Chapter 18: Information

I don't own anything. Resident Evil belongs to Capcom and Tomb Raider belongs to Core Design, Crystal Dynamics, and I think Square Enix. The only thing I own is the changes made to the stories of the Tomb Raider games/comics and Resident Evil games/comics/CG movies, the Government branch S.P.E.L.L., the person that has taken over Kathrine Warren's life, and Rose Warren. This story also will be bloody, violent, and have cursing. It's rated T for Teen.

Country: America, State: Virginia, City: Arlington, Place: Meadow Brook, Area: Front Door, Month: January, Day: Friday 23rd, Year: 1999, Time: 04:31 EDT…

Leon closed the door shaking his head. "It's concerning that they both are going to go and get the food we asked for."

"Yeah. A bit." Kat agreed.

"So, are you gonna call the others? Lara? Claire? Former S.T.A.R.S.?" Leon asked putting his hands into his pockets.

"Not yet. I might know who took Sherry, but I don't know where. I need information." She explained with her "Valkyrie" voice as he dubbed it.

"How? Nether S.P.E.L.L. or STRATCOM will tell us anything until they find Sherry. We're too close to this." Leon pointed out in frustration.

He then saw her eyes flick to the basement door then back to him. She turned and started limping towered it.

"I have a way. You don't have to be there if you don't want to." She told him as she reached the door.

"What hell does that mean?" He asked following her. "Kat, what did you do?"

She looked from the doorknob to him. Leon in the future, in the sixth game and after, would more than likely be okay with what she was going to do. The Leon in front of her here and now? She wasn't sure. He was still young, still had that hopeful innocence, though it was darkening. She looked down. She didn't want to corrupt him more than he was with his job.

"Like I said. I can get the information we need. You don't have to witness it." She told him as she opened the door.

"Kat?" Leon asked grabbing her shoulder, gently. "What did you do?"

She took a breath. "Not all the men left in body bags."

Leon looked down the stars into the basement. "You kept one? Why?"

"Information." Kat said. "I know what I'm doing."

"Are you going to torture him?" Leon asked her pointedly. "Just tell me."

"I'm trying to give you plausible deniability here, Leon." Kat told him. "Are you sure you want in on this?"

He thought about it. Did he really want to do this? Hurt someone, a human being? Then the thought of Sherry being hurt, never mind her healing ability, scared and angered him. So, he nodded with tight fists. "They took Sherry and are doing who the hell knows what. This is the one time I think I can stomach this."

Kat nodded. "Okay. Don't speak. If you have a question, signal me." She looked up and nodded softly. "Rose is sleeping. She will be ok for a bit."

They walked down the stairs, closing the door behind them. He looked around and saw the walls and back of the door had sound proofing on them. He remembered helping Kat and Sherry put them in, the basement being Sherry's workshop. Sometimes Sherry would go down there and didn't want to disturb anyone upstairs. But if they were torturing someone down here, then that also meant no one would hear them. As angry as Leon was with the people who took Sherry, the thought of no one hearing your pain freaked him out.

"So…what are we doing? Some sort of Viking torture method?" Leon asked in a whisper her.

"Oh, I have had plenty of ideas. The Blood Eagle being one of them, giving him paper cuts on his fingertips and dipping them in siracha, putting his feet in water then electrocuting him, slowly castrating him with one cut at a time. But I have something they don't and can't train someone to resist." Kat said easily, making Leon cringe at the ideas she had. Her Norse getting thicker and the way she was speaking felt more formal.

"What was more painful then all those? And what is the Blood Eagle?" Leon asked.

"The Blood Eagle is the most well-known of the Viking torture methods that guaranteed death after the information was given, but it was also the most painful punishment that ended in death. One would take a broad sword to the target's back, cut it open, then break the ribs. After that they pulled the ribs and turned them to come out the back, making blood covered wings." Kat told him as if she was telling him the recipe for mac 'n cheese. "And what I've been doing to him is more phycological than physical."

He frowned as they turned toward the man. The man had the helmet and gas mask off. He was bound to a chair, arms to the arm rests, legs to the legs of the chair, chest to the back of it. The rope appeared to be climbing rope. But what struck Leon as confusing was on the man's head. Covering his eyes was a blind fold, the kind that gave complete darkness. On his head covering his ears were Kat's gun range noise canceling headphones. The other thing that was odd was, that the man was shaking and crying as he turned his head from side to side, trying to see or hear something.

"What have you been doing to him? You've been in the infirmary then you were watching Rose…How have you?" He forgot that she said to signal first before speaking.

"When you cannot hear or see anything you lose perception of time. He has no idea how long he has been tied to a chair. How long it has been since I killed his team. He can only imagine what I will do to him." She walked over to a table.

"Seriously? It's only been nine hours, right?" Leon softly asked as he checked his watch. "That's insane. How long does he think he's been in the dark?"

"Days maybe. Probably thinks he is hungry too. If he has been crying this whole time, probably thirsty." She smiled darkly as she picked up a box of matches. "But I am not done. I want him broken enough that he will tell me everything."

"What are the matches for?" Leon asked lowering his hand.

"I did not cover his nose for a reason. This will really scare him. He already feels alone. Isolated. That no one is coming to help him. Helpless. Alone in the dark." She told him as she opened the box then struck the match. She looked over at him and whispered. "Now no more talking. Unless I signal."

She let it burn for a moment then blew it out and let the smoke blow over to the man. She lit a second one and blew it out again. The man must have smelled the smoke as he whimpered and started thrashing in the chair.

"Oh…oh god…n-no…That cr-crazy bitch!" The man yelled as he rocked back in the chair, trying to get out of his bindings. "Oh-oh g-god! She's burning the place!"

Leon looked from the guy to Kat. He didn't know if he felt good about this form of torture or not. It wasn't physically hurting the guy. No blood was being spilt, but it was messing with his head. This man was going to need a lot of therapy after this if he lives. Despite thinking that, part of him wanted to beat the information out of him.

Kat lit a third match and watched the man's reaction. She then walked to her spear, which was propped up on the stairs. Leon stepped over and grabbed her arm. When she nodded softly, he asked in a whisper. "What's your spear for?"

"Sound." She told him. "I told you. I am not going to physically hurt him. As much as I want to." Kat said then walked over to the guy.

Leon watched as she took the guy's headphones off. The man was still panicking about a nonexistent fire to fully realize he could hear. That didn't last long as Kat slammed the butt of her staff to the floor, making a thunderous crack. To Leon it stung his ear drums, and he swore that there was now a crack is the cement floor that was not there before. To the man, it must have been like a flashbang as the man flinched violently and started yelling about the building collapsing.

Kat then flipped her spear around and put the blade to the floor. She then walked slowly around him, dragging the metal blade along the floor. Leon winced at the sound. It was worse than nails on a blackboard. The guy yelled and shook violently in his chair, the blind fold was now wet from tears, snot was running from his nose and dribbling to his mouth and chin. She paused, stop then scrap her blade to the floor getting nearer to him. After the man sagged in his chair, Kat spun her blade and rested it on his crotch. He jolted as she came close to his ear.

"We are going to have a calm conversation." Kat said in her Valkyrie voice, her eyes cold.

"W-what…what do-do you want?! W-w-who are you?!" His head turning to the voice. His voice cracking with the sobs and dryness of his throat.

"Who were you after?" Kat asked making Leon looked confused.

The man shook in the chair, shaking his head. "Little blonde girl. We-we were…we were warned to be careful of-of the blonde-blonde woman. Oh-oh god…"

Kat nodded as he shook again. "Why?"

Leon realized then that Kat had to be setting up a base line. Asking things, she already knew so she could tell if the guy was lying or not.

"We-we were told it was-was for her blood." The guy whimpered. "Som-something ab-about an anti-antibody…"

Kat nodded. "Who sent you?"

Leon glared at the guy, wanting to know even though they both knew.

"I…it-it was Wes something? I can't re-remember…but it was a group." The guy said, tears still soaking the blind fold.

"Where is the girl?" Kat asked, her voice sounding low and dark, as if she was ready to kill the guy if he didn't tell her.

He shook his head. "I-I don't…I-I can't!"

Kat's eyes narrowed. "Tell me, or it is back in the silence for a few more days. Maybe I will have people over while you think about it. No one can hear you scream." She said as she lifted the headphones close to his ears, so he could hear the sound of them opening.

"NO!" He yelled in a panic. "I'll talk!" He whimpered. "Potomac Airfield…they…she's to be put on-on a j-jet…"

Kat nodded. "What Jet?"

"I don't know…last-last I saw…it was white with-with green and bl-ue wings…." He whimpered as Leon looked from the guy to Kat.

She looked to him and he looked to the guy again. Somehow, Kat knew what he wanted to do. She nodded but pointed to her throat then his. Silently telling him to disguise his voice. Leon nodded and thought for a moment the only thing he could think of doing.

"How many are guarding the aircraft?" He asked, thickening his New York accent to be just a touch rougher.

The guy jolted at the new voice that sounded American but was just as intimidating as the European woman. "I…I don't know…there was-was…eight of us, one in the-the van. We-we were to meet three more a-at the j-jet."

Both agents did the mental math. Two men got away, three waiting at the jet. That was five. Kat held up five fingers and Leon nodded.

"Where will this Jet go after you all regrouped?" Leon asked, not fully realizing that he was now fully involved with this torture, yet not caring.

"London. Don't know where aft-after that…" He whimpered.

Leon nodded.

Kat wasn't done though. "How did your people know the address? The location of Sherry Birkin?"

Leon nodded realizing they didn't know that. From what he knew of Kat, Rose, and Sherry's situation, it was like witness protection. No one should know. It's why Sherry's last name in her school was "Warren" not "Birkin".

The man whimpered. "Ple-please…let me go. I won't tell anyone anything."

Leon saw something in Kat's eyes shift. A dark look like as if another person had slipped into her. Her blade shifted closer to the man's crotch and cut a bit of his pants.

"I thought we understood each other. I will cut off your balls and leave you in the quiet and dark." She loudly ripped more of the cloth, letting the cold point touch his inner thigh. "No one will hear your screams of pain as you slowly bleed out. Answer the question." She demanded softly, almost gently. "How did your people know where Sherry was?" Her voice a low and threatening purr.

Leon felt a chill run down his spine. Her back was to him but he could hear the smile and pleasure in her voice. He understood what this was then. This was not just 'Momma Bear Kat'. This was 'Valkyrie Kat' fueled by the anger only a mother has when her children are threatened. Sherry was Kat's daughter as much as Rose was by blood. These people took her and were doing who knew what to her. Leon could understand that rage, but he was able to anchor himself more. He walked over and placed a hand her shoulder. She needed a clearer head and couldn't fall into the berserker rage that he could see was just under the surface. If she killed this guy, they had no other way to get information.

Kat looked at him and through the red haze coloring her vision, the calm anger in his eyes, yet concerned in the look on his face. The anger mirrored her own, but the concern was what got her. It was the same concern from Raccoon. When he'd first heard what Irons wanted to do to her and her kids. When he'd pulled her from the first of her bad flashbacks. When they had their first mission and he stopped her and wanted her to just talk about how it was affecting her. She looked away from him and at the man. She pulled in the blind rage, taking a slow breath to get more oxygen to her brain so she could think better. It works for calming fear just as well as calming anger.

"Talk." She ordered firmly.

The man whimpered. "I don't know…W-we weren-weren't told! I swear I don't know." His voice failing as he moaned and hung his head.

Country: America, State: Virginia, City: Arlington, Place: Meadow Brook, Area: Living room, Month: January, Day: Friday 23rd, Year: 1999, Time: 04:53 EDT…

After that, they turned the man over to the agents outside, the guy was so scared that he didn't say a word about what Kat did to him. He didn't say anything at all. Leon was still unsure if he should feel bad for him or not. The 'not' side was winning though as he thought about how scared Sherry must be in that moment. The agents had just gotten back with the takeout order and were more than a bit shocked to see the man, who had soiled himself and was looking terrified as he blinked at the bright sun light. They quickly called for a transport to take the man into custody.

"Well, we can't leave with them outside." Leon pointed out, as he handed Kat a cup of coffee. "So, who are you calling to go get her?" He asked as Kat dialed a number.

"Lara, Sam, Chris, Jill, Carlos, and Claire." Kat informed. "Reyes would be willing to help. But she has her own daughter to worry about just like Barry who has three."

Leon nodded as she put the phone to her ear. He hadn't met Sam, Lara, or Reyes, but from what Kat had said, they were definitely capable enough to rescue Sherry. Leon listened in on the calls as he drank his own coffee. From what he heard; Lara was recovering with Sam from an attack by Trinity. Kat looked particularly upset about it and asked why no one called her. The excuse was with how fast things were happening that calling more reinforcements slipped the clever Brit's mind. After giving the reason for the call Lara and Sam both were in and would be getting on Lara's jet and flying over. Lara was also going to reach out to contacts to see if she could get the flight plan of the jet that was picking up Sherry. Even if they came too late to help, they still wanted to be there for Kat and the girls after the rescue.

Next was Jill and Carlos (As they were together). The second they heard what the call was about they said they'd head to the airport to try and scout the plane; they were the area luckily enough. Last was Chris and Claire, since Chris was visiting his sister. They didn't need telling twice, they dropped everything once the words 'Sherry's been Kidnapped' left Kat's lips. With the calls made, Rose had come down the stairs.

"I've got her. Just rest your leg." Leon said as he stood up.

"I'm fine." Kat tried.

"You broke your leg. You rest." Leon told her.

"Was this how you felt with your arm?" Kat asked him curiously.

He nodded. "Let me take care of you this time, okay?"