1No More Running…

Leon/Claire fic.

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

Three chapters in one day? DAMN I'M GOOD!

Leon dropped the empty assault rifle to the ground and retrieved his bag from the truck cab. He pulled out the M249 and cocked it. The weight felt oddly familiar in his hands, Leon opened the M203 tube and inserted a 40mm HE grenade. He closed the tube as Coombs inserted a stick magazine into his gun, he then shouldered the weapon and drew his service Beretta. He ejected the full clip and inserted a clip loaded with hollow points. "Those go against the Geneva Convention, don't they?" Leon asked as he raised an eyebrow.

Coombs smirked. "I won't tell if you won't." Leon smirked as well.

Wesker stalked into the middle of a storage room, close to over 100 Cleaners stood waiting for orders. He approached the cleaner commander. "Status report?" The commander pointed to various areas and walkways. "Sir, I have placed my best snipers on the walkways. With neurological implants installed, these versions of soldiers are twice as efficient as the old ones. Also, their armor assures us that any normal or armor piercing rounds will not penetrate. They move faster, think better and in my best opinion, they're bloody hard to kill."

Wesker looked around, almost impressed. "And in my opinion, I don't give a fuck about your opinion. They better work. Or it's your ass." The cleaner commander shifted his stance, obviously sweating under his gas mask. "Yes, sir." Wesker turned on his heel and left, he went back to the holding cell where Claire was kept. He knocked twice and the door opened. "You finished?" Wesker asked as he straightened his tie. His protégé nodded and closed the door. Wesker continued. "Leon is coming. We need to be ready."

Several cleaners took up positions around the door closest to them. Suddenly the door exploded when Leon's 40mm shell impacted it. Dozens of cleaners were killed and spread over a large area, their bodies instantly dissolved into goo.

The others soon attacked, they knew when their lives were in danger. Bullets flew every which way. Leon, Coombs and the four marines slowly made their way thru the storage room, killing every UT in sight. The UT's were cut down by automatic gunfire not to mention a couple grenades. Soon, there were no more UT's. Surprisingly Leon's group sustained no losses. Leon dropped empty ammo box and started to reload. "Coombs, secure the area. When back-up arrives, clear out the whole building. I'm gonna take Wesker."

Coombs nodded as Leon finished reloading. Leon opened the M203 tube and slipped in a buckshot round. Coombs pointed to his men. "You heard the man. Secure this area. Hodges, get the forward command center on the line. Tell them to start sending people in. And I want them all wearing Dragon skin."

Leon walked slowly down the hallway, he breathed slowly. The hallway resembled the one he and Claire went down several months ago. Wesker watched him from the control room monitors. Wesker brought it up on the large screen. He watched Leon's movements: they were fluid and short. Suddenly Leon looked up at the camera. Their eyes locked. Someone approached Wesker from behind. "How does it feel? To have someone look into your soul. Feels weird, doesn't it?"

Wesker looked over his shoulder at the speaker. "I'm not afraid of him." The speaker scoffed. "I'm sure he feels the same way about you." Wesker growled under his breath. "Ada, you constantly underestimate me." Ada Wong folded her arms across her chest. "That doesn't change the fact that Leon is here. And I think we both know who he is here for." Wesker smirked. "Yes, Redfield." Ada shook her head. "No. You. Claire is just a secondary objective. He is here for you. You tried to kill him in his own house and that has consequences."

Wesker scratched his chin. She had a point. He opened a small wooden box infront of him. Inside was his STARS service Beretta and a combat knife. He slid the knife into a holster on the back of his belt, he slid the pistol into a holster on his right thigh. Wesker stood up. "Get everything ready in storage room B. How many UT's do we have left?" Ada shrugged. "Not many. Leon and the Marines cut down the majority of them. I'd say 20. Maybe less." Wesker sighed. "Gather the remainder of them and get them to Storage room B." Ada nodded.

"Krauser's there now with them." Ada started to leave. Wesker stopped her. "Where are you going?" "Unlike you, I don't have a death wish." With that, Ada left and went down the hall.

Ada continued down the hall and stopped at a door, she slid her keycard thru and the door popped open. She walked in and Claire Redfield stared back at her. Ada smiled as she close the door behind her. "I know you and I have never had the chance to talk before." "What do you want?" Ada pulled up a chair and sat down, she crossed her leg. "I thought we might have a little chat. Just us girls before Leon shows up."

Claire perked up at this. "Leon's alive? He's here?!" Ada nodded. "Infact, he's not far now. However, Wesker is setting up an ambush. I think he's afraid of him." "Leon?" "No, Wesker. He's afraid of Leon. He doesn't show it but I can feel it." Claire looked around. "Can you get me out of here?" Ada shook her head. "No. Wesker isn't far from here. He'll kill us both. Whether we try to escape or not." Claire seemed confused. "I don't understand. Why would he kill you?" "Because of the sample I gave him. The sample from Europe. It was a fake, but I'm sure Wesker's figured that out by now."

Leon continued down the hallway, the gun barrel pointed infront of him. It was quiet, real quiet. He approached a door labeled "Storage Room B", his hand rested on the knob. He twisted the knob and shoved his shoulder against the door, forcing his way inside. The room was dark, a single light hung in the middle of the room, a figure sat in a chair just under the light. Leon squinted to see who it was, it looked like... "Claire!" Leon ran over to the chair and dropped his gun next to it.

Claire had a piece of cloth stuck in her mouth, her eyes were wide with fear. Leon removed the gag and went to work on her bindings. "Are you alright?" "Yeah, Wesker was here earlier. Making the usual threats. Listen, he plans to kill us both." Leon shook his head. "I knew something was wrong." Claire rolled her eyes. "Listen to me, he's deadly serious. Ada came and talked to me. She told me she gave Wesker a false sample and he is going to kill her too." Leon shook his head again. "Sounds like he's trying to get a group rate or something. Aw, fuck it." Leon drew one of the USP's and fired thru the handcuffs. Claire rubbed her wrists. "Thanks, listen. Wesker's got a new protégé." "Do you know who it is?" "It's Steve. He's dangerous but I think if we can get him away from Wesker, than we can bring him back to our side." Leon nodded. "Let's keep an eye out for him."

He hauled her up. "Sorry, Claire. I'm gonna need all my guns for Wesker and his lackeys." Claire nodded. "Ada gave me a small gun. She slipped it into my waistband." She pulled out a mini Glock and pulled back the slide. Leon nodded as he drew his other USP. Somebody suddenly stepped into the light. "Wesker." Leon growled. Wesker lightly smirked. "How romantic. Sadly it has to end." It was Leon's turn to smirk. "Wesker. You're delusional."

A gunshot sound thru the air. Leon grunted as he stumbled forward. Something hit him in a spot on his vest that would take an up close shot. Leon turned, Claire's Glock barrel was smoking. Leon felt around until he found what he was looking for. A small dart was sticking in his back. "Claire?" Leon slurred. "Damnit Wesker! He's still standing! You said the one dart would be enough." Wesker was panicking now. "Hit him again!" Claire snarled and dropped her gun, she picked up Leon's M249 by the barrel and swung it. The buttstock struck Leon in the jaw and he dropped like a sack of bricks.

Did I blow your minds yet? Well, hold on. It gets better.