C-Virus | Leon Kennedy x Connor Dbh

Chapter 2: Lady Gaga

Note: There's some violence, cussing  and blood in this chapter

Some would argue the mission went wrong the moment they were assigned together. Connor would argue it was when Leon tactfully questioned the suspect. It's not like Connor's specialty was conversation skills, but he knew that intimidating the guy they were supposed to casually draw information from wasn't a good idea. Now, they were chasing him through a crowded strip mall. Their goal was to be discreet and efficient. Usually, it wasn't a problem unless the guy doing it was used to killing the fuck out of anything that moved. How was he even allowed to be a part of this mission? His ass is so fat!

Leon weaved through the crowd, an arm's length away from the suspect. Now, this was something he was good at. Hotdog cart? Sidestepped. Weird couple making out? Intervened. Small kid standing in the way? Shoved. He was so close. Just a hairs length away, and the mission would be saved.

The target turned a corner, barreling out of the glass doors and stumbling down the stairs into the parking lot. Less people was even better. Leon was confident he could catch him, especially without the help of that robot. Eww I hate those robutts.

Leon could feel a vein pop in his head when he saw his android partner speed up beside him to catch the man. He knew it was unprofessional, but he had to show the pile of bolts that he didn't need him. So that's what he did, or what he thought he did.

Leon lunged at the target, knocking him into a blue Corvette. A sickening crunch and scream came from the guy. A double tragedy. A broken door and probably a broken leg... Wow. More than a broken leg. Way more. Leon cursed as he saw the suspect's leg. A bone protruded from his raw skin, blood quickly gathering on the asphalt he laid on. The android immediately kneeled down, getting to work on the leg. Maybe this was a good thing. Perhaps the wound would loosen this guy's tongue.

"Fuck- What the fuck, my leg!" He cursed through his teeth, clutching his crimson thigh, his nails digging into the skin.

"This is easily remedied, I'd advise you to calm down."

"Don't tell me fuck to do you plastoid! Get the fuck away from me!"

Connor snapped his leg back, earning another screech as the guy assaulted him with words.

"Call 911 damnit!" He seethed waving at Leon, who seemed to be hardly more than unbothered at the scene he caused.

"Answer my questions, then we can negotiate."

"Fine, fuck! Anything, ask me anything." He pleaded, attempting feebly to push Connor away.

"Who is Andreas Moore?"

"Your mom."

"My mom's dead, you jackass."

"I do not have a mother, I was designed and created by Cyberlife."

Leon pressed the heel of his foot into his injured leg. Surprisingly, the guy moaned. He widened his eyes, stepping back.

"Come on, that's all you got, big guy?!" He screamed, a smile playing on his dirtied face.

That is fucked on so many levels, like an elevator on the Burj Khalifa. Leon crouched down, eye level with the crumpled figure.

"Answer my questions, and maybe you'll get out of this alive."

"Just kill me."

"No, I'm feeling generous."

"You don't got the balls to, is that it?"