𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

What Makes You Any Different?| Request

AN: Leon forgives Reader easily in this imagine, but only for the sake of the word count reaching the maximum!

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I switch my bike off, balancing my feet on the ground as I look up at the large building across the car park. I can almost read the sign on the front; Divisions of Security Operations. I scoff at the lavish decorations and neatly trimmed grass, the whole façade of being perfect and in control make me want to laugh, but instead I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, dialling the anonymous number my client gave me a few weeks ago. 

"I'm here." I say when the unknown man picks up. He hums in agreement, something shuffles in the background as if paper being rummaged through, then he finally replies, as if purposely getting me to wait for his answer makes him seem higher up than me. 

"Good. Your target, Leon S. Kennedy, should be inside for now, but he'll be exiting soon as per usual, five on the dot. Did you park next to his bike, the Kawasaki Ninja H2?" 

I huff, glancing at the black and green bike, admiring it as if a mother would admire her baby. I nod despite my client not being able to see me. "Yeah, I set up the perfect meet cute. Enough of that, just remind me the easiest way to get him to fall for me, I don't want to spend too long on this." I yawn, shuffling my stance as I look around the car park. My client makes a noise of displeasure, tutting but he continues. 

"As you're aware already, he loves his bikes, he's grown attached to the adrenaline and probably likes the thrill of it to replace the mediocre life he lives when he's not failing at saving lives. He has a history of asking women to dinner but never receiving a positive reply, so you're best trying to have a meal with him for a first date, make him feel accomplished about it. He also has a strong need to protect and serve, back from his rookie cop days- or should I say day- in 1998, so try to get yourself into trouble or seem like someone he can try and fix, he'll be all over doing the good thing and growing attached to you at the same time."

I hum at the information. We've been through all of this before, I've seen countless footage of Leon's missions and everyday life, I know him better than my friends know me, yet I can't bring myself to feel bad about planning to kill him.  He's come close to death's door way too many times, at least this time around I'll be getting paid for his life ending. "Don't forget to send half the money in a few days like we agreed, I don't like it when I have to visit my clients face to face." I cheerfully say just as the doors to the DSO building open, and the dark haired man I've been focused on struts out, zipping up a jacket with his helmet between his fingers. My client begins to argue but I hang up, unwilling to hear anymore. It's game time. 

Leon continues to walk towards his bike, so I climb off of mine and fix my hair, pretending to have just arrived. Leon eventually reaches me, blue eyes looking across from his bike at my own. His brows raise as he checks it out, then slowly his eyes meet mine, and a small smile curves his lips. "Nice bike, it's a newer model, right?" 

I nod, and smile sweetly as I begin to engage in conversation about it, as well as asking him about his own. By the time Leon makes moves to climb onto his bike I'm walking away, heading towards the DSO office for my first shift as 'night time assistant'. When I saw the job I had no fucking clue what it would entail, but it seems like I'll just be a receptionist. It's enough though, to get closer to Leon and creep my way under his skin. I purposefully sway my hips, knowing Leon's watching until he calls out to me. "Wait, I haven't seen you around here before." 

I roll my eyes at the cliché line, but force a smirk as I glance over my shoulder at him, playing hard to get. "I'm new, and I'll see you tomorrow morning." I turn away from him, knowing I've caught his attention already from the space between me leaving and the start up of his bike. He spent the perfect time watching me, which means he's onto me. I walk into the DSO building, putting on the façade of nervous new receptionist whilst I analyse the area and hack my way into their files for fun. It won't be a long night after all.