No More Running…

Leon/Claire fic.

It's time to stop running…and start loving.

Leon nodded politely. "It's always nice to meet asshole friends of Chris." Wesker chuckled and removed his shades. Leon merely scoffed at this. "I'm disappointed Leon. Even a man such as your self would be alittle shocked." "Wesker, from what I've seen over the past 7 years: mutated scientists, ignorant rulers like Saddler and your little lap dog bitch Krauser here" Krauser growled stepping forward but was restrained by Wesker. "I believe there's nothing left in this world that'll shock me."

Wesker chuckled again. "You may be right. I too have seen some pretty interesting things. So I see your point." Wesker pocketed his shades and turned to the mission commander. "Your job is done. Recall your men and leave." He didn't need to be told twice. After calling all his men back, the mission commander followed them. The twin Chinooks took off into the sky leaving the two warriors and the traitor behind.

Wesker unbuttoned his jacket and set it gently on the ground, he wore a black long sleeve button up underneath. He rolled up the sleeves as he spoke to Leon. "That just leaves you, me and Krauser." "Hardly seems fair but alright." A gunshot was heard and the bullet kicked up the ground next to Wesker's foot. Claire racked the bolt on the .308 and lined up Wesker, she spoke into a small microphone. "Don't forget me."

Her voice filtered thru the radio on Leon's shoulder as he unzipped his assault vest and dropped it to the ground. He drew the knife he acquired from Krauser in Europe and took up a defensive stance. Krauser growled. "I'll be sure to pry that knife out of your body after Wesker kills you with it." Wesker chuckled "Care to join the fun Krauser?" "Yes." Krauser drew an identical knife and tossed it to Wesker. Wesker caught the knife as Krauser pulled out another one.

Leon adjusted his grip on his knife as he circled Wesker. Krauser stood his ground by the garage, Wesker flexed his muscles and drew first blood. He rushed forward and sliced upward, Leon stumbled backward as Wesker's blade sliced upward across his left cheek. Leon raised a hand to his cheek and felt a thin cut that started from his chin to his ear. He looked up to see Wesker come forward again but Leon dodged the blow and swung his knife.

The blade sliced thru Wesker's shirt and left a small cut on his chest. "Krauser taught you well." "You ain't seen nothing yet." Leon stabbed forward but Wesker dodged and let Leon pass by, he swung his knife and sliced thru the material of Leon's shirt and into his back. Leon groaned as he stumbled forward, Wesker's knife leaving a large cut on his back.

Krauser rushed forward and kicked Leon in the chest which caught him off guard. Leon fell backwards as Wesker rushed forward, Leon kicked his leg at the last second and caught Wesker in the stomach. Wesker didn't even flinch, he rushed forward and drove his fist in Leon's chest. Leon flew backwards and hit the garage. Krauser picked him up and spoke in his ear. "You're doing well. Any other man would have given up by now."

Leon snarled and shoved Krauser away, Leon raised the knife again as did Wesker.

Flashback:

Leon Kennedy sighed as he leaned back in his seat, the thump thump of the Osprey blades was oddly soothing. He glanced over at his CO: Major Jack Krauser, Special Forces on loan to the USAF, who was busy fiddling with his knife. (Leon's knife in RE4.) Krauser's infamous red beret sat beside him, Krauser slid the knife into a holster on his belt before looking back at his protégé: Captain Leon Scott Kennedy, demolitions expert, fighter pilot, and level 2 hand to hand combat training.

"I don't like this Krauser." The man in question chuckled. "Captain, we got enough firepower to level Korea!" Leon sighed and looked out one of the small portholes. All he could see for miles was forest and nothing but. A voice came through his headset. "One minute to target." The pilot's voice cut out as Leon checked his weapon a third time: a Colt M4A1 assault rifle with a M203 grenade launcher attachment and a red dot sight mounted on the top of the gun.

Leon had two 100 round drums clipped to both sides of his belt, he had on a tactical assault vest which held six clips for his rifle, 3 clips for his sidearm and 4 slots for his M203 grenade launcher. Leon looked over at Krauser who had a HK G36 rifle and a Glock 34. Krauser put a hand on his shoulder. "Listen kid, I hand picked this team for this mission. You are our info guy. You tell us what we're dealing with and how to kill it. Got it?"

Leon nodded. The Osprey set down in a field and dropped the rear doors. All 24 troops filed out, Krauser and Leon were the last. With that, the Osprey raised it's doors and took off. In the distance was a large warehouse that was roughly the size of 4 football fields long and 9 football fields wide. The branch Leon worked for identified it as a weapons warehouse, supposedly someone was stockpiling weapons for an unknown buyer. It was suspected that there maybe BOW's that once belonged to Umbrella inside.

Krauser passed Leon a magazine. "No thanks. I'm all set." Krauser insisted. "Armor piercing rounds." Leon accepted the mag from him and slammed it into his gun. The other men were arming themselves and checking their equipment as well. "Move out." Krauser ordered.

The front door to the warehouse which appeared to be old and rusted was suddenly kicked in by Krauser. He and his men rushed in while Leon lagged behind, they swept the bottom floor of the warehouse, the second and third floor as well. Leon picked up a crowbar and opened one of thousands of crates infront of him, guns lined the interior. Leon smirked up at Krauser. "Got the guns. Now all we need is the man behind it."

Krauser nodded and drew his Glock. "Looks like we found him eh Leon?" Krauser leveled the weapon at Leon who in turn raised his rifle at him. "Krauser. I should have known. Who are you selling the guns to?" Krauser smirked in return. "Sorry, Leon. I always did kind of liked you." Krauser was about to pull the trigger when Leon fired at him first.

Leon emptied half of his clip at Krauser. Leon lowered the gun at what he saw. Krauser just looked over himself up and down then snapped his fingers. "Oh that's right!" Leon pulled out the magazine. "Blanks." With that Leon dropped the gun and dove behind a stack of crates as Krauser fired at him. Krauser paused to reload as Leon moved in between the crates. "You know Leon, I truly wish it didn't have to come to this." "BULLSHIT!" Leon called over one of the crates.

Leon drew his Beretta and fired at Krauser from the safety of the crates. Krauser leaped behind a steel girder and finished reloading. Leon broke open a crate and pulled out a sawed off Mossberg 500 shotgun, he primed it and fired at Krauser. Buckshot pellets pinged off the steel surface as Krauser fired back at Leon, who in turn went deeper into the warehouse but not before dropping the empty shotgun.

Leon stripped off the vest and pouches for his rifle. Now clad in a plain black T shirt and urban camo pants, Leon pried open another box to find shoulder holsters. After finding one for his Beretta, Leon opened more boxes and was pleased with the results. Leon took out a FN SCAR rifle and set it off to the side, he pried open another box and took out a Mossberg Bullpup shotgun and set it next to the assault rifle.

Leon opened another box and took out a chest harness, he unshouldered his holster and slid the harness on. Leon traded the shoulder holster for a holster on his right thigh with a flip up strap that held the gun in place. Leon grabbed as many clips for the assault rifle as he could before he found a shotgun bandolier and put it across his chest.

End Flashback

TBC...

Just a small note: these flashbacks will happen frequently.