Absolution

V: Redemption: The Age of Reckoning

+Author's note:

The darkness leads even as it lies. It breeds and builds shadows like an unstoppable thing. Is there anything that can stop it once it begins? Our hero is balancing on the tight rope of his own destruction. What waits beneath him?

The idea for this story was actually spawned one day while listening to The Light by Disturbed. Such a power song about the battle between darkness and light and finding the redemption of it. Beautiful. I encourage you to listen to it and help you understand where our hero finds his torment.

I appreciate the reviews so far. I don't ask for all positive and likely, in a world where people have opinions and share them, won't always get them. I like knowing what people think about my stuff. There is yet to be something unpredictable in a love story. Much like Capcom itself, the love story is a predictable but fun mess to play with and make fun to read.

Show me a love story without a cliché and I'll show you a boring love story. It's great fun to write this despite all the predictability of it. Remember, as you read it, I am but a girl with a big gooey heart. And I love love LOVE a love story.

V. Redemption: The Age of Reckoning

AUT NECA AUT NECARE

"Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep."
― Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War

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Happy Goose Bay, 2017

He slipped into the office under the cover of darkness. They'd set up a fake emergency call across town to lure Dubois from the office. He jimmied open the back door and let himself in, using his pen light to shine carefully in the darkness.

Joel was keeping watch on the outside via their surveillance. The inside and the movements of Dubois was being carefully monitored by the Agents. He checked the com in his ear, "I'm in."

Joel's voice came back to him, steady, "It's all clear. She's headed across town."

Leon moved swiftly but carefully through the outer lobby of the office. He kept his pistol carefully ready at his side. There was a nice in the inner office. He took a deep breath and eased the door open.

A pen light was bobbling around the desk. He aimed his at it and aimed his gun.

Rebecca's voice whispered sharply, "It's me! Leon, it's me! Don't shoot."

He lowered the gun. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

She lifted a tiny key in her hand and waved it at him. "I saw her put this in the safe under her desk. I came in to get it."

"You could have just told me where to look," He hissed at her, "Damnit Becca, get out of here."

Becca.

She paused, blanked for a moment by the nickname. It was totally the wrong time to be kinda touched by it. She shook her head and moved forward.

"Let's hurry. There isn't time to argue."

He gnashed his teeth, irritated beyond belief. The little minx, why was she always in his business? Why couldn't he find a single woman in his life that listened to a fucking word he said?

Under his breath, he muttered, "Women."

Rebecca moved quickly to the small keyhole hidden sweetly in the Buddha statue on the bookshelf. He blinked, surprised. She turned the key and a loud chime gonged loudly somewhere in the building, startling them both. Leon actually jumped.