No more tears - Leon Kennedy

Chapter 9

"𝐀 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭."

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"Damn... I can't believe I went out with such a reckless driver!" I complained as I made my way, as best as I could, through the flaming wreckage of the plane.

Leon and Helena had gone ahead, allowing me to take a moment to catch my breath after this enormous crash, my hand attempting to protect my arm from the immense pain I had just acquired when I hit the dashboard as the plane reached solid ground.

And as a voice I didn't recognize called Leon, I quickened my pace to join them.

"Sherry? What are you doing here?" Leon asked in return as an odd duo, consisting of a small blonde with a cherubic face and a bald guy with some mafioso vibes, appeared.

I couldn't help but wonder who they were, the name Sherry strangely ringing a bell although she looked like an adult child.

"I'm on protective detail," she replied in return as a play of glances occurred between the young man and Leon. As I stationed myself not far from Leon and Helena, I inspected them once again with a strange premonition.

"Yeah... I heard you became an agent," he commented in return.

"Why are you here?" She finally formulated, her voice slightly hesitant, while Leon, Helena, and I exchanged a glance.

"We're tracking the man behind all this. Chief Security Advisor Simmons," Leon responded instantly, his frankness leaving me stunned.

"What?! There must be some sort of mistake. I report to Simmons!" She reacted finally as I immediately pointed my gun in her direction, a purely natural reflex.

As Leon placed his hand on the barrel of my gun, earning him a reproachful look from me, he turned to the two "strangers."

"He's your supervisor?" Leon asked quickly in return, a slight agitation in his voice.

"We're on our way to meet with him right now!" She continued to explain as I removed Leon's hand, quickly disengaging the safety of my gun.

"Where is he?" I finally asked as Sherry froze, confused. And as Leon approached, probably trying to shake her, the young man pushed him aside with a sharp motion, yelling at him like a chihuahua whose favorite bone had been attempted to be stolen.

Then, we got interrupted by a giant creature that, according to Jake's words, was following him around like a puppy. We battled fiercely until it left, and the moment we thought we'd be at peace, a radio tower fell to separate our two groups. 

A natural silence settled in, with only the crackling of nearby flames stopping us from breaking it. When I holstered my sidearm, I glanced at Leon and Helena, who seemed to have already decided to continue on their way.

"Leon, do you read me?" Hunnigan's voice echoed through the communications, to which Leon responded after a few moments.

"Hunnigan?" He asked in return, taking a moment before starting his walk. I couldn't help but contemplate him, with his usual impassiveness, a fascination that I ignored at the moment.

"You went dark after the plane went down. I linked in a minute ago, but you weren't picking me up. Listen, the building agent Birkin mentioned isn't far off. Just stick to your current route, OK?" She suggested quickly as I felt my phone vibrate.

Taking advantage of the fact that Leon and Hunnigan were still in conversation, I pulled it out, glancing furtively at what appeared on the screen, and ended up blinking several times when I understood, from the content of the message, who the sender was.