One more mission

A journey into an early grave

I woke up to a ring coming from my phone. It was still pitch black, so I felt around my nightstand for it and saw that work was calling.

I really cannot escape that place for two minutes.

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For the past six years I have worked as an agent for the U.S government alongside my closest friend, Leon S. Kennedy. He technically saved my life back in Raccoon City, so I am in his debt forever; even if that means getting calls at two-in-the-morning, so be it.

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I answered it to find out that the president's daughter had been kidnapped by an unknown source and taken to a village in Spain, called Valdelobo. I hesitantly agreed since I barely could keep myself out of trouble, but now I'm in charge of helping a massively important person.

"Fuck my ever-loving life." I mumbled as I put down the phone.

I reluctantly climbed out of bed and got ready to head out. I wanted to take my time because I would rather stay home, and who knows how long the mission will take; but the president's daughters' life was on the line, so I decided against it.

After the jet trip that was shorter than I was thinking, I arrived at the White House.

My nerves were through the roof just thinking of standing right in front of the president and him leaving the safety of his daughter in my hands.

-

I was escorted to the Oval Office by a couple guards; not a sound was made the entire time, just hand gestures and nods.

I opened the door to see the president staring out the massive picture window behind his desk, he turned to see me, and his face brightened up.

"Tessa! I'm glad you arrived so early." I returned a smile back and he handed me a small intercom. "This is for your mission, I have already got your partner prepared, so you'll be leaving in a little while."

Partner? I was about to ask before I saw a familiar blonde man walk through the door beside me.

Leon S. Kennedy.

"I was hoping you were going to be my partner." I couldn't agree with him any less.

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We got onto a private jet and settled down for the seven-to-eight-hour flight.

I pulled out a small Spanish handbook to refresh myself on the language since that would play a big part in this entire mission.

"I forgot you're fluent in Spanish." Leon said, sitting across from me.

"Si, ¿aprendiste algo de Español?" Leon just looked at me with a blank stare.

"All I got is yes, and Spanish."

"That's why I'm here." I chuckled while scanning through the handbook.

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I was knee deep in Spanish words when Leon and I got a call through our intercoms. It was our supporter for this mission, Ingrid Hunnigan, she explained our mission which in words seemed pretty simple: Get Ashley Graham, the president's daughter, apprehend who had taken her, or at least learn who did, and lastly return her back home safely.

In reality it was hell. I just knew it would be. A gut feeling so to speak.

After Hunnigan had finished I decided to lay my head back and started to drift off.

"Tell me when we're there." I told Leon, but I got no response.

I opened my eyes to a sliver to see Leon flipping through the Spanish handbook with pure confusion on his face.

I closed my eyes again and let the last moments of calmness for a while wash over me.