Kitana- I know I know this chapter is kinda short, think of it as an
interlude if you could… (maybe?).
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Leon stood underneath the railroad tracks. It had been three hours waiting for the source.
What the fuck I'm I doing there? Three fucking hours…I must be stupid!
The night was cool and the silent pita patter of rain began to fall, Leon grimaced, he just had enough of everything for one day.
Firstly the sources he investigated today were all gone; it was surprise, since they were on the same quest as he was.
Nevertheless, there was always someone ready to talk…for the right price that is.
Leon leant back into the darkness huddling within his black jacket, no matter what he had to wait. It would be their only hope in obliterating Umbrella.
Suddenly he saw a dark figure in the darkness; it began to walk slowly towards him. He fell gently back towards the wall and pulled out his gun. He had a bad feeling that something wasn't right; maybe it was the constant thought of Umbrella's psychotic faction who seemed to have a 'thing' with pain and death. Or it just could be him.
The figure walked closer until they were in the light of the moon. She caught a glimpse of the gun and stopped in her tracks, "Hello," she called out, a little on edge, "It's me," she whispered holding up her hands.
Leon lowered his gun and released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He walked out of the darkness and grabbed a hold of her arm dragging her and him into the cover of the dark again.
"Sorry about that, just a precaution," he whispered, "Do you have it?"
She smiled, actually she grinned, "First off, where is my money?" she said lighting up a cigarette. She puffed it in and released a cloud of smoke, "Do you mind?" she said smiling.
Leon didn't answer, what was the point since she lit it anyway?
"Here's your money," he opened up his jacket pulling out a brown envelope. She snatched it off him and examined the contents, "You don't trust me?"
Her eyes met his, "It's not personal, I don't trust anyone," shoving the envelope into her handbag, she pulled out another one, an A4 sized envelop, "Everything in here should be sufficient," she commented handing it towards him, "Now if you don't mind, I'll be off. It was nice doing business with you."
He grabbed her hand pulling her in, "Not so fast," he said.
Her eyes widen, but then she smiled, "You don't trust me?" she said innocently.
Leon laughed, "It's not personal, I don't trust anyone."
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Leon stood underneath the railroad tracks. It had been three hours waiting for the source.
What the fuck I'm I doing there? Three fucking hours…I must be stupid!
The night was cool and the silent pita patter of rain began to fall, Leon grimaced, he just had enough of everything for one day.
Firstly the sources he investigated today were all gone; it was surprise, since they were on the same quest as he was.
Nevertheless, there was always someone ready to talk…for the right price that is.
Leon leant back into the darkness huddling within his black jacket, no matter what he had to wait. It would be their only hope in obliterating Umbrella.
Suddenly he saw a dark figure in the darkness; it began to walk slowly towards him. He fell gently back towards the wall and pulled out his gun. He had a bad feeling that something wasn't right; maybe it was the constant thought of Umbrella's psychotic faction who seemed to have a 'thing' with pain and death. Or it just could be him.
The figure walked closer until they were in the light of the moon. She caught a glimpse of the gun and stopped in her tracks, "Hello," she called out, a little on edge, "It's me," she whispered holding up her hands.
Leon lowered his gun and released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He walked out of the darkness and grabbed a hold of her arm dragging her and him into the cover of the dark again.
"Sorry about that, just a precaution," he whispered, "Do you have it?"
She smiled, actually she grinned, "First off, where is my money?" she said lighting up a cigarette. She puffed it in and released a cloud of smoke, "Do you mind?" she said smiling.
Leon didn't answer, what was the point since she lit it anyway?
"Here's your money," he opened up his jacket pulling out a brown envelope. She snatched it off him and examined the contents, "You don't trust me?"
Her eyes met his, "It's not personal, I don't trust anyone," shoving the envelope into her handbag, she pulled out another one, an A4 sized envelop, "Everything in here should be sufficient," she commented handing it towards him, "Now if you don't mind, I'll be off. It was nice doing business with you."
He grabbed her hand pulling her in, "Not so fast," he said.
Her eyes widen, but then she smiled, "You don't trust me?" she said innocently.
Leon laughed, "It's not personal, I don't trust anyone."