Weeks Later...
Leon let a sigh pass his lips as he stared at the passing scenery. He really didn't want to be a government agent, but.... might as well do the job and do it right... The two cops he had accompanying him in this lonely area of Europe had the radio cranked up playing some foreign music and chattering in what sounded like Spanish. The passenger cop turned around after several minutes of their conversation passed;
"What are you doing in our neck of the woods, eh? You're a long way from home, cowboy."
"I'm here to search for the president's missing daughter." Leon scoffed, as if the two didn't know already. At this point, however, he had a running theory that the guys back in D.C. were screwing with him and sending him on a wild goose chase for a distraction at this point after weeks of searching in Europe... "I'm counting on you guys..."
The rest of the car ride was rather uneventful, only stopping for the passenger cop to take a leak, as he had so generously put it. In fact, the cops had pulled up after crossing an old wooden bridge and telling him that they were here after just a good five or ten minutes after the passenger cop had finished relieving himself.
"We'll wait here." one of the two announces with a smug smirk as Leon pauses in closing the car door. "Don't want to get any parking tickets."
"Right.... parking tickets." he scoffs slamming the door closed and moving on before his communicator/radio beeped at his side. Pulling it away from his belt and pressing the button to receive the call he was a little stunned at the pretty dark-skinned woman who greeted him on the video the radio was receiving.
"My name's Ingrid Hunnigun. I'll be your support on this mission."
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"Leon better not die out there until I can get a chance to get at him..." Krauser scoffed to himself in determination as he swung at the punching bag with his knife. No doubt the bag would be useless by the time he was done with it...
Werewolf was otherwise ignoring the mutilation of the punching bag, keeping her eyes focused on the book in her hands. Where she had managed to find an English copy of a book around here was beyond Krauser, but she had found it. "Who's Leon?" she inquired several seconds later, a very delayed response as she had been attempting to finish up a paragraph she was in the middle of before placing a makeshift bookmark in the book and setting it off to the side.
"Leon is a little punk who thinks he can wipe out what's good for the world!" Krauser snarls, growing more vicious with the knife stabs and swings. At the very end the bag had sand pouring out of it and had even had half of it fall to the ground with a thump; the sound of it landing caused Werewolf to wince as she warily eyed the remains of the leather and the pile of sand and than eyeing Krauser, who still clutched his knife.
"I think you over killed the bag..." Werewolf pointed out slowly, as if unsure if the blond man would come after her with the knife or not... After an amused snort Krauser let out a genuine laugh at her uneasiness over his handiwork with the now useless punching bag.
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"Shit." Leon cursed turning away from the window in anger and disgust over the loud crash. He hoped those two policemen were alright, even if he didn't care for them personally. 'This guy wasn't a zombie but he's not acting sane, either... What's going on here?' he mentally inquired as he hurried up the steps to check out the top most window. Outside he saw three more of these villagers advancing in his direction, each of them wielding a farming tool menacingly.
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☣ BEWARE Zombies Ahead ☣ Jack Krauser
FanfictionA woman begins Resident Evil 4 and is quickly sucked into it before learning much of anything important. And what's this about a bet of her being able to survive it... or not...?
