Leon was alone in the north side sewers. Of course, he was still looking for Ada. Why did she have to go alone? he thought, Why?
Leon swore he saw something special in her, though; she wasn't any woman. She was different. Couldn't tell what it was, but the chemistry was there, like friends with benefits. Things like that can last a long, long time. He liked the challenge.
With slow steps through the muck, Leon walked with his VP70 armed and ready. He wiped his forehead clean and heard some sounds of gunfire. It was coming from around a left corner in front of him. He darted forward and hugged the grimy wall, and peeked around the corner.
"Ada?"
The voice of another woman was heard around the corner to the west side. "There's nothing here for you, thief!" she yelled.
It was Ada. She was hugging the wall opposite Leon and was pinned by an assailant. A blonde woman in white had the higher ground beyond the passage in the middle of the area. Ada couldn't leave herself exposed; she had to solely rely on a little mirror inside her small golden compact to peek around the corner. It was evident in the reflection; the woman wanted to kill her.
Her Browning HP was lying in between her and Leon, waiting for her to recollect and save herself. It was out of reach and a bit of a stretch, but she was willing to dash for it. With the occasional bullets striking the wall often, she had to be quick. Leon saw that look in her eye; she was going to go for it; she was tempted to leave cover and risk it all.
"Ada, no!"
Leon's cry was of no use; Ada was already out of cover and inches away from her handgun. Then, at the slightest touch of her lightweight handgun; the woman shot it clean out of her grasp and stood up from the metal storage crates she was hiding behind.
"Farewell..." the woman muttered with a focusing glare. Ada was hunched in her sights.
Out of a sudden whimsical urge, Leon darted for Ada and went as quickly as possible to save her from the open. He wrapped his arm around her torso and moved her from her current position; the same couldn't be said for himself; at the cost of relocating her, he was hit in the chest. He collapsed as a result.
Ada dragged Leon's weak body out of harm's way and back to her corner. His weight was more than she thought, the blue R.P.D. armour he was wearing wasn't very efficient compared to the weight. Still writhing on the wet floor, Leon firmly clutched his left shoulder and suppressed the pain best he could, but blood still seeped and soaked through his uniform. His breaths were short and quick.
Ada stood up and frowned down at Leon. "Leon," she uttered. "Why…?"
Safer far away down the west passage, Ada set Leon up against the wall and sat him down to rest easier. Ada knew how to fix bullet wounds and didn't hesitate to get started with some thorough feeling inside the cavity.
"You're losing a lot of blood," Ada commented. "Don't move; I gotta remove the bullet."
"Who was that?" Leon breathed. "She was about to kill you."
Ada ceased feeling around Leon's wound and looked around inside of the brown pouch latched on her belt for something. She dared not to make eye contact with him. "That's my problem. Not yours."
"Fine..." Leon breathed again. "Don't tell me. But you better start working with me here, or we'll never make it out of this alive." His heated breaths were fading, and his left arm was falling limp. He held Ada's hand with a weak grip and held her closer. "Please, Ada… I need your help… I can't do this alone."
Ada rested her eyes back at Leon's. "You're right," she uttered. "I'll help..."
Leon's tense body eased up visually, and his voice soothed down, albeit still consumed by his heavy breaths. He relaxed his shoulders. "Thanks..." His head dipped down. His eyes closed.
"But first…" she said, opening her make-up gadget. It was a golden spy-tech. Under the make-up was a syringe and two small empty phials - a secret compartment. "I won't let you die on me, Leon… I owe you."