No More Running…
It's time to stop running…and start loving.
Leon flinched as the round buried itself 5 inches into the glass just short of going thru. Leon pressed the barrel of his P90 against the glass and fired once, the AP round buried itself in the windshield and got stuck as well. Leon realized he couldn't get thru the glass so he turned and leaped for the bed of his truck, thankfully it was close. The sedan shuddered to a stop and Krauser got out of the driver's seat, he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and punched in a number.
The phone rang followed by a click. "Hello?" "We've got a location on him." A pause then. "I'll see to it personally. No, they won't get away."
Leon leaped out of the pickup bed and ran into the house followed by Claire. Leon ran into his room and opened a door Claire never noticed before. The space inside was roughly the size of a small room. Leon flipped a switch and light illuminated the room. Gun racks lined the interior, a long narrow table sat in the middle with various guns and parts strewn about.
"You soooo need a hobby." Claire said with a chuckle.
Leon smirked and ran his eyes over the closest wall until his eyes rested on a particular gun. He picked a Colt M4A1 assault rifle with a M203 grenade launcher. He slung the large gun over his shoulder and handed Claire a HK69 grenade launcher and a belt of grenades. Sherry stood outside the door, her boyfriend not far behind, Leon cast a look at her then back up at the shelves. He grabbed a FAMAE S.A.F off a gun rack and handed it to her. "30 round mag. 9mm."
Sherry nodded and accepted the compact weapon from Leon and several clips as well. She looked up at Leon. "I'm helping?" "No. You and Paul are hightailing it out of here." He handed her a map with a circle drawn around a building. "Drive like hell until you reach this building. When you get there, they will stop you at the gate. Flash them this pass and they'll let you thru."
Sherry nodded and ran downstairs followed by Paul. Leon and Claire heard the engine start then it faded away. In the distance Leon could hear another engine. He looked at Claire and raced to the roof, he threw back the trapdoor and ran to the edge of roof. Leon spoke the names before Claire could even see them. "CH-47 Chinook. One maybe two." Claire wasn't looking towards the helicopters and towards Leon who closed his eyes and listened.
"AH-64 Apache gunship. One maybe two as escorts." Leon's eyebrows furrowed as he strained to listen. "Oh my God. We need to go." Leon started towards the trapdoor when an Apache gunship appeared, the dark gray helicopter hovered infront of the couple. And there sitting in the pilot's seat, grinning like a jackal was the devil himself: Albert Wesker.
Claire ran down the stairs as fast as she could while Leon and Wesker's eyes met. Leon's gaze couldn't penetrate Wesker's dark sunglasses. Leon grimaced and slid on his aviator's and made for the staircase. Wesker's helicopter swung around infront of him, the minigun in the nose whirred as Wesker locked onto Leon. Leon stepped backwards and fell thru the open door, Leon's body fell thru the staircase destroying it.
Claire extended a hand to Leon who took it. Leon ran to the armory and grabbed an assault vest then passed one to Claire. Leon slid as many clips for his M4 as he could into the vest, Claire accepted several P90 clips from him as well. He handed her a harness as he left the room, Claire shortly followed adjusting the straps for her P90. They stood at the entranceway of Leon's home.
The two Apache's flew overhead then the one with Albert Wesker flew off. The twin Chinook's flew over the house and set down 80 feet away. The ramp doors lowered and 88 heavily armed Umbrella Special Forces members came out. The remaining Apache took up a holding pattern over the house. Leon stepped ahead of Claire and glanced out the door, he saw 18 men standing by the garage. He glanced behind him and saw 20 more coming up to the back of the house. The rest were following the first 18 to the garage.
Leon looked over his shoulder at Claire. "We're gonna need bigger guns."
Leon opened the door to his armory again and dropped his M4 on the table and took Claire's P90 from her. He glanced around the room until his eyes rested on a cabinet in the back of the room, he reached into his vest and extracted a small key. He opened the twin cabinet doors and glanced inside. He reached in and put a very large gun on the table he glanced at Claire who seemed amazed at the sheer size of the gun. "FN M249 SPW. 200 round drum. High Velocity ammo."
He handed the large to Claire who accepted it, she adjusted the strap and shouldered it. Leon turned back to the cabinet and reached in again. Leon pulled out an old style M-60 and sets it on the table. He grabbed a web belt that held two pouches on both sides, Leon reached back in the cabinet again and dropped a box of ammo in each pouch. Meanwhile, 10 men went ahead into the house, they cleared the bottom floor when they started for the stairs.
As the first man went up, Leon appeared at the top with his M-60 pointing down. "Oh fu" the rest was cut off by heavy automatic gunfire. Bodies tumbled down the stairs, the soldiers behind the ones being killed had nowhere to go except backwards. Soon, almost all of them were killed with the exception of one, this one bolted for the door. Leon set his gun on the floor and drew his Blacktail, he brought the gun up and held his arm steady. A second went by then he pulled the trigger, the gun jerked and so did the man's body.
The soldier dropped to his knees then on his face, he didn't get up again. The mission commander looked towards his fallen soldier then towards the house as Leon slammed the door shut. He tapped his earpiece, "Sir, We're having trouble entering house." There was a slight pause then. "Negative sir. Any word on the other package? That's good news sir. But I'm not sending more men into the house to be slaughtered. Repeat your last sir? Understood." He lowered his hand and turned to his men. "Wesker's on his way back."