No More Running…

Leon/Claire fic.

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

Leon groaned as he walked up the stairs into his bedroom. He opened the armory door and looked around. He went to the back cabinet where he got the M-60 and opened it again. On the far right sat a upright rectangular box. Leon pulled the box out and set it on the table behind him, he pulled the lid off and smiled. "The Air Force sure can make'em." Inside sat a FN M249 SPW machine gun with a C-More sight on the top and a M203 grenade launcher attached to the forward grip. He pulled the large gun out and set it to the side, Leon opened a drawer under the cabinet where he got the gun and pulled out two 200 round boxes loaded with high velocity ammo.

He set the boxes next to the gun and scanned the walls. Leon opened a drawer and took out a webbed belt which he tied around his waist. He grabbed two thigh holsters, one for the left and one for the right, and slid them on. Leon grabbed twin Killer 7's off the rack and slid them into the holsters. Leon opened the belt buckle and slid two calvary style holsters onto the belt. Leon grabbed twin Broken Butterflies off the rack and slid them into the holsters. Leon had them positioned so he could criss-cross his hands and draw them akimbo.

Leon also attached two holsters on the back of his belt and slid twin USP .45's into them. He grabbed a shoulder rig that had two holsters on both sides and slid it on, he then slid a pair of custom made Colt 1911A1 .45's into the holsters. These .45's stood out from the rest: They had tac-lights attached under the barrels, they also had extended magazines which held 32 armor piercing .45 ACP rounds. But the coolest thing about the guns was a switch on the right hand side of the slide which when flicked enabled the guns to fire full auto.

Leon walked out of the house, a large bag slung over his shoulder. The helicopter opened its door for him again and Leon boarded the copter.

Flashback

Leon stood crouched on the second floor landing, his assault rifle stock pressed against his shoulder. He drew a bead on one of the soldiers in the back of the group and fired a single round. He watched thru the scope as the soldier's head snapped back and watched the man crumple to the floor. Everyone else in the group trained their weapons on Leon's position and fired at him, Leon took off running towards a window that would lead him into the next section. He fired his rifle at the window and hurled himself thru.

The window shattered around him as he landed on another walkway. More rounds pinged off the walkway, the wall and the railing as Leon slid on his side into a office and closed the door. He dropped the empty assault rifle on the ground and picked up the shotgun that he left and primed it.

Four of the soldiers fired their weapons up at the office. The rounds tore thru the window and wooden door, the latter being reduced to splinters. Leon back up as far as he could into the office, he needed a way out. He saw another door and went to it. As he opened the door, he saw Krauser was now armed with a Stoner 63A light machine gun. Krauser and 2 of his subordinates fired up at Leon. Leon quickly slammed the door and threw himself under the only table in the room.

The combined rounds tore large holes in the roof of the office. Leon looked up in time to see a ventilation air vent blown off. Leon had an idea. As soon as the gunfire stopped, he made his move. Leon quickly climbed up on the table and went into the airshaft. He crawled forward as Krauser's team searched the empty office. Leon crawled as fast as he could while trying to make as little noise as possible.

Leon found himself in another part of warehouse. He knew Krauser hadn't been here yet because the room wasn't shot up. Leon propped himself up against a wall and closed his eyes. He was so tired.

Flashback end

It was quite a sight to behold in downtown LA. The Army, the Marines and the Air Force had taken up positions around the former Umbrella office building. M1 Abrams tanks and a variety of other armed fighting vehicles took up a complete 360 degree defensive/offensive ring. Armed personnel armed with several degrees of firepower, also wearing PASGT vests. Leon's helicopter landed and he approached the field commander. "Colonel." Leon addressed the man. Colonel Alexander Coombs of the USMC's, saluted Leon. "Major Leon Kennedy. Your reputation proceeds you."

Both men walked up to the front line. Coombs spoke, pointing to various areas as he did. "We have the entire area surrounded Major. If a bird landed on the roof, we'd know about it. They've got nowhere to go." Leon stripped off his bag and dropped it to the ground. He shook his head. "Don't bet on it. Wesker's always has an escape route. Check the blueprints. Put men in sewer access tunnels. He must have a way out." Coombs nodded. "Consider it done." Both men walked back to the command center.

Coombs continued. "We understand he has hostages. And if we breach the facility, he will execute them. Correct?" Leon nodded. "You've done your homework I see?" Coombs nodded as well. "Ever since the Raccoon incident, I've been reading up on both STARS and Umbrella personnel. Your file in particular was very thick." "Don't read too much about me. Your brain will overheat." Coombs chuckled as they approached a table.

A blueprint was laid out on the table. Leon pointed to a long tunnel. "What's this?" Coombs traced the line with his finger. "It's an old access tunnel. It connects to the Metro. I'll bet that's his escape route." Coombs scratched his chin. "Guys like Wesker, they always try to make a run for it do they?" Leon shrugged. "Just Wesker. I need a truck." Leon looked around and pointed at a vehicle. "That one. Is it bulletproof?" Leon walked towards it, picking up his bag along the way. Coombs followed him."No, do you need it to be?" Leon opened the driver's door.

"How fast can you slap some armor on it?" "Pretty fast. We'll throw some sheet metal over the cab, the doors" "The wheels too." Leon said as he climbed behind the wheel. "I have a feeling they're gonna shoot for the tires." Coombs nodded. "Consider it done." Leon climbed down and looked over the equipment Coombs team had. "I'll take one of those Interceptor vests you guys have got." Coombs handed it to him. "Careful, Major. That vest doesn't stop .44's." Leon held up the vest. "Got anything better?" Coombs nodded and handed him a vest that was covered in silver dollar sized discs. The vest was covered in discs, both front and back, as well as the sides. Leon held it up. "The fuck is it?"

Coombs smirked. "It's the latest thing. Our boys in R&D have been cooking up things like this for awhile. They call it SOV-1298. We call it 'Dragon Skin' It is made of a combination of Level II, III and type IV armor. That sucker will stop anything short of an anti-tank round. Wear it well. It doesn't protect your head."

Leon nodded. "Armor done yet?" Coombs nodded and handed him a set of keys. "Here's the keys. Try not to scratch the paint." Leon chuckled. "No promises."

Everything was quiet in Umbrella's main lobby. A small security detachment consisting of 20 armed men, dressed in black, toting a combination of MP5's and M4A1's. Ten of them took up a defensive position behind the front desk, the other ten were positioned around the lobby. Several of them stood behind an assortment of pillars lining the lobby. They could see the line of Marines, Army grunts and the Air force's Special Forces standing outside. They were trained for anything.

The last thing they were expecting was for a M1070 HETS tractor trailer big rig with a huge ass front bumper and armored panels to come barreling into the front doors. The huge big rig barreled thru the glass doors and plowed into the front desk, killing 4 Umbrella soldiers. Semi-jacketed rounds pinged off the driver's door and side of the truck. The driver's door was kicked open and Leon jumped down wearing the Dragon's skin armor.

Before Leon had a chance to bring up his rifle, the soldier closest to him brought up his MP5 and emptied the clip into Leon's chest. The rounds bounced off his vest, Leon's body shook from the impacts. The soldier stopped to reload, Leon looked down at the vest: not one bullet got thru or stuck in the vest. It wasn't even dented. "Damnnnnn!" Leon smiled. Leon brought up his Colt M4A1 and fired at the soldier, the man's body shook as the AP rounds tore thru his vest.

Another soldier appeared from behind a column, Leon loaded a buckshot round into the underbarrel grenade launcher. Leon fired and blew out a large chunk out of the soldier infront of him. Four more soldiers plus Colonel Coombs also jumped out of the M1070 rig, Coombs was armed with a USAS-12 assault shotgun. He fired at two soldiers and filled them with buckshot.

Meanwhile...

Claire Redfield struggled in her handcuffs. The room she was in was dimly lit with a single bare bulb above her head, everything else was in shadows. She shifted in her seat, suddenly she heard the door open behind her. She couldn't see who but she had a gut feeling who it was. "Come to torture me Wesker?" She heard him chuckle as he stepped into view infront of her.

"Torture? My dear Redfield. I have no intention of torturing of you. What could I gain?" Claire scoffed. "Pleasure?" It was Wesker's turn to scoff. "True. But strangely, I have no intention to. In the meantime, I want you to meet my protégé." Another figure stepped into the light. "My god." Claire whispered. Wesker chuckled. "Close but not really." Claire just continued to stare. "How?" Wesker smirked. "Hard work, blood samples. Not to mention alittle G virus. But in the end, I think it was worth it." Wesker started to leave. "I'll leave you two alone. We have company coming."