Disclaimer: I don't own the super cool series Resident Evil, no matter how much I want to. They all belong to the geniuses of good ol' Capcom! I'm just a RE fan that plays way too much RE and daydreams a lot! So I just write fics for the hell of it!
Authoress' Notes: Alexandra "Alex" is mine. Leon is in his fucking sexy RE4 style. Nicklebacks' Saving Me is Alex's theme. Still trying to keep it as close as I can to Survival Horror but can't help sticking in fanstasy stuff. I'm a RPG fanstasy fan freak, so sue me. My other new charry will be here, she's mine too. Can you guess Alex's true identity?
Final Note: Thank you, Sabertooth and Wolf for your lovely review, you're making me blush! I'm still open to ideas! Enjoy this chappy! Sabertooth and Wolf this is for you my friend!
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The Resurrection of the Nightmare
Chapter Three: Gearing Up and On the Hunt
Leon blinked at her angry expression. Damn, she looked pissed. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to tell her about all this. She looked like she didn't want to get information, it was more like she just wanted to tear the company apart. Just don't piss her off, Kennedy. You saw what she did in under twenty seconds. The rookie shuddered at the thought. How could he forget? Alex broke two of the grunts necks and then beat the last guy senseless. He looked over to where the last one was and cringed. So that's how he died. The last grunt died with a baton shoved into his face, obviously he pissed the girl off and got a baton to the face as his booby prize.
Right. Note to self...don't piss off Alex. File. Saved. Got it. Leon thought dryly. Alex, of course, didn't know what he was thinking and began to shiver. She wrapped herself with her arms, still holding the gun and her finger away from the trigger, and her teeth began to chatter. Leon glanced over at her and winced. Ah, that's right, he forgot that she didn't have much on and they were still in the cold room. He looked around the fairly large room and spotted a locker that tucked behind a shattered capsule. He rushed toward it, threw it open and peeked inside. He smiled. Jackpot! Inside were women's clothes. Leon waved Alex over, motioning her to come.
She scurried over, looked into the locker and squealed in joy as the rookie cop backed away to give Alex some privacy. While the girl dug around in the locker, Leon gazed around the room for a bit and noticed a computer console sitting on the other side of the room, directly across from Alex. He fished out the disk he took earlier and grinned at the computer.
Computer + disk sweet, sweet info hacking!
He smirked as he strode over to the PC, turned it on and popped in the disk. The PC finished booting and demanded an access code before letting anyone on, at which Leon frowned. Typical. Umbrella always has to have codes for their goddamn computers so no "unauthorized" personnel can access their files. Its such a pain in the ass to look for.
Why can't they make this easy for me? he thought bitterly as he glared at the console. He was about ready to take the disk out when something caught his eye. He lowered his gaze and smiled.
Hallelujah!
There, placed on the hard drive was a sticky note. Better yet it was a sticky note with the access code and screenname scrawled across its surface. Some dumbass had written the password on it and slapped it on the hard drive. Why Umbrella researchers do that when they know its supposed to be a secret password, he didn't know and may never know. But he wasn't going to question it. "Thank you, Dr. Phil." he murmured, noting the screenname, as he typed out the passcode and logged onto the system.
Computer + disk + password easy download!
Leon smiled as his fingers flew over the keyboard, commanding the PC to fork over any BOW information. This was great! Things were finally going his way! With any luck all the info he needed on BOWs would be on this computer's database and he can copy it all down on the disk.
"Error: File not found." the computer intoned unemotionally as it scanned for any and all BOW data in its hard drive and found nothing. The rookie cop's smile faded at that. This is new...
What the hell? The file isn't here?
"Okay, what about the T-Virus?" he muttered, typing in the command.
God, let it be there...please...let it be there...
"Error: File not found."
Damn it! He typed in a different request. "G-Virus?"
"Error: File not found."
"Rockfort Island?"
"Error: File not found."
"Raccoon City disaster?"
"Error: File not found."
"Anything Umbrella related?!"
"Error: File not found."
"Arrgghh! What the hell is wrong with this company?!" Leon snapped, glaring at the computer screen that bore the cold letters of the error box. What the hell is the point of having a computer in a BOW storage area, if doesn't have jack on them?! He glared at the screen as he got rid of the error box and seethed, but something on the monitor caught his sight. Something he didn't notice when he was first logged on. The rookie blew out his breath and grinned. Of course, it made sense. Umbrella would never trust their employees' capabilities to have such sensitive information in a lone PC. So where in the computer will the company allow storage of the information while their employees' worked on them?
"A network." he murmured with a grin and double-clicked the "BOW" network icon...
"Error: Network sever malfunction."
Leon's head dropped on top of the keyboard, letting out a frustrated sigh.
God-fucking-damnit!
"If ain't one fucking thing, it another." he hissed, "Does everythingfuck up in Umbrella's labs?!"
Duh. Stupid question. Of course there's always fuck ups. Need a reminder? Go look at Raccoon City Crater. (A/N: Look! Guess who's still there? HI, BRAD!) Or you could remind yourself the fact there's always an accident no matter where they are.
The rookie glared at the PC, "I hate you, you piece of techno crap." He took back the disk and left the useless computer alone as he wandered about and came upon a bullet riddled piece of machinery. He blinked at it, looked at the cables cascading from it and followed them on the floor and came to a halt. The cables led to the PC he had just left behind. He swore.
"That was the network server?!" he griped before placing a hand over his face, trying his best from going berserk with anger. "The source of the BOW info in this lab...reduced to a twisted metal version of swiss cheese..."
Computer + disk + password - BOW information + fried network server a fucking pissed off Leon.
"Leon, like?" the girl's voice asked from behind him. Stiffling a cry of surprise, Leon whirled around and stared in amazement, blue eyes wide. Oh, my God...
Alex was gorgeous!The white tube top and black pants fit her lithe form, the black of a trench coat cinched at the waist and open at the top flattered her further. Black boots, knee guards and white fingerless gloves added to the effect of her nearly armored outfit. She brushed down her blonde hair until it shone and tied it up in a luxurious ponytail. She looked more like a punk-version of some teen goddess than an adopted kid sister.
Holy shit... Leon blinked as a thought occured to him. This was going to be an intresting mission and when they got back, he wasn't sure if the guys are going to be able to take their eyes off her. And the girls..well...they're going to be pretty envious of this BOW. (A/N: Sorry, for making her a little too flattering, Jill, Claire, and Rebecca. Carlos! Hands to yourself! lol. --; )
"Like?" Alex asked again, knowing that her brother didn't hear her the first time. The rookie cop nodded wordlessly and she grinned like a little chibi, ice blue eyes closing for her smile. That ruined the image. At first, she looked like a dangerous teen avenger, ready to kick some major ass; but now, with that smile, she looked more like a teenager that had a child's mind trapped in the body.
"Important?"
Leon blinked and noticed that she was referring to the swiss cheese server. "Important?" she asked again, blinking at him. He nodded and sighed. "Yeah, its important." He still didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure if he should call it quits and take Alex back with him to the apartment and call the others that the mission was a bust.
"Broken?"
"Yes, its broken" the rookie said sadly. She nodded silently in understanding and stared at the machine. For a minute neither of them spoke and stared at the burnt server before Alex broke out another childish smile and turned to Leon.
"Let's look for another one!" He was taken aback by her response. She wanted to explore a place where she was kept at and owned by a sick company that got its kicks by doing evil experimentations? She held out the map he had gotten and pointed at the various rooms in the castle's interior. Evidently, she had been studying the map while dressing and firmly believed that there had to be another server in the area. Leon grinned and mentally kicked himself.
Of course! They had to have another server that held all of their precious research data. 'Cause if that's the only one they've got then they'd just fucked themselves over. Touché, little sister.
After a while of discussing where they should head and plan a way to get there, the duo geared up. Leon handed her a spare Assualt Rifle, which she slung across her back with the strap that was still attached to the weapon, and gave her some of magazines that went with it. He also gave her some clips for the Colt SAA and she put them away in her little sidepack that she took from one of the grunts. Once everything was done, they quickly left room and returned to the hall Leon had left behind, due to the secret door he didn't know about, and was greeted by an ugly scene.
Covering the floor of the hall were bodies of the grunts that were bearing down on Leon earlier. All them had died from gunshot wounds to the vital spots in the body. Alex scrunched her young face at the gruesome scene as Leon frowned. What in God's name happened here? He thought for a second before a pretty obvious answer came to him. From what he could gather from this was one fact. These guys weren't on the same side. The two "armies" that were about to sandwich him earlier, were from GenX and Umbrella. Apparently, the Umbrella guys found out about them and instead of following the "intruder", they decided to take out the enemy grunts before going after him. And it turned out to be a pretty brutal blood bath.
He walked over to the nearest one and ripped off the patch and the GenX insigna was there. He then walked over to the one that was across from the GX grunt and ripped off the Umbrella patch and no other one was there. Yup. They went to war on themselves. Alex was collecting any left over ammo from the bodies and Leon studied the bloody battlefield with a grim face.
He blinked slowly and his blue eyes widen in horror as realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Holy shit... We're trapped in a castle that's crawling with guys from two rival companies and they're ready to kill each other! We ARE sandwiched! He didn't who controlled the entrance but they couldn't go back that way, there was just too many there. Even with Alex's help and the ammo they have now, there were still too many to take head on. He had bypast them earlier via sneaking by and they were unaware, but after he had tripped the alarms, both sides were alert and ready.
"Leon? What's wrong?" Alex asked as she noticed the horror growing on his face. He shook his head to clear it. He had to be strong and clear headed for both their sakes. "A new war has just began." he muttered and the girl looked confused at his statement.
"What? What war?"
Leon looked at her with a grim expression. They were in a grave situation and it was gettin' worse by the minute. To hell with the info, they needed to get going and go now. Someone's bound to find out what happened here and the rookie didn't want to be seen, let alone get caught in the middle of a warzone.
"Alex, we need to get the hell out of here."
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Elsewhere in the castle facility
"What the hell do you mean you don't know what the fuck happened?!" a woman snapped at one of the grunts, who stood tall before her. The others were lined up next to their captain and were visibly scared of her. And they should be! How dare they return to her like frighten children. The captain was trying his best to look brave for his group. But she knew, she knew that this fucker was a coward and instead of seeing what happened, he ran to her.
"We've located the intruder but came up against a group of armed men that had the nerve to wear Umbrella's logo. It was GenX's men, a battle waged and ..." he explained somewhat meekly, trembling in his boots.
"-and instead of being a man and fight for your company, you turned tail and ran. Ran to me like a sniveling little bastard that you are. You disgust me." she spat as she slowly reached for her gun that was hidden on her desk. The UBCS grunt straighten himself out, trying to make himself look that he can do whatever the woman wanted. She smiled icily at the act, but that was just it. An act. He wasn't going to do jack when push came to shove.
"Ma'am, I assure you. I will not disappoint you or the company, if you-" the grunt said, still trying to impress her. She lifted her gaze, the ice still in her green eyes and her cold grin grew wider.
"You're right. You won't disappoint me."
Blam!
The grunt fell back, convulsing on the floor after having a S&W round forced into his worthless brain as the woman looked at him with distaste, the end of her Glock 17 smoking slightly. The others had jumped at her action and were looking at her with new found fear. "You!" She pointed the gun at the one who had stood next to the now-dead captain. He trembled before her.
"Get your captain and find out what's going on."
"Um, you've shot the captain..." the grunt said trailing off at the end, afraid that she was going to shoot him. She looked at the dead captain and frowned. Ah, yeah. I forgot the fool was promoted to captain. Why, I don't know nor do I care.
She rolled her eyes heavenward. This was hopeless, these ragtag morons were just giving her a headache. "Then go get someone who I haven't shot and get your asses in gear and do your fucking jobs!" she raged, waving the Glock threateningly at them. They let out squeals of fright, sounding very distrubingly like little girls, and scurried away. She watched them flee with growing frustration. How in the hell does Umbrella put up with such insignificant individuals as these? They were crude and practically useless when it came down to do the nitty gritty stuff. She felt like shooting them all.
She then blinked as if realizing something and sighed irritably. Great. She lost her temper again. She tapped the muzzel of her weapon against one long leg and frowned. Her doctor had told her before that she had a short fuse and that she was capable of anything once angered. At least that was all he could say before she broke his neck, killing him. His own fault for pissing her off.
She rapped the table for a bit before she sighed again and called for her one of her own elite guards. "Rodrigo." she called out that held a commanding tone. A large man entered the room as soon as she called him and he glanced impassively at the corpse of the other grunt on the floor. He saluted her and snapped into "attention" stance. The woman smiled. Man, she loved the obedient ones, they were easier to deal with but hard to replace.
"Ma'am?" Rodrigo questioned unemotionally, awaiting for his orders. The woman smiled again and told him to relax, which he did but only slightly. She then pointed at the dead fool on her floor, the pool of blood staining the carpet.
"Get his worthless ass out of here." she ordered, waving her hand drearily in the air.
"Yes, Ma'am." he replied but didn't move from his spot. She didn't say for him to leave yet and he knew that she was testing him. The woman flexed her fingers for a moment, trying to calm herself down. Someone had dared to infiltrate the castle labs and tripped the alarms. Things weren't ready yet and someone just had to fuck up the planning. This wasn't good.
"Once you're done with the rubbish, take some men with you and get to the first floor. Find out just what the hell went on down there. Report to me anything worth reporting and check the BOW storage area. If you see this "intruder", take care of them, I don't want anyone messing with my plans, understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Rodrigo lifted the dead grunt by the back of his uniform and began to leave. She watched him go and sat back for bit, thinking. GenX was already making their move, thanks to the damn intruder, and she needed to do the same. Her BOWs needed a little more time to be fully prepared, as their programs haven't been implanted or activated yet. The rest of Umbrella won't be able to send in their elite forces for at least a day and by that time, the intruder or GenX could've have done some major damage to the facility.
But then, who was she to rely on Umbrella? Sure, they gave her the time and money for her research but they began to demand their portion of her BOWs research. She didn't need their help. She'll take care of it herself and with the help of her superior BOWs, she'll get the job done quickly. She grinned. Not to mention she'll be getting a pretty good amount of battle data for further research.
Her thoughts turned to her lovely child, born from two brillant people. She and her husband have bore the perfect child two years ago. Perfect in every way. She looked at her watch, their little angel was still asleep, naptime had just begun. She had more than enough time to get rid of the intruder and tend to her child's needs. She only hoped that the noise wouldn't wake her child up from her sleep. God only knows how cranky a baby can get when aroused from their slumber. She also hoped that this intruder won't find and hurt her little baby. By god, the child was only two years old and easy prey to some mad man running around here. The woman cocked her weapon and ground her teeth as she stalked out of her office. For the intruder's sake he better not find and lay a finger on her baby.
"I need some green tea, all of this is pissing me off." she muttered as she headed for the break room.
(A/N: Think of her as Annette Birkin...only fucking crazy and a lot more dangerous.)
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"I can't believe I'm doing this." a male's voice griped as he filed in line with the rest of the UBCS, at least he thought they were UBCS. He had gotten some intel from headquarters about what was going in the castle facility. It seems that their rival, GenX, had decided to raid the lab and steal what they can. Normally, he would just storm the place with a team of his own and send the opposition packing, but because GenX was looking for BOW DNA, Umbrella couldn't afford to have his blood stolen by these guys. All the more reason why he was hating this. He had insisted that he and a team should go and collect what they can before GenX can completely overrun the castle. Umbrella agreed. But only if he went on his own and undercover.
He really hated this. He hated the fact that he couldn't crack the heads of the GenX troops with his hands and show 'em the power of the Umbrella Corporation. No, he couldn't do that. Orders were orders. This was a undercover operation and he didn't need the entire GenX force chasing him through out the castle. No, he had a job to do, but first he needed to get away from them long enough to start searching the floors. But still, it would have been having fun cracking people's heads with his bare hands.
"This sucks..." he muttered bitterly. He must've spoken a little too loudly as the captain of the squad came around and glared at him. Thank Umbrella for the helmet. The captain pulled back his lip and sneered.
"You say something, private?" he growled, trying to peer into the dark visor of the man's helmet. The male shook his head and cleared his throat.
Time to act.
"No, sir." he said forcing his actual voice to sound somewhat lighter in tone. He was trying to pass himself off as a newbie of the squad. It seemed to work as the captain gave him a curt nod and a evil grin. "Good. I don't need newbies like you gettin' everyone killed just because you can't keep your trap shut. Entiendo?" the captain growled out as the rest of the squad trembled slightly, trying to keep themselves from laughing. He didn't say it right and that was the joke of the squad. (A/N: I did the misspelling on purpose. Just to let you know, I know enough spanish to know how to spell 'em right.)
"Understood, sir." the man said a little forcefully and glared at the captain from behind the dark visor. Entien...do!? What the-?! Oh, good God! Get away from me before you butcher another language! The captain stared at him for another minute before walking off to inspect the other squads. If you knew who I really am, then you wouldn't be speaking to me like that, you arrogant fuck.
"Squads One and Seven head for the third floor. Squads Three and Five you're with me and we'll search the first floor." the captain ordered just as distant gunfire sounded. The gunfight were coming from two different locations, but three different guns were being fired at the UBCS. Two were in one location and the lone one was at the second location.
Intresting. The man thought as one of grunt's radio crackled to life and the voice of a panicky grunt broke through, the man listened intently.
"Anyone!? Anyone...he...me? Listen...we're under fire..." BLAM! BLAM! "...Oh god!...send in reinforcements..!" BLAM! BLAM!
The grunt who had the radio, gripped the device and yelled into it. "Where's the gunfight?! What floor are you on?!"
BLAM! BLAM! "...We...we're...damn this thing for screwing up...we're on...the..." BLAM!
The radio went dead.
"Jesus..." The grunt looked horrorified as he stared at the radio, "Squad Two had just been taken out..." The captain finally kicked it into high gear.
"Alright! Same as what I last told you, only double time! Get going!" the captain barked, leading his squads toward the west side of the first floor. The man sighed. Thank God he wasn't in his squad. Another captain ordered his squads, the one the man was in, to double time to the far staircase several corridors away. The man grinned for several reasons. One, he was at the back, which made it easy to slip away unseen. Two, there was another set of stairs that was closer to them, maybe about two hallways away. Three, he'd get the chance to shed this crappy uniform.
As they passed by the first hallway, he began to lag behind, at least enough so that noone would notice. As they passed the second hallway, the man veered and slipped into the hallway. He paused and waited for their rhythmic steps to disappear further down the corridor. Once he was sure they were gone, he let out a frustrated sigh.
Finally! I get to take this damn thing off!
The man gripped the helmet and pulled it off, shaking his head to hopefully straighten out his short, dirty blonde hair. He tossed the helmet away as one of his hands ran through his hair while the other took out and put on his perpetual shades. It was Captain Albert Wesker! (A/N: Go, ahead and do the dreamy sigh ladies. I'll do the same. Ready? Go! starry gaze and hands clasped together over the heart. dreamy sigh Okay, back to the fic!)
Once he had his hair slicked back, Wesker headed for the stairs and took them two at a time until he came to the last two. He paused, listening intently. He heard breathing, it was soft but still there. Thankfully, the lights around the corridor had burnt out and left the area in darkness. He crept up the final two steps and scanned the area. Save for the area of being pitch black, there was some light spilling into the hallway to his right and there barely revealing himself in the light was a grunt. The grunt was prepping a rifle as quietly as he could and he didn't notice Wesker standing not to far from him.
The grunt rised the rifle.
Wesker narrowed his eyes, letting his BOW heighten senses take in what the guy was doing and find what type of logo he wore. Which side are you on?
The grunt removed the safety.
Come on, move your arm...Who do you work for...?
The grunt aimed.
There! Wesker saw the logo.
GenX, huh?
The grunt never fired as Wesker moved in as silently as a shadow and snapped the grunt's neck. He didn't do it to save the life of whoever this guy was aiming at. He did it because the little bastard was trespassing on company property. Too intent on glaring at the GenX guy, that Wesker barely heard the the soft click of the safety being removed. He froze. The gun was pressed to the back of his skull.
"Up." came the curt order. Wesker, too shocked to do much else but wonder how, obeyed the order, standing slowly. How in the hell did this asshole get behind me?! Even slipped by while my BOW senses were alert!
"Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?" the person snarled. Wait, he recognized that voice now but he need a face to place it. Shifting through his mental list of people as quickly as possible, he found the face that matched the voice perfectly. Wesker sighed, not bothering to keep it in.
Aw, hell. Why? Why did it have to be her?!
"Wesker?!" a woman's voice cried out in surprise. Wesker sighed again. It was definitely her, no doubt about it. The only person in the world, besides the actual board members of Umbrella, that scared him to death. She was just so strange. She said she was married but here she is flirting with him. Whenever he walked by, she would automatically leap out of nowhere and latch onto his arm and scream with delight. It annoyed him to no end, but she was a dangerous one. She had a very short temper and a killer's instinct. If you were on the receiving end of her anger, there's a no guarantee that you would leave alive.
"Oh my God, Wesker! What are you doing here?! Did...did Umbrella send you?" she asked as she lowered her weapon. Wesker turned around and sighed inwardly.
"Hello, Dr. Sally Vincent." he muttered coldly, but she only smiled at the icy greeting, "I'm here on a mission."
"Mission? You mean getting rid of GenX's troops and rescuing me?" Sally asked, her green eyes starry and her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Wesker gave her a secret smile. If he played his cards right, she would lead him straight to the BOWs, he would collect the samples, then get the hell away before she decided to tie him to a bed. It was risk. If she got wind of what he was up to, her huge crush could turn into a huge rage.
"I guess you could say that." he murmured quietly as he nodded to her question, plastering a fake smile on his face. She smiled brightly and led him away from the corridor. "At least your legacy will be saved."
As they turned to walk down the corridor, Wesker saw that the hallway was littered with dead bodies. Squad Two? He looked around the mess and saw one of them holding a radio to his mouth, a neat round hole in his head. Guess it was them. Apparently, they pissed Sally off and she shot them all with perfect head shots. This chick, when enraged, will follow you to the ends of the world just to put a bullet through your brain. Wesker sighed. He hoped he knew what he was doing.
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Next Chapter: Castle Of Horrors!
A/N: I don't know about this chapter...It's a little too long and it gets confusing. Maybe I went off track with this. What do you guys think? I'll probably revise it later, if you guys want me to. Okay, I'm under a writer's block. I've already planned out the beginning (the first threes chapters) and the end (the last one or three chapters), but I don't have a middle portion of the fic. Anyone got any ideas? Please? I was thinking of borrowing a few ideas from RE4's castle level but I'm just not sure what to use. This story is before RE4. Anyway, chapter 4 is going to take some time to type out. So please be patient. And sorry for making Wesker looking so OOC. I think I ruined his image. But then he's stuck with the crazy bitch from hell for now. Sorry! I'm already hammering out an idea for the sequel of this fic. Can you say "Steve Burnside"? Oh, and if anyone of you want to see a pic of Alex or want to help me make a RE RPG, then e-mail me: Does anyone know what happened to BioHazard 101, the author of Resident Evil Rebirth and The Renewal of the Nightmare? It's been four years since I was last on the site. I was Pikpixie, but since I can't remember my password, I had to go under Pikpixie03.
Pikpixie03: I hope you like this chappy!
Leon runs in and looks around.
Leon: You didn't see Ashley around here, have you?
Pikpixie03: Uh, no.
Leon: Great! Ever since RE4, she won't leave me alone! She keeps getting caught and I have to go rescue her!
Pikpixie03: Wow, that sucks. I know how you feel. I played the game. I have the game.
Cultist runs by with Ashely over his shoulder. She screaming her head off. Leon and Pikpixie03 watch them go.
Cultist: No one can save you now!
Ashely: Leon! HELP!!!
Pikpixie03: You going to help her?
Leon: ...
Leon sighes, picks up his shotgun and leaves. There's a Cha-chuk BOOM! Leon returns with a starry gazed Ashely in tow.
Ashely: dreamy sigh Leon! My hero!
Leon: quietly Shut up, you accidental prone klutz.
A Novistador flies in and carries Ashely off, who screaming for help again. Pikpixie03 and Leon stand there. After a bit, Leon throws up his hands in anger.
Pikpixie03: How about now?
Leon: No!
He cups his hands over his mouth and yells at the monster bug that's flying away with the girl.
Leon: Go ahead and KEEP HER! You're doing the US a favor!
He crosses his arms over his chest and sits on a bench.
Leon: My ears could use a break from her constant whining.
Pikpixie03: Cold, but good word use. Go get ready for chapter four. At least Ashely isn't in it and Alex helps you out by shooting bad guys to cover you.
Leon: True. Wish she was in the game.
Pikpixie03: Me too.
Leon gets up and walks off to get ready for the next chapter!