuck would do, he knew it in his gut, yet the thought of Saddler was coming in close. It was something for the speechless, yet iron gripped man to do something like this to Luis. Luis, the deceased Spanish former researcher was invaluable, but not so much. As long as Saddler had enough information for his own, was the time that the young scientist had no room for his plans. But what about him? Leon mused no longer as he looked up, placed his gun away in a proper area and proceeded to go up the steps.

When Ashley was in front of him, he tried to shoot at the chain links, but the bullets ricocheted back, causing Leon to duck automatically from the backfire. Shit! He cursed aloud. That was the trick eh? Just as he was thinking of another means to release her from her prison, she was rousing, her head lolled back and forth and Leon's eyes widened; he was glad that she appeared to be alright,

"Ashley, it's me, Leon, I'm going to try and figure out how to get you out of this mess, k? You're feeling alright?"

Her eyes flickered open, then a smile replaced the frown she had, " Leon!" Overjoyed, her tears fell, "Oh god, Leon, I can't take much more of this! Get me out of here! These chain links are made of a special fiber that will resist your bullets. I overheard them when they were tying me up here."

"Overheard who?" Leon asked, as he touched the thick band around her neck, and examined the ones that held up her wrists, "They feel like…….some kind of tough rubber?"

His brows knitted, the confused look on his face caused Ashley to pull at the chains, "I don't know who they are really, they had me blindfolded, but try fire, Leon!"

"I'm not sure if that's going to work but," He paused, took out his hunting knife and proceeded to tear at the links, "These won't help either." Noting how they barely made a scratch.

"What harm would fire do? If you don't try?" She cried out, biting her lower lip, "I know it'll smell, but I don't care!"

Leon looked all over, examined the chains and narrowed his eyes, "Looks like it needs a key…."

Damn, he frowned; this is not something that he was looking forward to. Finding keys to fit into some slot isn't something he found enjoyable, unless of course….