Chapter 6: The HIVE

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We were bound and our weapons taken away from us after the white blinding light distracted us. We were captured and surrounded by Umbrella. Just when I thought this couldn't get anymore worse, Wesker walked out with Simmons, both holding brief cases of some sort.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Agent Kennedy, impeccable timing wouldn't you say?" Simmons said with a smile.

"Simmons, you son of a bitch. I'll kill you for this."

I felt a gun pressed up against the back of my head.

"Choose your next words very carefully, Agent Kennedy. I'm going to ask you a few questions, you answer them truthfully and your comrades live, for now. If you fail to provide the right information we want, you get to pick which one dies. Where is the girl?"

"What girl?"

I felt an immense pain on the back of my head that forced me to my knees and blurred my vision.

"Pick him up."

It felt like iron grips were around my arms, pulling me to my feet with such a harsh pull.

"I'm not here to play any kind of games, do you understand? We want the girl and we want her now."

"Well, you might as well hold your breath, because she's gone."

There was another immense jolt of pain, this time in my stomach as I was knocked to my knees by the butt of a gun. I coughed up blood at his feet, gasping for air.

"You are wasting my time. Either you help us find her, or you all die down here a slow and painful death. You have two choices, Leon. If you don't choose, I'll choose it for you."

I scoffed. "Help you? After you killed the President and killed over 70,000 people? No thanks, I'm good."

"We have you to thank for that. The President trusted you, Agent Kennedy and you betrayed him."

"I didn't betray him! You did! You did all this!" I said out in anger.

"Struck a nerve, didn't I?"

"You were friends with him for 30 years, and this is how you betray him? You should've rotted on top of that monument and you will surely pay for it, you son of a bitch. You and the rest of the Umbrella Corporation."

He started laughing.

"And how will I? With what evidence do you have?"

"Plenty. Enough to make you rot in chains for it."

"And how did you come across this, so called evidence? Wait...that bitch...Ada Wong!" He said angrily. "You will also tell me where she is."

"The last time I seen her was when she kicked your ass. Remind me again, how did that feel? Getting your ass handed to you by a female?" I laughed. Simmons pulled out an injection gun full of a green substance and stuck it to my neck.

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