RADICALISATION, leon kennedy [1]

⤿ ix. virtue in his heart

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𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜: 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒: 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡

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Raccoon City Police Department — September 29th, 1998

     Mason stares at the electronically locked cell door between himself and Ben with annoyance, eye twitching in further irritation as he reads the memo about the jail power panel. It looks like they're going to have to go back inside the damn police station once again, along with ratting around in a no doubt dark and musty generator room. He honestly should have just gotten the hell out of Raccoon City by himself instead of checking out the fucking police station.

     Looking over at Leon, he feels something flutter in his stomach; a ticklish feeling that he can't put a name to for the life of him. He wants to smother the younger man in the nicest way possible, and make sure that the lovely smile he wears never leaves for a darker place. He wants to absolutely shower the blond idiot with anything he wants, and — god fucking damn it — they've only known each other for a matter of hours. He wants happy moments and softness, in complete contrast to their current predicament, and he curses his absolute fucking luck.

     Oh, Mason really should not have kissed Leon.

     Heading back into the parking garage, Mason is on high alert, the distant sound of baying dogs sounding overly loud in his sensitive ears, and a part of him wishes for a gun. He hates it. Wanting a gun shouldn't even cross his mind, but the idea of getting up close and personal with one of the zombified mutts down here sends a chill down his spine. And, truthfully, the fact that there's something inside the precinct that can easily bust down walls and crush some poor guy's head so simply...

     Yeah, Mason wants a decent gun when they have to go up against whatever monster awaits them.

     The map of the basement level folded between the pages of Elliot's notebook guides them from the jail cells over to a small array of rooms — including the morgue and the firing range. Irritatingly enough, it's dead empty except for a handful of infected officers playing dead and a locked weapons storage. There's not even an abandoned gun or any ammunition lying around. What they do manage to find, amusingly enough, is a bent key to a patrol car — useless except for the fact that it can still open the doors and boot of the car, which just might have something useful in them.