After the incident in Raccoon City, Leon Kennedy reunites with Special Agent Kara Rheyes, and teams up with her to track down the man behind the Washington attack, Jason Hayes, who left millions infected with a new bioterrorism weapon called, A-POX...
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I began questioning everything I thought of. How in hell can I be Albert Wesker's daughter? There's no way. On my way back to Leon's room with his coffee in hand, I was met by Piers, who had bags of food in his hands.
"Where's Chris?" I asked him.
"He's outside talking to DC and Nadia." I opened the door for him.
I tried to cover the emotions that I was getting about this, how do I put it? A big surprise like Hey! I'm Albert Wesker's daughter! I could be wrong, I hope I'm wrong. Never in my life would I ever think I could be the daughter of that psychotic asshole. How should I tell Leon? What will their reactions be? What am I going to do? Oh God, I think I'm losing my ever loving mind. I tried fighting the emotions, but I knew Leon could tell something was wrong with me. There was something about him that he could always tell something was wrong. Piers sat up the table for him and me to eat while he readied the tables for him and Chris. Leon's expression changed when he saw me.
"Piers, could you do me a favor?" Leon asked.
"Sure thing. What do you need?"
"Could you and Chris run to get me and Kara some white rice?"
"Did they not put any in the bag?"
I looked in the bag and lied.
"No, they forgot about ours."
"Dammit. All right. Give me a few minutes, we'll be right back." He said, walking out the door.
"What's wrong, Kara?" Leon asked.
I began to worry how he will react to this.
"Leon, I don't know how to put this-"
"What do you mean?"
"When you were unconscious, Piers and Chris were sleeping, I was woken up by the sudden feeling of someone watching me and I was. It was Wesker."
"Wesker? In the room?"
I nodded.
"He's one sneaky son of a bitch."
"Indeed he is. I got up and went to talk to him outside the room. He handed me this old, worn out, folded picture of me, my mom Veronica and him. He had his arm around her waist."
