This was supposed to be an easy task ( a rather easy peasy lemon squeezy kinda like . . ) until an unexpected turn of an event appears out of nowhere . Does it happen like some sort of a movie ?
She had absolutely none of the idea of how the ‘ Boss ' would suspect there would be a spy in his group , because half of the operation procedure is taken down by the feds or cops in particular . She had join them two years ago in the undercover and worked herself up into this stage , just to end the hell they brought - - - - - - thought that would lasted longer until his ' little rat ' suspecting her and the new recruit .
Every time she disappears from the main operation , she would either contact her reporting agent or someone of the progress . It almost feels like her own action ( of course ) rises suspicious of that man .
It was progressing terribly to comes to this . She had no idea how the undead , that poor innocent lives - - - turn into cannibal creatures , now escaped the cage to mauled any living man . Surely , the bastardi ‘ Boss ‘ released them when agents infiltrate this place in less than an hour . Now everything turns hell , with no sights of sane living man seems to survive the claw of dead . Each one of them lose their live to this as she walks passed every places .
Harper needed to grab something . A strong evidence to prove this hideous company is doing their stupid illegal business . Hopefully , that data is not destroyed .
“DSO, Put your hands in the air!”
– – - - - Was all that she heard when she was reaching the Archives room . She knew she had to act smart . . And so , she did . Slowly and gradually rose both her arm , letting them sees the small gun on her right hand dropped on the ground . Her back was facing towards their sight , so they had no proper view of her face exceptional for the ‘ dress to impress ‘ cloth , an off - the - shoulder satin black dresses .
❝ You might don’t wanna accidently pull a trigger on me . ❞
It wasn’t unusual for Leon by this point to run into actual people at least once or twice in events like this, and usually they fell into one of two types: they either were with the enemy opposition, or they were a third party with their own motives being there. In either case he tended to be at the bad end of their motives. Moving forward he would kick away her gun and look down either end of the hall quickly before continuing. Then, he would immediately look for signs of infection, most obviously a bite wound. Though he didn’t take too long before pulling his matilda back and gesturing to the door of the archives. “In there, then we’ll talk.” He would order, looking back to make sure Al was still there. Thankfully, he still was.
Al, while Leon handled the woman, made a discreet move to pick up her handgun and hid it on himself, which was easy to do by slipping under the loose hospital gown and pin it between the waistband of the briefs so civilly left on him, and his hip. He wasn’t going to wait forever for Leon to trust him enough with more than a knife, and considering this woman could very well have been part of whatever project had created him, he thought it might be better to hold onto it for now. When Leon began attempting to herd her towards the archives, he would simply follow for now. It would help greatly anyway for him to have access to the information in there, many answers hopefully to the many, many questions he had.
Leon rather unceremoniously wrenched open the door to the archives and nodded with his head to have her go first, and then Al. To which Al would roll his eyes and enter ahead of them both, impatient to Leon’s methods. Leon grimanced but continued inwards with her until he felt safe enough to finally speak properly. “Now, who are you...?” He would ask, positioning himself to keep an eye on Al who was already pulling open cabinet drawers and skimming through files, intentionally ignoring them for the moment, but listening in still.
