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@deadknndy
＊𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙺𝙽𝙽𝙳𝚈: independant & selective portrayal of 𝙻𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚂. 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳𝚈 from capcom's 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 series. headcanon heavy. low patience and even lower activity. , violence , gore , horror and sexual / mature themes will be present , under 21 do not follow. PERSONALS DNI
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ₀₀₁. 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳. ₀₀₂. 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. ₀₀₃.𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰. ₀₀₄. 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚂
𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄 , Claire had this habit of calling in the strangest favors at the weirdest of times , but you know if there was the 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 that he gets to spend some more time with her , well be sure to get Leon's clown shoes ready along with his makeup and clown nose , because those were terms that Leon would 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐘 agree to , plus getting to ride her bike would be a privilege of itself.
❛ You know what claire , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 , promise i'll take real good care of her. I mean c'mon I take good care 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 don't I ? Never had any complaint before , especially from you , last time I checked at least. ❜
Leon steps a bit closer to her , lips pressed under her chin , against her jawline before he proceeds to step away from her and the extend his gloved hand out for 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒 of her bike. His eyes linger on her for a moment , thinking back to those 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 that they had shared , quite a few times by his recollection , and all of them were nothing short of memorable.
❛ No destination , no strings. just the two of us , out and about having some time together with one another and you know... like you said wherever it goes , we'll just go along with it and see 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒. ❜
there's a pleased look on her face whe he agrees to the terms of their deal , a passing thought of what strange things she might be able to get him to do in reponse to letting him drive her bike . she trusted him , it was just funny to tease him about all of the bikes and other vechiles he had trashed in the past .〝 alright kennedy , let's not get too ahead of ourselves now . it still could go completely 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 ~ 〞
anything else she could have said slips away at the gesture , the way his lips brush against her jaw has the red head stumped for a moment . mossy coloured orbs widen slightly before she scoffs , shaking her head in order to regain a little bit of composure . 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 , she was the one meant to be the teasing , not him .
〝 i argue that you take care of me too much , you know i can 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 myself right ? 〞the playful tone creeps back , not wanting to let him have any kind of upper hand since his action had caught her off guard . claire takes the keys out of her pocket , giving them a little jingle before she places him into his . it was a big step handing over the keys to her baby like this , hopefully he realised how lucky he was .
〝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 , you're starting to sound romantic . 〞she approaches him now , hands sliding back into her pockets as she walks to find her bike . she had parked it in the garage , out of the way of the rain and all the other elements . it was a nice bike after all . 〝 and don't worry , i don't have a set 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 . 〞
❛ No set bedtime , 𝐖𝐎𝐖 really moving up in the world now aren't we ? Only problem here is if you'll even be going to bed ? Honestly there's no telling what 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 happen , when we get together , sparks always fly don't they ? I mean if our past is 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 to go by. ❜
He follows behind her , letting her lead the way as they walk together through the parking garage , towards her bike , 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒. As the pair made their way through the garage , he played some of the memories of their past 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 and what had transpired and he visibly smirks at her back , his gaze wandering along her form.
Eventually they reach the bike and Leon proceeds forward , hiking his leg up over the seat , gripping the handlebars tightly and shifts his gaze toward her , features framed by his long blonde locks , thinking for a moment and then chuckles a bit at the 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 memory that flashes through his mind and what had really happened the last time they were both on this bike , last he recalled there hadn't been much 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆.
❛ Hey , just think about the 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 we were both on this bike together , bit different this time around but nothin' says we can't have a 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓 later on in the night , you know if that's what you want. ❜
He gives Claire a wink before pushing the key into the ignition , starting the engine and revving it a few times , glancing over at her.
beep beep how’s my portrayal ?
𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜 , leon gives a brief glance at her , shaking his head. She really didn't 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 why he felt the way that he did , why he thought so little of himself , even in the face of all the great things he had done , the guilt , the pain 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 , haunts you. day and night like this monster that you couldn't just 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.
❛ No , it's not 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. I can't really begin to explain it to you , but the 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 of those that I failed to save , It's there even when I know that I've done 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 or i've saved plenty of people , it doesn't change the fact that i've failed people , that people lost their 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 because i wasn't able to save them , that's all I mean. ❜ He wasn't sure if that would be a sufficient explanation for her , but he really couldn't say much else.
❛ Not even , you're not.... 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 , not by a fucking longshot. ❜
by the time she was done with leon s. kennedy he was going to be nothing more than a slobbering mess with how hard she was going to shake him to put some sense into his alcohol ridden little brain. she frowned at him, acknowledging that she didn't know what it was like to be in his shoes, but knowing more than enough to know he always tried his hardest to get things done and get people out alive.
she moved closer and put her hands up to his shoulders, giving him a comforting squeeze and a small smile before shaking him back and forth with as much strength as she could muster. like she was trying to turn him into an alcoholic smoothie.
“ you. did. your. best. ” she said slowly, stubbornly between shakes before finally letting him go.
“ we can't save everyone - it's impossible. that didn't mean you failed! those deaths are not on your hands, they're on the hands of every asshole out there that thinks they can take over the world!” grace reminded him, scowling and finally pulled him into a tight hug.
“ you did far more for most of those people than anyone else in their life likely would have, leon.”
Yeah , she was making sense , making plenty of 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 , it really wasn't his fault in the end , but he still blamed himself for not being able to save everyone. Upon being hugged by her though , he does fall silent , letting the moment 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 , pressing his gloved palm to her back , chin rested against her shoulder , his eyes closing. There was something about how she was fighting 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 to get him to agree with her , even with her hugging him he doesn't say anything , breathing out a sigh.
❛ 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 , I know that you're right. But there's just the guilt that tugs at me , knowing that people are 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 under my watch. You know what the DSO says about me , that I'm their 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 , that I can take on anything that is thrown at me and come out unscathed , but nobody stops to think about the 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 that are left behind , the memory of it all. ❜
He pulls away from the hug , gaze focused on the ground , not wanting to look at her and see that she was 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 by the way he viewed himself , even with her encouragement , with the kind things that she was saying to him and her 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 that none of it was his fault.
❛ Thanks Grace , Sorry that I think that way sometimes , I know what i do is good , but it helps to have some 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 from someone , you know what they say , we're all our own worst critics. ❜
𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 , held tightly in his gloved grasp , eyes the bottle and flashes a smirk , setting it down as he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a flask that was filled with 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧 , his personal drink of choice for when there was something that needed 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠. Not that he turned to it all too often , but today seemed to be in need of some 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 numbing , head shaking in response to her. ❛ nice thought there jen , but i got my own plus , not too much of a wine guy....never liked the 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 all that much. ❜
After he speaks , he unscrews the cap of the flask and raises it to his lips , taking a few swallows from it before he tucks it back into his jacket , looking at the bottle she had given him. ❛ this ain't just any regular wine , this is some 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 , wonder where you got this from ? ❜ He'd talk about 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 but his sleepless nights and his guilt , anything to take his mind off those things , but you know she made a point here.
❛ Sometimes , it ain't so easy to just... 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 , sometimes when you do that , you close your eyes and the past comes back anyway. all those mistakes , all those regrets....𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 , like you wouldn't fucking believe. ❜ They'd just met and already he was talking about this personal shit with her , That was a good sign for her , meant that he already liked her
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 in regards to her past, but one could see on her expression she was more relaxed at least, and she wanted to make him FEEL a little less.. alone, without even knowing why'd it be her intention . Still, the explosion earlier wasn't something she dealt often, unlike him. Jenevelle was less on the field and more buried in between documents , and tending to patients but zombies weren't exactly easy to kill so she reckoned explosives was the right approach. On the radio down the hallway was playing YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL by James Blunt as she watched him take a sip. It was a cheesy song, but somehow to her liking nonetheless. The resident doctor was very IMPATIENT in regards to them dealing with this outbreak issue but a lot of details were kept from the nurse, and she's never worked in that clinic before. ❛ Don't break the radio, it helps with my nerves during long night shifts, ❜ With that, she made a step towards him to get a grasp of the bottle and took a swig. What she was hiding from him though, was that she often used the wine to help with her nerves, as well. Thank gods she wasn't going to be alone at this ominous hospital -- the good news. The bad news --there was an infection spreading for them to deal with.
❛ You have something dark and wicked in you, just as i have something good, despite the dangerous cult I managed to escape.., I'm still trying to adapt the normal life, you know,❜ She then remarked staring awkwardly at the male , a little embarrassed to hear her actual thoughts out loud, but maybe the amount of wine intake was starting to get to her head, then she cleared her throat, ❛ So have you seen this so called doctor in charge? All I've gotten from him is voice mail orders , and cryptic emails. ❜
❛ Nah , dunno shit about him , but he's got enough going on to raise the DSO's 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍 , enough to send me to investigate whatever's goin' on here and I gotta say that 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 here. You can tell when there's shady dealings goin' on and it's my job to sniff those out and get the right people on the job here , for now though I'm gonna need to have a look at those emails and things... ❜
She definitely didn't know what she was dealing with and just 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 in the shit she may or may not be , this doctor had been on their radar for quite some time and now with all the 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 and the sudden death of people that were treated here , well there was only one conclusion to make. He takes another sip from his flask before tucking it away within his jacket , proceeds to stand , glancing around the place , taking mental notes.
He proceeds to raise his hand to the side of his head and press the communicator situated within his ear , steps echoing as he approaches a desk and picks up a case folder , flips it open , eyes scanning the contents and taking mental notes of what he was going to say
❛ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , reporting in. We've got folders of deceased and missing people , seems like 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐓 deals. virus experimentation , trafficking , the whole shebang. There's a nurse that doesn't seem to be in on it , recommending her as 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 , high priority intel she could have without even knowing it. Going for extraction after I've finished my investigation here , Condor one , 𝐎𝐔𝐓. ❜
With his sitrep finished he cuts the comms link and then reaches for the gun at his hip , drawing it from within and holding it out in front of him , checking the slide and doing a press check before shifting his attention back to her , gesturing for her to follow with a shift of his head. grip tight on the weapon as he approaches the exit of the nurse's station.
❛ Long story short , there's some indicator of nefarious activity and we can confirm that this Doctor ain't all about healing. We can link him to a number of recent 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 , likely some murders too, but now's not the time to yap , we gotta get outta here , stat. ❜
hey. i didn't say when. LOL
( @deadknndy / cont. from X )
The feeling of GUILT creeps into her mind when Leon reminds her that SHE is the one that requested further assistance in gun training. By doing so, she can't help but feel like she's being an unnecessary BURDEN on him. The other has done so MUCH for her already. . . Is it because the man PITIES her after all that happened?
No.-- Stop it, Grace. You're ABOVE these kind of thoughts now. She shakes her head to remind herself that Leon is DEAR to her. If the sentiment wasn't returned, they wouldn't be here currently in this shooting range. That's when her shoulders slump, allowing a more LAXED grin to lace her lips.
❝S-Sorry, old habits die hard. I know you're not going to throw me out. . . Unless I keep missing every shot.❞
The platinum blond teases as she reloads the weapon that she is practicing with. Although this type of gun is UNFAMILIAR to her, Grace is hoping to get the hang of it. After watching Leon's impressive display of hitting the target PERFECTLY three times in a row, the FBI agent is DETERMINED to show that she can be a DECENT student. That's when she extends her arms forward, closing one eye so she can AIM. Before she pulls the trigger, she hesitates and glances over to him.
❝Am I holding this RIGHT?❞
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 , but something stood out to him that was likely throwing off her aim and in all honesty , dragging down her 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 He reaches forward and takes the gun from her , looking it over and adjusting the position of the mag , doing a press check on it , pulling back the slide within his grasp , gaze shifting down for a moment before he hands the weapon back to her , grip forward.
❛ one of your biggest issues. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭. when you aim , you squint , close one eye like you're in a shitty Hollywood movie from the 90's. ❜ He'd also noted that she 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 instead of squeezing it , which was likely throwing off her accuracy. He then walks and stands behind her , taking her arms in his grasp and proceeds to put her gun in the right position , the way that 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 , then proceeds to aim her weapon , his hands meeting her's
❛ you'd also have better stability if you spread your legs apart a bit and relied more on your shoulder and forearm than your torso when you're aiming... aiming from the torso is... 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐮𝐫. definitely shows that you were trained by the FBI though.... ❜ He then proceeds to place a gloved palm against her shoulder , giving a reassuring pat a few times before stepping to the side of her , arms crossed over one another , observing her as one would when they were training another
cont'd with @deadknndy .
" You look, exhausted. . It's almost… familiar," She started without any forewarning, it's her first day working with the government agent but honestly, if he had been contemplating about the people, he couldn't manage saving, she 'd be one to fully relate. It's something that has always kept her awake at night, as a healer. She's mostly used to handling things on her own, yet every healer needed a protector, didn't they?
" I know exactly how that feels. I was raised only to forget who I was, forced to do the unspeakable in someone else's name. To sacrifice things I loved.., " The dark haired women chuckled dryly, her widened curious dark greens locked on the other's haggard expression, " So I usually try to bury the past, and move along. And sometimes, a drink helps, " A playful smirk, to mask her nervous disposition of being a little worried if he was even in the mood for her usual rancid ' humour' ', before she proceeded to pull out a bottle of wine, tossing it towards Leon.
" Here, it’ll take the edge off.Seems like you need it. I'm Jenevelle by the way.''
𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 , held tightly in his gloved grasp , eyes the bottle and flashes a smirk , setting it down as he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a flask that was filled with 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧 , his personal drink of choice for when there was something that needed 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠. Not that he turned to it all too often , but today seemed to be in need of some 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 numbing , head shaking in response to her. ❛ nice thought there jen , but i got my own plus , not too much of a wine guy....never liked the 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 all that much. ❜
After he speaks , he unscrews the cap of the flask and raises it to his lips , taking a few swallows from it before he tucks it back into his jacket , looking at the bottle she had given him. ❛ this ain't just any regular wine , this is some 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 , wonder where you got this from ? ❜ He'd talk about 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 but his sleepless nights and his guilt , anything to take his mind off those things , but you know she made a point here.
❛ Sometimes , it ain't so easy to just... 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 , sometimes when you do that , you close your eyes and the past comes back anyway. all those mistakes , all those regrets....𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 , like you wouldn't fucking believe. ❜ They'd just met and already he was talking about this personal shit with her , That was a good sign for her , meant that he already liked her
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 , Elpis turned out to be a bit more than it was originally though to be. DSO AND BSAA were still running countless tests but as it would seem , aging had reversed by about twenty years and he was in 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , seems that she had done a bit more than save him , not that he was going to bring it up at the moment , her response though makes him chuckle , a response said after another sip.
❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ? , you didn't need me to save you , turns out you were more than capable of 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 , me ? I'm just lucky you were there , otherwise that might've been my 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 , so you know... thanks for that... ❜
He salutes her with a motion of his flask before proceeding to take a drink from it and screws the cap onto it , tucking it back within his jacket , eyeing her with a tilt of his head.
she knows he's doing his best to cope and deal with the hand given to him, but that doesn't make it any less upsetting to witness. she wishes he could see himself as others did. as she did. but instead he considers himself worthless, a failure for all the lives he couldn't save… it makes her want to shake the hell out of him if only to see if his brain rattles inside of his skull because of how stupid that is.
“ we saved each other,” she acknowledged slowly, sighing as she shook her head.
“ had you not not saved me first from marie… ” grace murmured, grimacing at the memory.
at the way her nails desperately tried to dig themselves into the floor from how furiously she tried to get away and crawl into the light to save herself, all for naught. she would have died then and there were it not for leon kennedy. and yet he still considered his actions inconsequential. she wouldn't have that.
“ o-or is my life so meaningless to you that i don't count?”
𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜 , leon gives a brief glance at her , shaking his head. She really didn't 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 why he felt the way that he did , why he thought so little of himself , even in the face of all the great things he had done , the guilt , the pain 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 , haunts you. day and night like this monster that you couldn't just 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.
❛ No , it's not 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. I can't really begin to explain it to you , but the 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 of those that I failed to save , It's there even when I know that I've done 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 or i've saved plenty of people , it doesn't change the fact that i've failed people , that people lost their 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 because i wasn't able to save them , that's all I mean. ❜ He wasn't sure if that would be a sufficient explanation for her , but he really couldn't say much else.
❛ Not even , you're not.... 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 , not by a fucking longshot. ❜
❛ are you hurt? ❜
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 , the bullet in his arm ? the stab wound in his abdomen from the close quarters combat he'd just finished of ? cause , the short answer was that yes , he was hurting like a 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 , course he was just going to pass it off as a flesh wound or a little scratch , wasn't nothing a good mix of herbs and med injectors couldn't handle. he'd been through way worse in his years.
Glove hand grips tightly round the injector as he jams it into his side and pushes down the plunger with his thumb , feeling almost 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 relief from the stabbing pain in his side , as well as the swelling white hot heat , all in all he'll live and she didn't need to worry about him.
❛ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 ... but i'm okay now , don't you worry your pretty little head about me , nothing I can't handle , 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞. ❜
So he was bored. That made sense with how she knew him, and moreover, with the way he had always been present in her mind. 'Poor puppy,' she notes mentally, 'he must really want to play.' Ada's smile turns into a coy little smirk, and she glances towards the man as she looks around the room a bit more. It's spacious, not fancy at all, but it's nice. Working for the government must have its perks, and Leon may be complaining about the lack of action he's currently getting, but there is an upside to any disappointing situation, a remedy for every ache, even if that ache may be the absence of combat. An odd thing to complain about, but somehow, Ada understands. They are similar in that way, because she knows she would react just the same, if she was to be sent somewhere merely to sit around and do little to nothing. Obviously, she would not be taking a job like that in the first place- a luxury Leon surely did not have, given his employers' nature and usual disposition when it came to dispatching agents. One she's most grateful for now, especially since Leon's boredom gives her quite the upper hand. A bored dog is easily entertained, and therefore, easy to handle. Not that she did not enjoy the challenge that Leon posed when he was in less of a mood to entertain their back and forths- on the contrary, she was more than fond of the way he would fight and point weapons at her, as if he would ever actually pull the trigger, just like she refused to do, over and over, even when facing direct orders- it was part of their dance. ❝ Maybe. ❞ She muses with a small laugh, because truly, it is amusing, that he's trying to get her to divulge information already, but at least he's straightforward. She steps closer to the table, eyes flickering from the bottle to him, tracing the height of him as he discards his jacket. So he's armed, too. Good. At the very least, neither of them would look a fool. Her walk stops when she reaches the table, leaning against it for a moment.
❝ How sweet of you. Well, I do appreciate you leaving me to my freedom. ❞ If only he knew just how mutual their evading of orders was. Ada considers the fact that Leon probably should never know, she truly does, but she cannot leave him with nothing, even if her sense of logic screams at her to say nothing further. ❝ You have been quite the popular target yourself. It seems I simply cannot seem to hit it, no matter how often I am told to. ❞ It's not even in the slightest a passing cover- Ada doesn't miss. Her aim is what makes her a dangerous opponent. But if it's Leon's life that is at stake, she will miss, and she will do so no matter who is telling her not to. She sighs, pushing herself up to sit on the edge of the table, giving Leon a look that is half apologetic and half amused, and it almost borders on an expression tinted in fondness, dangerously close to being a look of affection. ❝ I keep an eye on you too, Leon. And you might've expected to see me, but I didn't. Whatever my job is, I was never supposed to run into you, not this time. You don't have to worry about me being in your way. ❞ Ada pauses, a finger tracing circles into the smooth surface of the table as she calculates her next words, glancing up at Leon in the fashion of a cat expressing its interest. ❝ And yet I could help but put myself in your way when I realised it was you on that balcony. Funny, isn't it? ❞
𝑯𝑼𝑯 , somehow he isn't even slightly surprised by that information. He always had a feeling that his name was on a list of 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 , people that the bad guys wanted dead at any and all costs . mostly due to how well he seemed to be at 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 their plans and schemes , he's almost tempted to ask how much the bounty is , whatever the amount was , it was probably a goddamn 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞.
❛ See , that's the thing Ada , I really 𝐝𝐨 need to worry about you being here , because it means that something 𝐛𝐚𝐝 is going to happen , that someone is plotting something and it has 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 to do with you and whoever your employer is. ❜ He 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 the fact that they can't just meet like normal people , have dinner or a coffee or something along those lines , granted he'd never really 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 her that now had he ? a brief pause follows as he proceeds to draw his gun from the holster and begins to inspect it as he continues speaking.
❛ You know , in all these years i've 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 asked you to do something normal , dinner , a coffee. just something where we don't need to focus on the job. Honestly it's mostly because i don't think something like that would even 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 hold your interest n, but you know I'm putting the offer out there now if you want. ❜ He'd do anything to get away from this boring assignment , including leaving his charge unprotected for a while , especially if it meant he got to spend some time along with her.
The slide is pulled back , a single shell ejected from the port on the side and he catches it and looks at it, Wondering in the back of his mind if she was really here to just 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 , or if she was here , snooping for whoever was employing her this time.
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 , though unfortunately for the first part , it wasn';t exactly possible right now. his bike was still a 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 from when he had used it in a field op , without any authorization and it was still in the shop. course he was getting it fixed on the DSO'S dime because it wasn't like he had the money to get it fixed up , at least no to the degree that the DSO had at their disposal.
❛ wrecked it before we wound up at 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐳 , taking a bit longer than I would have preferred , but you know. we roll with the punches as they come , so that offer of you being 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬... that apply to me driving your bike too ? ❜ of course he knew that she was teasing him , she always did. As to him driving her bike , there was fifty fifty shot that she would say yes , after all she did 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 right ?
Her 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 of what came after though , that amuses him enough to have him uncross his arms and approach her , placing his palm on the wall just above her head as he leans bit closer , head tilted. ❛ 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' where the night might take us , you know ? Guess we'll just need to wait and see won't we ? ❜ Hey , he could be smooth 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 , though not often.
her gaze narrows slightly at the implication of him riding her bike , a slightly touchy subject and one that most other people would recieve a definite no . oh she trusts him , more than she trusts other people . but this was 𝐡𝐞𝐫 bike they were talking about . there's a small huff that escapes her lips , playful and yet the tiniest bit of worry caught in the breath.〝 i don't know kennedy , you do have a bit of a habit of breaking your bikes . how do i know you'll take care of my 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ? 〞
he places his hand on the wall above her head , green orbs drawn to it slightly before glances back at his features . he's so close she can feel his breath on her cheeks . what a tease , the gesture makes the redhead chuckle quietly . 〝 that's part of the 𝐟𝐮𝐧 , no ? not quite knowing where you will end up , what you will be doing . and we've had 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 of fun times before ~ 〞
a pause fills the air for a moment yet claire keeps her gaze on him , unshaken by their proximity nor the implications of the topic at hand . instead she moves her hand , finger tapping her chin as she feigns being in thought .
〝 i'll tell you what , let's make a 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 ~ 〞she begins , pushing herself off of the wall just to close the distance a little bit more . 〝 you can drive my bike therefore i will be your 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 , but you owe me with something . something i haven't decided yet . don't worry , i won't ask you to do anything 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 . 〞
𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄 , Claire had this habit of calling in the strangest favors at the weirdest of times , but you know if there was the 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 that he gets to spend some more time with her , well be sure to get Leon's clown shoes ready along with his makeup and clown nose , because those were terms that Leon would 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐘 agree to , plus getting to ride her bike would be a privilege of itself.
❛ You know what claire , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 , promise i'll take real good care of her. I mean c'mon I take good care 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 don't I ? Never had any complaint before , especially from you , last time I checked at least. ❜
Leon steps a bit closer to her , lips pressed under her chin , against her jawline before he proceeds to step away from her and the extend his gloved hand out for 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒 of her bike. His eyes linger on her for a moment , thinking back to those 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 that they had shared , quite a few times by his recollection , and all of them were nothing short of memorable.
❛ No destination , no strings. just the two of us , out and about having some time together with one another and you know... like you said wherever it goes , we'll just go along with it and see 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒. ❜
i promise i will come back here sometime soon , the muse just.... comes and goes sometimes , plus with everything i've been writing that shit is usually a novel and I always wanna put the best out there that I can
muse for leon is kinda finnicky at the moment , but you can find me on @retrojam & @dvilhunter for the time being.
❛ You don’t seem surprised to see me. ❜ // from Ada :^]
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 . hinge of his lighter creaks as he snaps it closed , it was gold at one point , but over the years it had been left as a rough and beaten silver , once belonged to luis , he kept it as a memento. The stick rests between his lips , stopping what he was doing and pulling it away , his head tilting ever so slightly , 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 to her wanting to show herself out of the blue like this.
❛ Hard to be 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 when we've been doing this as long as we have don't you think ? you show up , we have our little cat and mouse games until you get what you 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 out of me and like a fish to a hook , I take the bait. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. ❜ after finishing speaking he finally takes the first hit from the cigarette , the tip glowing a dim orange , looks off to the side , eyeing her from the corner of his eye.
❛ So , what are you here for 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 , 𝐀𝐃𝐀 ? cause i'm pretty sure I can't swing another pardon for you... ❜
❝ Those things will kill you, you know. ❞ The smoke that fills the space between them on the balcony is warm, wafting into the night air in swirling clouds. It smells of familiarity, exhaustion and nictotine-fueled calm. Ada has never been an enjoyer of the idea of smoking, and there is worse habits to have, sure, but it doesn't bother her, either. It's Leon, it's one of the things she grown accustomed to when it comes to him. She slips from where she's perched on the railing of the balcony, taking a step towards him and looking up from the inkling of light coming from the cigarette, an amused expression tugging at her lips. The image works for him, even if he stands taller than her and even with his position as one of the most trusted government agents, it brings a smile to her face as she tilts her head and brushes her hair behind her ear. It's longer than she usually keeps it, a result of the way she's been mission-hopping between employers- no time for something as superficial as getting a haircut. She's grown fond of having it an inch longer than the length she'd been sticking to, a subtle change she's embraced somewhere along the lines. ❝ I'm not here to chase you around. ❞ Ada muses with a playful note to her voice, leaning on the railing as she throws Leon another glance.
There's no point in telling him what she's doing in the same place as him, what her assignment is, who she's working for. It doesn't matter, it won't change the reason she's here, it won't garner any more trust between them- it's such a fickle thing to uphold, and yet, it's never truly evaporated. ❝ You can play mouse again another time, Leon. I was just in the area. ❞
It's not the entire truth, but it's not a lie, either. Leon being dispatched here was something she hadn't been told about or prepared for, and truly, he might as well not have been dispatched at all. Maybe he was here of his own volition, off duty. But it wasn't something she wanted to leave in the air, unanswered, in fact, it was never good to be unaware of Leon's movements. ❝ I didn't expect to find you here. Enjoying the weekend off? ❞
𝐇𝐞𝐡 , 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , concerned about his health and wellbeing ? well , color him touched. Even with her words still lingering on the wind , he can't help but chuckle a bit , still holding that cigarette between his lips , noting the difference in height between the two of them. While she wasn't short , she barely measured up to his chin. Leon breathes out a cloud of fumes from between his lips , sighing a bit as gaze shifts toward the Horizon. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ? , then what was she doing here ? Did her so called mission need her to show up on his Balcony like something out of a bad 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 ?
❛ Right , like I'm gonna believe that.... you're here for something other than giving me a 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 , I'll bite though... ❜ He always did , like a damned fool , he always fell hook line and sinker for whatever 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 she was going to peddle , because like it or not , she was important to him , she mattered to him , Hell , he might even 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , but he would never admit that , it would give her too much sway over him.
He sighs and proceeds to 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡 the glowing tip of the cigarette on the stone of the balcony , staring up at the night sky as he proceeds to rest his gloved hand atop the railing , smirking at the question she proposed to him , shaking his head at her. ❛ Might wanna get your sources checked Ada , there's no Vacation going on here , On assignment. 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲. ❜ For who though , he really shouldn't say. Course , she always had a way of getting what she wanted out of him.
❛ 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬 , tch... what a pain in the ass. if you ask me... gimme a bottle of bourbon , a nice poolside view any day.... ❜ Leon then proceeds to lean against the railing , pressing leather clad elbows against the railing , looking down at the street below , wind blowing his long , unkempt hair from in front of his face and resting on his shoulders as he proceeds to glance over the edge of his shoulder at her.
❛ From 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐎𝐖'𝐒 , to guarding politicians and 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 , hmph , like I could give a single solitary 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 about that crap... ❜ Turns out when the world wasn't under threat , Leon was essentially a glorified 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 until the next world ending threat came along. The sky overhead rumbles with the sound of an approaching storm and he pushes his weight against the railing , standing himself upright , his back turned toward her momentarily before he looks over his shoulder at her.
❛ You gonna come in ? doubt you wanna stay out here and 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 by the rain , pretty sure those things you wear don't leave much to the imagination when they're soaked through , might not be great to go and collect some 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 like that....so you know. if you want. ❜
Patience has always been a virtue Ada possesses in great amounts. There was no succeeding in her job if she didn't. Dealing with most of her employers required patience, since they happened to have none. Dealing with her obstacles- even more so. Her head tilts to the side as she observes him with a certain calm warmth, fingers tapping against the balcony's railing softly. The metal feels cold but smooth to the touch, and it reminds her of the gloves she usually wears, the pair she'd left back at the small room at the end of town where she was staying. Leon doesn't seem surprised still, even now, and it's so very different from the sweet, almost naive attitude he'd had the first time they met. The stark contrast of the way they used to be and the way they are now brings a small smile to her face as she glances away from him for a brief moment, looking over the town, for now, still peacefully in one piece. It's funny, she remarks mentally, how he compares himself to a fish on a hook. In a way, it's quite true, and even now, after all these years, he does indeed take any bait she throws his way, but that does nothing to thwart her intrigue. ❝ How sweet of you to keep up the tradition. ❞ Ada says quietly, eyes tracing back up to the man before her, taking in the details in his face that she hadn't observed at first glance. She's familiar enough with the sight of him to note every little change, every twitch of emotion in his features. If she had even just considered the idea of Leon being on vacation, she wouldn't have asked. Perhaps she wouldn't be here at all. The nature of their relationship had never been one befitting of a beach and palm trees or a poolside rest. And distantly, it does sound nice, to be able to stop moving for a bit, to stop rushing from one mission to another, but it's something so unfamiliar that Ada doesn't think she would know how to handle something as simple as vacation. ❝ So they're using their best hunting dog as a guard dog, too, huh? ❞ The words are spoken with that certain sense of gentle amusement she reserves for him, the smile on her face persisting as she tilts her head back to look at the sky.
He's not wrong- it certainly looks like it'll rain. The sky is a dirty, blue-ish black, clouds ammassing above the town. Ada looks back towards Leon and raises an eyebrow at his comment, so naturally woven into his invitation, shaking her head in disbelief. She'd chosen her last words almost predictably well, all too befitting of him. There's a moment where she considers leaving, jumping back over the railing the way she'd come. But then again, he was never the only one to go for the bait. ❝ You're lucky I'm in a good mood, Leon. ❞ Ada muses, moving from the railing towards Leon and the door, mapping out where she'd attached her knife at the leather belt around her waist, and her gun, stored in a similar fashion, in a holster hooked into a leather strap just below the cut of her dress, black, unlike the usual colour she went for. She didn't plan on hurting him, she never really did, but she knew better than to let her guard down just yet. Her resolve wasn't as soft as it once had been when it came to Leon. And yet it's malleable, bendable, because she follows him anyways, stepping into the room with an approving hum. ❝ It's nice here. Better than other places we've been stranded in before, huh? ❞
𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐳 , at this rate he'd take a village swarming with mind addled people , or 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐬 of the dead than this boring sit and wait shit , Hell he'd even take a regular op , didn't even have to do anything with bioterror at this point. her question hangs in the air between them and he smirks at her over his shoulder. Better ? sure , if she counted better as boring and didn't wish that she was anywhere else like he was. ❛ Yeah , let's go with that.... 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. least in other places we've run into one another I wasn't bored out of my mind... 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. ❜ He continues into the suite he'd been given as some dignitary's guest , his steps echoing on the polished floors as he proceeds to sit himself down on the black leather couch.
He had his suspicions about her , he 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 , she never did anything without a purpose , 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 with her was a cold and calculated game and he was always eager to play , especially if it meant that he got to see her , to spend any kind of time with her, He'd never say that aloud to her , just 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 the power trip she would have with knowing how much influence she 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 had over him. A half empty bottle of bourbon sat on the table in the center of the room , a crystal glass still wet with its previous contents beside it.
❛ So , you gonna tell me what you're up to this time , or are you gonna leave me in 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 until i find you with your hand in the proverbial cookie jar ? just save me the trouble of having to write up another report where you miraculously escape their number one 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐠 yeah ? ❜ he flashes her a glance as she enters the room and he proceeds to shrug his jacket off , revealing that he had his gun strapped into a holster there along with his knife at his hip , leans forward and proceeds to pour himself another drink , glancing at her as she moves through the room , keeping his sharp and attentive gaze on her.
❛ Do you know , just how many times I have defied a 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 to arrest you ? how many write ups and demerits i've endured...just for the sake of our little.... 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 ? of whatever the hell this is that we have ? Every time i'm out on an op , there's always the hope that i'll run into you and just once , just maybe you wouldn't be working for the 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 , but hey.. being morally ambiguous pays better than being a paragon these days doesn't it ? ❜ There was 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 a second where he would consider switching sides , he couldn't forsake 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 he made all that time ago , even if doing so would mean that he could be more honest with her
❛ What's the job this time Ada ? recover stolen data ? swipe a dangerous virus from under my nose while putting a gun to my head ? you're never 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 these days... I keep tabs on you as much as I can...just to make sure that you're ---- that you haven't been captured. ❜ he almost let the truth slip out there , better shut his mouth and swallow down some bourbon to keep from letting anything more slip out.... 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭
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there's a tilt to her head , followed by the slightest raise of her brow as he speaks . dinner huh ? she hadn't really thought about that when she had made her offer but the redhead noticed that hint of sincerity in his tone . " well — i wouldn't say no to dinner . . . and whatever that might come afterwards ."
she gives a wink before leaning against the wall , arms crossing over her chest . she's playful yet serious , eager to spot any little changes in his expressions at her teasing . a laugh escapes her lips as his adverse reaction to riding with her that for a moment she consideres teasing him some more .
" i was actually thinking we could take both of our bikes , could have a race or two . but it's okay if you don't want to , i know it would be hard to beat me ." she begins , lips parting into a smile as she shakes her head . she doubts he would back down from that particular challenge but maybe her idea might suit him more . " but , i don't mind being your passenger princess if that suits you more ? "
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 , though unfortunately for the first part , it wasn';t exactly possible right now. his bike was still a 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 from when he had used it in a field op , without any authorization and it was still in the shop. course he was getting it fixed on the DSO'S dime because it wasn't like he had the money to get it fixed up , at least no to the degree that the DSO had at their disposal.
❛ wrecked it before we wound up at 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐳 , taking a bit longer than I would have preferred , but you know. we roll with the punches as they come , so that offer of you being 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬... that apply to me driving your bike too ? ❜ of course he knew that she was teasing him , she always did. As to him driving her bike , there was fifty fifty shot that she would say yes , after all she did 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 right ?
Her 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 of what came after though , that amuses him enough to have him uncross his arms and approach her , placing his palm on the wall just above her head as he leans bit closer , head tilted. ❛ 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' where the night might take us , you know ? Guess we'll just need to wait and see won't we ? ❜ Hey , he could be smooth 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 , though not often.
𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 , 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 .... 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , the charges brought up against him played over and over again in his mind as he stares up at the ceiling. the lights burning his eyes , not helping with the 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 he was nursing at the moment , he really needed to slow down. but hey , when you lived the life that he had , you really didn't have much time to do anything else , but hey at least he stayed in shape with all the missions he went on at a near constant basis. this was a situation that would have happened eventually , 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬
a hand grips his hair from the back and slams his head against the table , steps echo behind him as the aggressive agent leans in close. " we know everything kennedy , you're fucked. " the man's breath stank , Leon's nose twitching in response before he sits up , glancing at the other agent with a pointed glance. ❛ you boys really don't care about 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 do ya , i mean seriously... would a 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭 kill ya ? ❜ clearly leon was not taking this seriously and he wasn't at all intimidated by the aggressive agent, the other one though left the room quickly.
" 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 " The message comes into the hounds from an unknown radio channel , turns out the agent that had given leon the phone was a man on the inside , also giving information of the DSO's operations and things, though none of it was 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 as sensitive of information as what leon was giving out. " 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 , 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲 " the comm line goes dead and the hounds now have a location for their captive agent.
leon meanwhile was smirking and almost 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 at the man named jenkins and his 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 to interrogate and get any kind of information out of leon , unfortunately for him , leon had been through the ringer over the years and the sheer number of times he had been at the mercy of another , a sickening thud echoes out as a fist connects with his jawline , blood spraying from his mouth , landing on the floor and table in a splatter , leon's head leaning back in the chair he was chained to. just 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 because his hits barely even registered to the seasoned veteran.
❛ Man , is that how they train people in the 𝐂𝐈𝐀 ? are you trying to beat me or tickle me with a pillow... it's gonna take a whole lot more than that to get 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 outta me pal.... ❜
it's easier than it should be to infiltrate and then track leon down. chris should be used to the incompetency of the US government after so many years working with them but somehow, they always manage to surprise him. he's fed information like he expects and chris nods to the rest of the hound wolves, the group of them pushing forward like they're not about to cause a domestic incident and that it's just another saturday.
with one of them already in enemy hands, chris isn't about to risk another one of his people—so he takes down whoever tries to block his way. the butt of his gun is a good a weapon as any and probably less lethal than his fists when he's on high alert and as pissed off as he is. some of the government agents know it's better to run than to face him, especially when the realization dawns upon them that the wolves have descended. it's clear to chris what kind of place they're in and he wonders what condition he's going to find leon in when they finally reach him.
chris nods as his inside agent ducks away from the door. chris doesn't care to take things quietly and as soon as he turns the door handle he's kicking the door open with his full strength. the sights on his gun searchthe room for a brief moment just to confirm when his eyes finally land on a bloodied leon and the man hovering over him. "step away. now." it's not a question as he points the gun directly at the only other man in the room. emily and charlie file into the room behind chris, leaving rolando at the door.
the only thing preventing him from pulling the trigger is that he doesn't want to make things more complicated than they are already. though it doesn't seem like the man feels the same way considering the blood chris sees painting the room. "don't make me say it twice." his patience is wearing thinner by the moment even as there's a sense of relief that settles over him when he confirms that leon is present. "if he moves, shoot him." he doesn't wait for a confirmation from the other two before he looks down at the chains keeping leon tied down and finally addresses him. "a lot of good you'll do me here, hades. you're going to make me start thinking you like playing the damsel in distress."
𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 , they really were like a pack and they were definitely going to look out for one another , protect their own as well. He's got the barrel of a rifle aimed at him , this so called 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 was supposed to be off the map , off the record , off the books. Well , so much for that. Jenkins raises both hands in surrender , glancing over to the injured Leon , then back to Chris , fear apparent in his gaze.
' Look , i was just following orders , this isn't anything personal Redfield. ' Clearly , Jenkins 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 about Chris and his squad of rogue , loose cannon agents and their reputation was one of people that he really didn't want to mess with , he knew that those agents were 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 , special tactics and other types of operations , He was practically 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 in his boots as his eyes shift between Chris and Leon , frantically searching for 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 that might absolve him of his crimes , stammering over and over.
Leon meanwhile pays no attention to the agent that had properly 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 , not a single damn word of what he was saying made any kind of sense at this point. Instead he proceeds with raising his arms , bound at the wrists while looking at Chris.
❛ Tch , you 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 like to hear yourself talk , don't you 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 ? Why don't we cut the shit and get me outta these chains so that I can brief you on the intel I got on 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ? ❜ The organization that had taken the place of umbrella in their fight against bioterror was barely ever spoken about , barely even 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 , so clearly Leon had something worthwhile on his plate.
One of the other Hounds toss Leon the keys for the cuffs , the 𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 catches the keys and quickly unlocks and pulls his wrists free from the shackles , letting them drop onto the polished surface of the table that was 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 with his blood. ❛ Before I do that though.... ❜ Leon turns his attention to Jenkins and approaches him before quickly slamming a full forced , knuckles to face punch right at Jenkins , throwing the other agent away , his back colliding with the wall , knocked out with a single blow.
❛ Now that that's outta the way.... ❜ Leon proceeds to reach into his back pocket , pulling out his phone and unlocks it with a swipe of his thumb across the screen. ❛ These guys , they're 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 in the USA and Europe , facilities like you 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞... I got a list of em.... ❜ He then proceeds to hand his phone over to Chris , glancing around at The Hounds , giving them a nod of respect before shifting his attention to Chris.
