"Honestly, I expected this from you - not him," he says, shaking his head in disappointment. "Just - fuck, search his body for anything useful," she sighs, turning around, her eyes rolling at his comment. Leon's lips tighten as he crouches down to examine the body, thoroughly searching through the pockets. His fingers come across something solid, and he brings it into view - a key.
Slowly rising to his feet, he takes note of the fireplace and the cauldron filled with a repulsive, swamp-colored sludge that bubbles grotesquely. The stench is absolutely foul.
"Fuck, (y/n), did you fart or something?" he teases, making a disgusted face as he turns to look at her with a smug expression. "Not unless you want to be blown away," she retorts, determined to wipe that smug look off his face.
Despite her intense crush on Leon, she can't help but grow increasingly irritated by his very existence. But he's still cute, she can't deny that.
He walks past her, using the key to unlock the basement door. Turning around to look her up and down, he speaks "I heard you're a fan of basements," he smirks as he gives her a clear view of the darkness that awaits below.
"Yeah, basement sex," she smirks, taunting him as she takes the lead, leaving Leon in disbelief.
They both walk down the creaky stairs, if (y/n) had written a list of things she hated - the dark basement would be on top of it. There's a foul smell lingering inside the basement, she looks at Leon with a disgusted expression on her face.
She then freezes in her tracks when she spots the lifeless body of a policeman, his gruesome appearance indicating a brutal demise. Despite the horror, she can't help but stare, unable to look away.
"shit," Leon mutters as he inspects the scene, crouching down for a closer look.
As the walkie-talkie crackles to life, a worried voice calls out. Leon grabs it eagerly, "I read you! What's the situation?"
Only a pained groan answers, causing (y/n) to flinch at the sudden noise.
"Don't be such a pussy," he chides her, giving her a once-over before refocusing on the policeman. It's silent for a couple of seconds until (y/n) decides to break it,
"Check if he has a pack of smokes," she instructs, her expression deadpan as if it's the most normal request. "Seriously, are you... mentally challenged?" he questions, baffled by her nonchalance.
Just as they were about to have a heart-to-heart, a loud creak from above startles them both. ''Please, tell me you let one rip..'' Leon whispers, making (y/n) push him slightly. They gaze up the stairs, only to see the same bearded man Leon supposedly took care of.
''No fucking way..'' he mutters. Leon whips out his gun, but (y/n) beats him to the punch, shooting the bearded man in the head. The silence filling the air for a couple seconds, as (y/n) takes her chance to speak her mind.
''Then Jesus said to him, "P-'' she gets cut off as Leon quickly slaps his hand over her mouth, ''don't start quoting the bible, (y/n)'' he says.
''This day just keeps getting worse, first I'm stuck with you -'' he starts, but (y/n) gives him a look.
''You seriously need to get laid, the tension is palpable,'' she remarks, holding her hands up defensively, ''just saying..'' He scoffs and looks down at her,
''And I suppose you'd volunteer?'' he retorts sarcastically.
''I mean, I'd ride that dick-'' he interrupts her by placing his hand over her face, pushing her away. He strides past her, heading back to where they were before, with (y/n) rolling her eyes and following him up to the attic.
''if i had a dollar for everytime a mentally challenged girl hit on me...'' he whispers to himself.
His gaze fixates on a wall adorned with a collection of pictures. "Lock the door, (y/n)," he commands without turning to face her, too engrossed in the images to care about meeting her gaze.
Among the photographs, he spots a familiar sight - the same blonde hair and gentle eyes that he would recognize anywhere.
"That's Ashley, right?" (y/n) inquires, pointing at the picture. Leon simply nods in response, his eyes shifting down to meet hers.
"Yeah, I'm surprised you actually remembered her name... you know, due to your Alzheimer's," he whispers the last part, leaning in close. (y/n) shoots him a quick side-eye.
"You're lucky you're hot," she retorts sternly.
He scoffs, pressing his finger against the portable transmitter in his ear.
"Roost, this is Condor One and... Ben Dover," he sighs, uttering (y/n)'s code name that he despised. (y/n) can't help but smirk, finding amusement in hearing him say it.
"Hunnigan here. What's your sitrep?" Hunnigan's voice crackles through their portable transmitters.
"The president's daughter - Baby Eagle. It's likely she's in this village," he replies, his voice devoid of emotion as he continues to focus on the pictures. "Our intel was correct, then. Well done."
"Need a location on a nearby lake. She may have been taken there," Leon scans the surroundings, his eyes briefly glancing at (y/n) who is fixing her lip gloss in a tiny makeup mirror.
"What the fuck?" he whispers to her, not wanting Hunnigan to overhear.
"Copy that. I'll see what I can find," Hunnigan responds.
"Well, hurry up. Something's happened to the people here. Our escorts are—" Leon abruptly stops speaking as he hears footsteps approaching.
Acting on instinct, he swiftly pushes (y/n) out of harm's way, causing her to collide with the wall.
She groans, "Leon, this is not what I meant when I said I liked it rough."
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