Collide
By Rezie
A/n: Wow! Thanks to all that reviewed and liked the chapter (Sunrise at last).Getting those reviews really made me so happy and wanting to update sooner; Thank-you everyone for the positive feedback.
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Chapter 6: Then I'm gone
Dim sunshine broke through the everlasting midnight, flashing into Leon's weary eyes; though darkness was not fully subdued. Groaning, the man squeezed the red-and-white pill in his closed fist spitefully, roughly dropping it into his wrinkled and dusty pant pockets.
"Where's Jill?" The body-guard heaved a sigh, rounding from the back into the front where guards roamed -cleaning, investigating and such.
The F.B.I agent was plopped on the side of the porch, watching agents enter the Whitehouse. Her limber legs dangled, speculating the rising sun, diminishing the tiresome night.
Leon advanced toward her idle figure mirrored by the perspective sunbeams. Taking a seat beside her, he respectively gazed at the beams seeping through the gaps of branches.
"Tired?" She asked.
"Very, you?"
"Just a day, a normal day in our lives" She smiled thoughtfully, followed by a chuckle from Leon.
"And like our lives, we need to leave again" Leon grimaced. "Unless you want to stay here?"
After a paused and not receiving an answer he spoke once again, breaking the silence. "Whatever the reason you're doing here is…" He ventured.
Jill observed his face: cunning, handsome, curious…
"I'll go" She answered, turning her focus onto the pitched tents of investigators, the havoc of cops roaming around and the rising sun.
"Ashley" Leon called forth the blonde exiting the Lieutenant's tent. In response, she nodded proceeding towards him.
"Can we talk, privately?" He questioned; she nodded, in inquisitiveness and dread.
Leon led her toward the side of the Whitehouse, enough solitude for a conversation.
"Yeah, what's up?" She asked.
"I need to ...to...leave, for a while" He whispered.
"Why?" Her eyes widened. "It's because of her, isn't it? That woman"
Leon nodded as the president's daughter shook her head distastefully.
"I'll come back though, promise" He reassured, but there came no response from her.
"The only thing between me and Ada is respect. She's saved my life and I owe her the same" He assured, tugging on a chance.
"Then go, but guarantee me something?" She gripped both his hands with both of hers, intertwining their fingers –examining the lines droned on his arid (of dust and sweat) fists.
"What is it?"
"To keep your promise" She mustered up the courage to stare into his loving eyes.
Leon smiled, nodding; he's feelings for her had grown with time, but where they true? For a second, he could sense Ada's presence with him. The deceitful spy's eyes mirrored in Ashley's; those eyes that presented her weakness, her truth, everything she tried to hide, to conceal were -for a second- Ashley's innocent orbs.
Leon shook his head focused on the floor. Soft hands touched his cheek, navigationally, giving him a soft peck. Once again, he stared into her face. After a while, the marksman pulled her into an embrace.
His arms wrapped around her petite frame, tucking his face into her tresses filling his nostrils with a scent of sugary watermelons.
"Nice shampoo" He commented with a grin. Ashley giggled, pulling his face away and observing his fine features.
Tears filled her tired eyes. Obscurity of pain lingered in the glisten. Leaning in, she paused. Still trapped in her familiar gaze, his hands touched her cheek, admiring her soft skin.
Slightly titled, her lips advanced onto his. Leon's breath loitered on hers; his dry fingers left an unseen mark on her. Leon's hands lowered to her waist, pulling her closer; their bodies pressed on each other, the heat transferring from the close-knit enfold.
Ashley's body unnerved from his touch, her innocence becoming more perceptible by the actions; she yearned for his kiss, for his taste -like sweet champagne circling round her mouth; she yearned for his touch -like whispers- to brush through her body - like the rustle of leaves on her patio in late August.
"When you return…" The young blonde murmured, anxiety running through her form. Despite all her emotions, the young woman escaped from his embrace -letting his hands fall limp- and leave.
Letting his eyes meander towards Ashley talking to the main lieutenant once again –leaning on the side of the building, still- he heard footfalls nearing.
"What are you doing, Leon?" Jill spoke, stalking right next to him, by the front wall –examining his face poking out, body leaning lazily on the side.
"I have no idea" He sighed, understanding the depth in her question.
"You can't do these to them"
"Do what?"
"You know exactly what I mean" Jill answered, in a tsk-tsk sort of form.
"If I do, then why not?" He asked callously and perplexedly.
"Because they're head-over-heels for you, Scotty; I have no idea why but they just are, like you and that girl, Claire."
"Claire?" He fixed his gaze onto her lovely face.
"Yeah, Chris's sister"
"Chris: the one you have the hots for…" He coyly smiled, receiving a heated expression from the agent. "Anyway, I kinda forgot about her; but me and her were just partners, like me and Ada" He explained unemotionally.
"Maybe you did –forget her, but it looks like you didn't" Jill scowled playfully. "But not like you and Ada, Scotty" She grinned, departing.
"How does she know my middle name?" He questioned himself quietly.
"Like I know everything else" The agent responded.
"President Graham, can I please have a word with you?" Leon sprinted towards the burly president, finished talking to a worker helping to fix the Whitehouse.
"Sure, my boy, what you need?" He grinned, hurrying up to Leon.
"Well…" Leon began. "I don't know how to put this, but I …uh" another pause found itself into the conversation. Leon began wondering how the president would react to such news.
"Well…"
"Out with it, Mr. Kennedy" The president smirked.
"I need a break"
"Of course, of course; we can get the chauffer to drive you and Ms. Valentine anywhere you please"
"Not that kind of break" He slowly corrected.
"Then what do you mean?" President Graham cocked an eyebrow.
"I need to leave…for a few days, weeks, even months…I uh…don't really know how long" Leon stuttered.
"Leave" He repeated. "To where; we need you here, who else will protect us."
"There's Nikolai" Leon affirmed.
"Nikolai…that damn boy is scared to kill a cockroach for God's sake" He grunted, staring at Nikolai which tried to swat a fly bothering the first lady –unsuccessfully- and instead swatted the first lady accidentally which scolded the guard.
"To where?" He asked boldly.
"Venice, sir" Leon stated, almost skittishly.
"To Venice; this is nonsense." The president folded his arms, glaring at Leon, exact to his tall stature of height.
"My daughter is fond of you, and you know what'll happen to boys like you that breaks little girl's hearts. You're not leaving, and if so there will be consequences" The president informed, knowingly.
"You know?" Leon ventured, even more restless.
"I know all about your romance; I've seen you kiss and flirt and such …" he retorted disagreeably.
"Well she's not that little…"Leon remarked absent-mindedly (as if that comment would help him) receiving an astonished countenance from the president.
The body-guard's mouth looped into an 'o'.
"I…uh…didn't mean that" He furrowed his brows.
"What do you need to do in Venice, Leon?" The president stated, even more seriously and angrier than thought of.
"I…uh…just need to leave" Leon spoke, not sure of what to say and if he should. Of course, how would the president react if he was to discover his undeniable –yet he still does deny- the romance he has with the lady in red?
That love triangle would only worsen the situation.
"Then if you leave you are not permitted to see my daughter again or stay at this establishment…" He warned. "If you can't even tell me the reason, then I have no other negotiations with you anymore Mr. Kennedy".
Just from these words his heart convulsed, flipping in agony and choices. Never to see Ashley again? And his job? Was Ada more important than this? Silence consumed him; he owed Ada her life back, she needed his help and he did promise Ashley and this he would keep, and he would make sure of it.
"Then I'm gone" Leon sighed, turning his back towards the president.
Why the fuck does this shit always happen with me? Ada, dammit! Choices, choices: that's the history of my life. Choice one: Ashley or Ada. Choice two: Job or …whatever the hell I have to do in order to save Ada's life…
And Jill? Why in hell, is she here anyway? It's like my past enjoys finding ways to torture me.
With these people reappearing, like ghost that never disappear. I need to get under all of this; I need to find out what really is happening….there must be a reason to all this…mayhem?
First…Wesker's accomplices; then Ada appears seeking for…for…I dunno but I do knew she was looking for something. Looking for me, looking for forgiveness, looking for answers….
Then Jill; she's a whole different story but I still can't help think she has some part of this whole conspiracy or whatever the hell this is.
Ada said Wesker still hunts, hunts for me.
Why? I do not know.
I don't want to deal with him, I didn't want to kill him or see that madman. All I wanted was this job, this simple life…well not so simple, but as simple it'll get with me -kind of living.
I suppose Wesker still believes I'm a threat and probably Ada. So he set to kill her and me…
Leon's thoughts were disrupted by a knock on his cedar double-doors. Arranging his weaponry gear, he heaved the heavy, narrow pack around his shoulders letting the strap diagonally cross his abdomen.
"Come in" Leon assured.
The door creaked open, from the margining crack came forth a shortly-cut brunette. "Hey cowboy, how are you doing?" Jill smiled.
"I've been better" answering with bitterness, he stooped down to carry his two duffle-packs of clothing.
"Lemme carry one" Jill stated, hurrying up to the man, tugging a black duffle bag with his name fancily inscribed on it, and heaving it around her shoulder.
"Hmm…thanks" Swallowing, he shook his body trying to adjust his weaponry case which slightly slid off.
Jill stalked up to him, helping him with the case which was now firmly laid on his back. "So where we headed and how we gonna get there?" Jill asked. "And why?"
"Venice and …I have no idea how?" He scoffed. "And why? I don't know either, I think it's because I …" He paused. "Have to" With that he heaved the duffle pack from the wooden floor-boards, passed the F.B.I. agent and hurried outside. Jill just sighed, following.
"Look Jill, do you know how to hot-wire cars?" Leon asked, letting his eyes canvass the array of vehicles parked in the lot.
"Why don't you just ask the president for a ride, dimwit" She scolded, watching him kneel and roll over to the side of the porch, as if he was some kind of thief stealing some rare jewel.
"Leon, did you know you appear more idiotic than usual" Jill quietly bellowed, glaring at him.
"Shhh…" He pressed an index finger to his lips, dropping his duffle bag on the floor before him, gesturing for the woman to kneel with him; reluctantly she dropped to her knees, peering over his shoulders.
"They can still see us" She whispered in his ear, adjusting the duffle bag strapped on her shoulder.
"Shut up, don't ruin the moment" furrowing his brows, he mocked a grin at an officer peering down at them while he walked up the steps.
"Take a picture, sweetheart" Leon jeered, examining the fellow fix his sardonic stare somewhere else.
"Well do you?" Leon asked.
"Do I what?"
"Know how to hotwire cars?"
"Somewhat…yes…why?" Jill stared at him, puzzled.
"Look the president doesn't want me to leave, I already asked him for a ride a minute ago, he said no and if I choose to leave I should either walk to the airport with my dinero" Leon replied.
"Did he really say dinero?" Jill asked.
Leon peered behind him, glaring.
"I was just asking… you know…dinero…money…yeah same thing…" after a pause, Leon jutted his head back, annoyed; she spoke again.
"Can you give me a reason, how come we have to kneel like…this?" She pictured how they appeared stooping on the side of the peaked steps as if they were in hiding because the entire world could read their thoughts on hi-jacking a vehicle –as if that particular spot could conceal them.
"Jill…." Leon snapped.
"Just asking" the agent groaned.
After a while of silence, Jill mentally agreed to help him out with this idiotic escape plan.
"Which car?" She asked covertly, convinced he truly meant for them to hi-jack a vehicle and head for the airport.
Nervously her hands played with the wires, trying to figure out the correct equation to start up the engine.
"Hurry, hurry" Leon murmured to Jill, checking once in a while behind the auto if any officers of such had come to investigate the duo. In a lot of cars parked around in each other, covering one another it was pretty difficult to suspect one vehicle being hi-jacked.
"Look, calm down. If it wasn't for me Scotty, you wouldn't even have known how to open this car" She glared.
"Yeah I would have…. stupid-ass pick-pocket." He commented.
"And how?" She questioned, fiddling with the wires.
"I…uh…would have broke…open the window and…yeah since there was, you know… no alarm, so the window trick would have worked as well as the pick-the-lock method" He stated.
"And the window trick would have made noise that would have brought attention to the cops" She grinned.
"Shut up and do the job…." Crossing his arms and pouting; in the distance came the faint steps of footfalls.
"What are you two think you're doing…." A cop yelled. "Dan, Wendy get over here! Pronto!" The male cop hurried towards the two.
"Dammit, hurry!" Leon hurried around the vehicle, pulled open the passenger seat and clambered into the vehicle.
"Hold on…" Jill breathed in a rushed tone.
The two known as Dan and Wendy hurried carrying armaments with the male cop. "What happened, Jase?" Wendy asked, breathing tirelessly.
Jase stared at the two hi-jacking a white van, pointing it out from the far off distance they stood from the lot of cars –closer to the Whitehouse, near the large bushy trees.
Wendy gaped at the scene. "That vehicle has the two specimens in them…" She stated. "Dan, come on!" She yelled for the man. All three hurried toward the vehicle, bounding over other cars and agents in the way.
"Jill, hurry!" Leon yelled, watching the three cops advance with guns aiming hazardously.
"Don't move!" Jase yelled, pointing the weapon right at Jill whose door was still left open. Behind him, came the two officers, panting.
The F.B.I agent removed her fingers away from the dashboard; from the vehicle came the abrupt signal of the engine revving, slowly calming down, and steadily starting up again –this time in a more quiet and even pace.
"Who are these two?" The blonde man –Jase- asked, peering behind him. "The male is the president's body-guard, the woman is unknown" Wendy answered.
Leon glared at Jill –through his eyes- wondering what to do.
"What were you two doing?" Dan asked.
"What do you want us to do?" Jill asked slyly with her natural furtive charm.
"I want you to tell me what you think you were going to do with these vehicles?" Wendy asked more sternly from behind Jase.
Jill grinned, placing her hands over the steering wheel once again –clasping tightly- and adjusting her footing on the pedals.
"Don't move, or I swear to God I'll blow your brains out despite your beauty, ma'am" Jase –wielding the gun- closed his distance from the trigger.
"Hmm, charming me even though he warns me of my death" Jill smiled, receiving an eager smile from the young man's eyes.
"I hate that" She cocked a brow, pushing the pedal fiercely causing her to bolt forward and grab hold of the steering wheel even tighter. The open door swung wildly, swinging towards Jase and knocking out the flirtatious male, which dropped on the floor with a thud. After the dodgy swinging of the metal door, it clasped shut with a loud snap.
The van twisted and turned avoiding any cars in the way, and quickly exiting through the now-open-and-free-of-the-press- gates.
The two conscious cops began firing rounds at the vehicle, leaving bullet holes to trace the back.
"Dr. Cortez they drove away with the car that has the specimens" Wendy yelled, watching as the doctor emerged with several others curious at the sudden bullet sounds. Dan kneeled down, verifying if Jase was still breathing –luckily he was.
"Get them!" Dr. Cortez screamed. "We need those specimens!"
Wendy, Dan and the recovering Jase hurried into their black van. The male investigator/cop hurried to turn the ignition, soon jetting after them.
After rallying up a few more cops, they all headed into their own cars and followed.
"Dammit, who were they, who left with the specimens?" The Lieutenant groaned, speaking to a few of his men inside his tent. All answered vaguely and unknowingly.
"Lt. Arcos, I believe they are a Leon S. Kennedy and Ada Wong" The president intervened with a malicious glare –unlike his joyous self.
"Thank-you Mr. President" The Lt. smiled, turning to several of his workers. "Get all the information you can, on a Leon S. Kennedy and Ada Wong".
"Dammit Leon!" Jill rapped on the steering wheel angrily with her nails.
"Watch the road" The body-guard warned.
"Watch the road…" She gritted her teeth. "Watch your ass when we get out of this damn car".
"We couldn't have walked….done something…else". She scolded.
"Damn I don't think it's the hi-jacking they're mad at; it's that we stole the specimen van…" Leon peered from behind the van, opening the plastic curtains, there laid bulky containers labeled 'specimens'.
"Specimen van…" She groaned
"Yeah, you know like the place where they stored the accomplices, and then later on they'd send them to some lab and check them out…"
"I know what they are Leon" Jill laid a death-stare on the man which cowered back. "There are 5 vans after us, behind us, searching for us…" She hissed.
"Aww, they like us…" Leon smiled weakly –sarcastically.
"No one's going to like you when I'm finished with your face" She combated.
"Look, we can get out of this" He assured.
Jill passed some more cars, turning left then right; trying her best to lose the trail while weaving her self pass the surprisingly mild traffic.
"How?" She asked in a monotone voice
Leon weaved his gaze towards the outside. Through the tinted windows they passed shops, American houses, hotels, tourist spots, and the over-all Washington environment.
On a quick jolt of the car turning left and skidding, Leon slapped his sweaty palm on the window trying to maintain balance. After the turbulence the body-guard hurried to strap on his seat belt –so did Jill.
"Dammit" The female-agent groaned, glancing at the rear-view mirror to see that while they lost one of the vehicles, it also brought the remaining four tailing dangerously close behind them.
Jill twisted the wheel, causing the vehicle to be driven right, passing several cars and hurrying into an intersection. The high-way yielded before them of cement and car-havocked speed-bound roads.
One of the vehicles made its way right next to the twos' white van, siding on the driver's area.
Jill tried to turn the van the opposite direction, but another black van cornered her action closing off right and left escapes.
Pushing the pedal with more force, she gripped the wheel and suddenly stomped on the brakes. As the car skidded –screeching- she did her best maintaining supremacy over the auto and ended up on its side as the other two that once cornered her hurried to rear back and catch up to the car.
"Dammit, Jill move!" Leon yelled, wide-eyed and staring from outside his tinted window.
The remaining two cars cam speeding right at them on full force, ready to pulverize their vehicle and topple it over; the driver –in pure panic and anxiety- pressed her heels on the pedals. Nothing but the exhausted sound.
"Dammit!" She cursed madly, pounding on the brake.
Without much thought, Leon unbuckled his belt in nano-seconds and kicked open his door –forgetting all about his duffle bag- bounded over the engine of the car with a baseball-like slide, and yanked open Jill's door.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jill yelled, still stomping on the brake as the two cars neared dangerously, and other two that once cornered them were already speeding towards their target. Their vehicle was heated and smoking up from unseen areas.
"Saving your life, now we're even" He rushed and hurried to unbuckle her belt. "Dammit, this shit won't get off" He yelled frustrated, ignoring Jill's frantic case, the other cars honking and beeping -staring, pedestrians alarmed, and the four vehicles speeding towards them on all four ends with the intent to pursue or even kill.
All he thought was they couldn't be caught, they wouldn't be pursued.
Unsheathing his knife, he slashed the belt loose and yanked Jill out.
The four cars came to an abrupt stop, accidentally and on-impact ramming into the vehicle –delaying their future actions for a few seconds.
Leon –arms wrapped around the agent- rolled on the cement. After recovering, the ex. R.P.D. cop hurried her up and jumped over the railing and down a steep hill.
Behind them, the uninjured guards (Wendy, Dan, Jase, and 2 other guards, as one was injured and another stayed to tend to the wounded guard, while two others stayed to make sure the specimen van was safe and secure) scurried out of their cars and followed the two agents.
Leon hurried down the hill –skittishly, Jill followed –having much trouble in her heels.
Observing his surroundings and having some familiarity of the capital state –because he visited it once before- he noticed the airport was straight ahead, a good 20 miles.
Bullet shots barely nicked at the two. Leon yanked out his Blacktail, not having his Oh-maybe-if-I-run-really-quickly-the-bullets-will-miss- type of persona he had sometimes.
Quickly, he began firing rounds at the cops aimlessly and successfully shot the two unknown agents which were injured on the grassy floor. The three remaining cops swiftly passed them, paying no attention.
Jill hurried and pulled out her STI eagle and began shooting rounds; she shot two of them once but their bulletproof vests kept them going and running after the duo without harm.
Breathlessly, Jill and Leon dodged more alarming bullets ending up at a river at the bottom of the prominence. Halting, they saw no other escape.
Leon, holstering his easy-to-use Blacktail, yanked the artillery case on his back –hurried and pulled out his shotgun and placed the case back on -rapidly.
"Damn..." Jill eyed his case. "That's alotta shit" she cocked an eyebrow, remembering all the artillery she had seen before he placed it over his broad back.
"Mexico?" She commented with a grin.
"Merchant" He answered, cocking the wooden shotgun and aiming at the three that came to a stop, aiming their handguns at the two.
"Shoot and I'll blow the living shit out of her" Leon warned, aiming the shotgun dangerously at Wendy's head.
"Calm down, sir" Jase neared cautiously, dropping his weapon on the floor showing no harm. "Drop your weapon, we mean no harm".
Leon eyed the man, speciously. Jase signaled for the other two to drop their weapons and this they did.
After a while -on fairness- Leon slipped his shotgun on the floor, beside his boots. "We just need to talk; we need to bring you back to the Whitehouse" Jase explained, making cautious hand gestures.
"Talk, huh?" Leon murmured.
Jase nodded in reassurance. Leon canvassed the area. No escape. They were cornered.
From the distance came the whirring of a speedboat. Jill licked the bottom of her perfectly aligned teeth; from the corner of her eyes she gazed at Leon as he as well gave her the familiar sly gaze.
Jase caught onto the eye contact –not sure what it meant, but knew it wasn't good. He tipped his head, signaling for Wendy and Dan.
On queue, Wendy unsheathed a knife and slipped it in his hand – intertwined behind him. Dan edged his foot towards his weapon on the floor, so did Wendy.
"Are you coming?" Jase asked disturbing the unearthly silence and non-verbal signs.
The whirring neared; the sound escalating with the scuttle of water. From behind them the speed-boat came into view.
"Maybe next time" Leon smiled, dropping to his knees and performing a low kick to Jase which dropped to the grass. Wendy and Dan hurried to retrieve their weapons.
Jill from behind her clipped a flash grenade and swung it towards the ground, blinding the three agents. In the blinding light, the brunette yanked Leon from the ground -retrieving his shotgun- and leaped into the boat.
"Dammit, he got me. Damn knife." Leon groaned, gripping his bleeding forearm.
The driver of the boat –a middle aged man- gawked at the two boat-jumpers.
"What the hell!" He yelled in surprise. "Get us to the airport!" Jill ordered –brandished with weapon and aiming at the man who cowered in fear.
After this initiation, she kneeled down to Leon who laid on the floor in pain –forearm still bloody.
Removing a towel from the floor of the white speed-boat, she aided him, taking out some herbs wrapped in plastic –from her cargo pockets- and making some concoction.
"You know, Jill" Leon groaned, walking down the crowded airport with her. "Yeah" The brunette answered.
"I need some sleep". Leon rubbed his wounded fore-arm covered by the bloody white towel cloth. The herbs stung the wound, causing the skin to quickly tunnel over and stop blood from leaving his body. Undoing the towel he crumpled it up and dunked it inside an oval trashcan they passed by. The open wound was scarlet and raw, but the bleeding had hindered.
"Me too" She smiled, yawning.
The marksman jogged towards the lady behind the desk.
"Um, Miss what's the earliest flight you can get us for Venice?" He asked drained.
After the attendant checked her computer and such, she then spoke. "Um, there is one leaving in five minutes" She responded.
"Thank-you Jesus" He laughed happily. "Yes! And I thought I had to hi-jack a plane or walk there, or get a damn horse…." He grinned. "Thank-you" In all his joy, he began laughing hysterically.
Jill held her breath; cheeks flushed in embarrassment as all attention were focused on them. In a bashful state, she passed the hysterically laughing man fallen on the floor giggling like a young child and whispered to the attendant.
"How much do we have to pay?" She asked pulling out her Passport and such, then hurrying to get her wallet from her cargo pants and checking if the man she jacked the motorcycle from had any money in his jacket -$23. 75: in cash and change.
I guess I deserve it. I deserve losing Leon. I deserve this clockwork. By clockwork I mean, this Las plagas virus slowly eating me up, slowly killing me.
I deserved being hated. I deserved the worst, that's all I've ever been given and that's all I've given.
Lost in her anger-riddled thoughts, she crossed her legs breathing the cigarette scented atmosphere inside the taxi. The airport was near, and she had to find other methods to reach Venice seeing her passport was –from the beginning- taken by Wesker with her other possessions.
When I first enrolled as a worker in the corporation, I never expected the things I've seen in my life to have ever occurred. I expected scientific experimentations, I expected discoveries but never being a secret spy and never…never did I expect to fall in love.
But I suppose life throws unexpected curve balls. I would do anything to forget everything in my life I've seen, I've done and the things I never stopped or the things I couldn't have stopped. Anything.
The Asian woman scaled up the wire fence, gracefully leaping on the other pavement. Mini jets and test airplanes lined each other inside a shed. On the other side of this pavement were the airplane take-off spots of the airport. The terminal was in the center of the out-sized asphalt road.
Ada strolled towards the largest of the several sheds. A small two-people-fitting plane was being revved up; inside was a woman pilot.
"Isn't this funny?" She questioned, laughing, and pulled out her TMP.
Hurrying up to the plane, she tapped the window of the passenger side. The honey-brown haired woman pilot eyed the beautiful spy.
A clicking sound rang inside Ada's ears signaling the passenger door was electronically opened. Wesker's ex accomplice pulled the door open.
"Venice" Ada grinned, cocking an eyebrow, aiming her TMP at the brunette.
"So Jill, what have you been doing for these six years?" Leon questioned, tearing a packet of peanuts open and popping a couple in his mouth.
"I live in Los Angeles." She started, taking a sip from the Water bottle they handed her. "I work in the L.A.P.D. as an F.B.I. agent." In herself, she decided to tell him the truth about her -except the reason why she was here.
"Hey, that's great. You really made it, didn't you?" He complemented, still chewing on the peanuts.
"Well before that. I was living on the streets, and then my chief discovered me, picked up some files on me and hired me" She smiled weakly.
"Streets?" He questioned, crumpling up the empty packet of nuts, and then tearing the clear packet of crackers.
"After S.T.A.R.S. was done…." She paused. "It seemed like I was done too." She sighed.
"You missed him, didn't you?"
"Chris, yeah; it wasn't the same, life wasn't the same."
"Did you give up?"
"Not really. I tried moving on but it seemed life wasn't ready for me to forget. Every job I tried to get, I seemed to fail or there was something wrong with me or my resume. After a few months, everything was going downhill and then my home wasn't some crappy apartment or in my car anymore that got stolen, it was the streets" She explained, eyes watery.
"It wasn't just about Chris…it was about everything" she stated.
"But then everything got better, and it'll just get better and better." Leon comforted, grabbing her palm and squeezing softly.
"And it did. My chief got me the job; I got myself a house I rented with two great girls. And everything went good. My roomies must be wondering where I am, remind me call them later" She smiled.
"Mind me asking, what are you doing here?" Leon asked.
Silence consumed Jill, and then it seemed the words found her. "I guess I'm searching for the truth. Let's leave it at that".
Leon removed his friendly hand from hers, feeling his trust for her fading. "We're so alike, Jill." He commented. "None of us trust each other" he stared at her. "Trust each other enough to tell each other the truth".
A/n: Well the chapter's done. Over the summer my updates might take a while or maybe non-existant for a while.But I'm gonna try my best to update (It is the summer!) There will be a period of time I won't be writing or updating (June 14-July14) I'm going to California. So don't bite off my head.
Please reveiw and I hope you liked this chapter.
Just to clue you in on the next chapter. Two resident evil chracters appear and all hell breaks loose. Ada and Leon meet again.Wesker & Mr.Slit are in Venice to collect something and the group try to stop him. Okay that's brief enough...
And more romance (or w/e you wanna name it)between Leon and Ada! finally.
-Rezie