LA BAISE

01

(Y/N) — Your name
(L/N) — Last name
(H/C) — Hair color
(S/T) — Skin tone
(E/C) — Eye color

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Click! Click!

Clack! Clack! Clack!

Click!

"Haah.." You sighed, leaning back on the chair to stretch. Your fingers beginning to cramp from the excessive typing and clicking on the computer.

"Taking your break, (Y/N)?"

You shook your head, giving him a polite smile "No. Just need another cup of coffee."

"I hear ya!"

"Hm." You got up from your desk, to see many other employees with their headsets on. The only light coming from the computer screens and the large screen at the end that covered the entire wall for everyone to see.

Others looked to be panic, others looks exhausted, and the ones who have been working at the DSO for years, remained calm.

This was the HQ. Where the active agents out on missions and such are monitored for their safety here. Each employee is assigned a specific set of agents to monitor, select and assign their missions, and monitor their health for best results. In other words, you were an assistant, or what other people would call the background character.

And you were the one assigned to the one and only; Leon Kennedy. The man who's nearly died more times then he's had birthdays. You were his newly assigned assistant, after the last one and the one before that resigned, not being able to mentally take the stress from his near death work ethic.

And as of today, it's officially been a week since you were assigned to him. A single week and you already feel like it's been a year.

You walked towards a separate table off to the side where a coffee maker was and poured yourself a cup of coffee, reaching for the creamer only to see it was empty.

Along with the sugar, straws, and lids.

"Stupid creamer.." You mumbled to yourself, intending to just drink as it was until—

BZZT!

The work phone you were required to carry at all times buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and looked to see what it was.

Leon: I'm ready for my next mission.

Crazy.. You shook your head softly, walking back to your desk to grab his medical report and then out the large computer filled room.

Walking down the hall, your heels clicking against the hard marble floor. The medical report and black coffee in your hand.

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"You nearly died." You bluntly told him.

He sighed, leaning up on the infirmary bed as he looked down at the stitches in his arm and the bandages on his muscular abdomen.

"Yes. I'm aware."

Sighing; you gave him a small file of his next mission. He took it and quickly looked it through as you stood there professionally, a blank expression on your face.

"This is it?" He rose a brow, skipping through the papers on it, "This could be done in less then a day. Give me something real." He placed the file down.

"I requested they give you a simple one. Your in no shape for any life threatening ones." His expression turned sour at your words.

"And since when did I give you permission?" (Leon)