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Contains spoilers for Resident Evil 4.

Forced Conversation
By Arkhe


Helping Hand

"Do you know how to use a firearm?"

Ashley shook her head in response.

"Here, I'll let you use this." Leon removed a spare handgun in his case and handed it to Ashley. "All you have to do, is point and pull the trigger." Watching as the young female wrapped her fingers around the handle, the US Agent added as an after-thought. "The Merchant assured me that it can shoot through a person to hit a second person behind him."

"Okay." The President's daughter replied, determination set in her voice. She hefted the gun to get a feel for it, before holding the firearm up and pointing it at a nearby defenseless tree. A focused expression set over her face, as she prepared herself and pulled the trigger...

...only to find nothing happening. She pulled the trigger several times more, each time with a more sterner expression. Eventually she gave up and turned to Leon, her features contorting to blanket with panic and defenselessness.

Leon and the Merchant shared a knowing look (complete with suppressed laughter) and the former chalantly fiddled with the safety of his handgun -making sure to do it slowly and in Ashley's line of sight.

The young woman picked up on the action quickly, she suppressed the embarrassment before setting herself up to try again. However, being completely unprepared for the recoil, the blond girl fell back and landed on her behind.

"Heh. These guns pack quite the wallop. You gotta be careful." Leon offered her a hand up.

"Yeah, okay." She took Leon's hand, but in reflex, unwittingly closed the fingers of the hand wielding the pistol.

-BANG-

Leon looked down and found himself bleeding. The Merchant keeled over.

Ashley's eyes widened. "Oops."

The blond female's accidental misfire had grazed Leon's inner right thigh and continued its path into the Merchants jacket, where it richoted off a gun he'd set up in his coat. Unfortunately, the bullet's momentum still gave the impromptu shield a violent thrust -right into the merchant's groin.

When Leon managed to stop his inner thigh bleeding (that was before he got his hyper-ventilating in check from the close call of losing his family jewels, which was after he fought down the urge to throttle his rescued captive) that he took only one single look at the still groaning and writhing merchant, before he none-too-gently disarmed Ashley ("Hey! I need that!") and offered the gun back to the salesman; that is, once the poor fellow had got back his ability to stand.

"Ah... I'll buy it at a high price." The merchant said between gasps and turning a fearful eye back on Ashley.

L + R to dodge the bullets shot from the TMP that Ashley mishandled.
Failed.

You are Dead.
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Author's Notes:
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