Book One;
F/n Cadou was an orphan taken in by Claire Redfield. She was trained, she was taught, and most of all, she learned of her superhuman abilities.
Due to those abilities, F/n would set off on her first mission with a well known agent, Leon S...
"F/n, welcome, It's nice to see you," president Graham spoke softly welcoming you into the room filled with only a few people, though his features were filled with a completely different emotion. He reached his hand out for you to shake, grabbing it while smiling lightly.
"You as well president Graham, but sir, why the urgent call? It must be important." Just as your hands separate, Graham's demeanor switches like a light. He decided to move toward his desk, standing begrudgingly behind it.
"My daughter." He speaks sternly, pausing to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"She's been taken by what is believed to be a religious cult, and since there is an ongoing investigation I am forced to send just two agents who have were cleared this morning." Graham places his hands flat across his desk.
"Leon Kennedy and F/n Cadou, you will be sent in the morning to retrieve my daughter and assure this cult no longer terrorizes upon civilians." His words caused a shiver to travel through your spine, you'd never been on a real mission before.
"Sir, is that a good idea? Ms. Cadou is very much still in training." A man dressed in a black suit spoke, having Grahams attention for a moment.
"I'm quite aware of the situation we've been placed in, but I've seen the progress F/n has made and I believe she's capable with the help of Leon." Sitting in his chair, Graham let out a sigh.
"I can do it sir," you piped up.
"Consider it done, sir." The man dressed in a leather jacket who you assumed was Leon vocalized his loyalty.
"You'll be picked up in a car tomorrow morning by two officers, dismissed." You stood once Graham allowed everyone to leave, pulling your phone from its binds in your pocket.
Becca: How'd the meeting go?
You: You know I can't tell you that.
Becca: Fine, are you okay?
You: better question, and I'm okay, just have a lot to take care of.
Becca: hurry back, Claire made your favorite.
You: COMING!
•••
You twisted the door open to reveal your very close friend Rebecca Chambers.
"Well hello there stranger," she giggled lightly, pulling you in for a hug. Just then, Claire was turning the corner, pot and mits in hand.
"I had a feeling you'd be leaving soon, so I decided to cook your favorite. Im thinking she already let it slip though." Claire raised an eyebrow in Rebecca's direction. This caused you to let out a chuckle, settling into the hard wood dining chair.
"Thanks Claire, I really appreciate this." You began at the ladle, scooping the contents onto your plate, eyes already devouring your food.
"No problem, I'm glad you like it after all this time." Claire repeated your actions as well, followed by Rebecca, plates filled with food.
"Of course, it was the first real meal I'd had since-" you watched as Claire nodded at your words, you didn't have to speak further.
"How'd you have a feeling she was leaving?" Rebecca asked suspiciously. Claire laughed, before placing her utensils onto her plate with a clink.
"When my brother knew he was leaving for the military he had this grim look on his face everyday, he thought he was good at hiding it." She paused, taking a bite of the food placed on her utensil.
"He wasn't," her eyes met yours quickly before flicking toward Rebecca.
Rebecca nodded slowly before speaking again, "well we'll never know till it happens," features saddened.
"Guys, stop, let's just eat," you heart was racing, hoping the topic would be changed soon and fast. You wished you could let go of the information you were forced to hide, but that was just it, you couldn't. Not if you wanted to put them in danger while simultaneously getting yourself in trouble.
"How's Chris?" You asked hopeful he was home and safe.
"Still gone," Claire smiled sadly. "Don't worry about it, I know he'll be alright." You nodded at her words, he was strong and very good at strategy. There's no way he wouldn't come back. You stood from your spot before grabbing you plate, walking into the kitchen and placing the dirty dish into the dishwasher.
"Alright, good night guys." You spoke out loud into the air hoping they heard you.
"Good night,"
•••
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ri-
"Car's outside for you."
"Thanks Hunnigan,"
Beep
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