Chapter 6 - Sinful Team

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"Sacrificial lamb. It is your time to receive...our most sacred body." The mysterious voice, speaks in a quiet, yet soothing tone, while he slowly opens the suitcase with the Plagas.

He caresses his fingertips against the metallic surface of the needle, before picking it carefully in his hands. With slow steps, he approaches his new 'alliance'.

"Come, child. Let your sins be cleansed." He whispers, before injecting the parasite into his very first victim after the outbreak on the island, who is currently unconscious.

24 syringes are now left.

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- 3 Days Later -

You tap your phone nervously in your palms, walking back and forth while you are waiting for Chris to arrive. You can't help but feel anxious, and curious. What could that job be, to require a doctor for the scenario 'just in case something bad happens'? Who are the people you are going to team with? What if this job can possibly endanger your life? So many questions are raining on your mind. 

You glance over at the time on your screen. It's almost three. In a few minutes, everything will be answered. Thing is, what will be your final answer?

Your phone suddenly goes off, grasping your attention instantly. The screen lights up to show Ava's contact calling you. You sigh in slight bother, since she's the last one you want to talk to right now, before picking up. 

"What is it, Ava?"

"(y/n), Aiden and I want to go out for dinner, and mom and dad can't keep Irene, because they are at work. Can you babysit for three hours at max?" You raise an eyebrow at her request.

"Wait. What about Aiden's parents?"

"They're on vacation to see Leena. They will be back next week." You sigh, rubbing your palm against your forehead. "Look I'm telling you it will be only for three hours-"

"Listen, Ava. I can't." You straight-up answer. You hear the surprised silence for a few seconds.

"-...But you're a day off today."

"And? Does that mean that I can't have any other plans?"

"No, because you never go out?" Her ironic question makes you roll your eyes.

"Ava, I can't babysit Irene, and that's final. I have a job interview in a bit. So I am sorry but...eat at home, I guess."

"What?...Job interview?...For what?"

Right before you could answer, the doorbell of your home goes off. It must be Chris... 

"Listen, they're here, so I gotta go."

"Wait, what job-"  before Ava can complete her question, you hang up the phone and toss it on the couch. You take a deep breath, feeling your heartbeat slowly increasing from the nervousness.

You make your way and stand right in front of the door, placing your hand slowly against the doorknob. You look at the wood for two seconds, before you whisper to yourself, "Here goes nothin'."

Opening the door, you see a tall muscular man, with brown hair, eyes, and a serious look on his face, but by the time he faces you, a very light smile is drawn on his lips. The more you scan his facial features, the more familiar he starts to get. It's indeed Chris Redfield standing right in front of you.

The man you're seeing right now is nothing close to what you remember from his teenage years. 

"(y/n) (l/n)?" he asks, taking in your appereance.

"It's me. Well and alive, Chris," you greet him, before stepping aside to let him walk in. You close the door behind him and turn around to see his eyes studying the area. "Come on in, take a seat." You walk right beside him and gesture for him to walk towards the living room. The two of you soon enter. He stands right in front of your couch, taking off his coat and lying to the side before he takes a seat. You follow him, by standing right across him.

"I apologize if I arrived a bit late."

"You are here, just in time. Don't worry about it." You rub your hands together a bit awkwardly. "Do you want something to eat? Or a drink maybe?" Chris shakes his head gently.

"No, I am good. Thank you, (y/n)." You take your seat right across him, and once again, inhale deeply. "You're all grown up," he observes. "If i'd see you outside on the street, I don't think I would recognize you."

"Well, process of life," you chuckle lightly. "It's been what? Eleven years?"

"Yeah. Eleven years," Chris softly echoes. "I uh..." he starts, supporting his elbows on his thighs, bringing his palms together. "I would first.. like to thank you. I know I already did when we talked on the phone, but I felt the need to do it in person too. Your willingness to help is something that means a lot to me," he expresses sincerely. However, your smile slowly fades away after he spat out the last sentence.

"..I am going to be completely honest with you, Chris. When my dad first told me about the job..I almost swore to him that I would not accept this. Nothing personal with you, of course." You try to explain, without wanting to make him feel bad. You follow with a sigh. "I just hated the fact that he tries to push me to a career I don't want to follow-.."

Chris nods, while maintaining his serious facade. However from the look in his eyes, he seemed to...empathize with you. "And...what made you change your mind?" he asks. You take a few seconds before you reply.

"I saw Claire at the hospital. The same day I called you to be exact. And seeing her- the memories, our childhood- just- made me change my mind I guess?"

"So, you're doing this for her?" He asks directly.

"I am doing this..for our past.." You reply, not seeming to deny it. His delicate smile returns after your honest answer.

"I guess I should be more than grateful, then." You feel an awkward guilt for being direct, but you felt that he had to know what you think about the whole situation.

"So..." You adjust yourself on the side of the couch, shaking off the current subject. "Let's get straight to the point. I am all ears. What is this...job I'll be assigned to?"

"Yeah, you are right." Chris upstraight. "What you have to do is simple, but it takes a big responsibility," he starts. "And trust. So I need to make sure that this conversation will only stay between the two of us," his voice takes a more straightforward yet demanding tone. You look at him and raise an eyebrow, slightly concerned about what you might hear next.

"I promise, Chris. Whatever we will talk about..will not leave this house," reassuring him, he slowly fixes his stance after your words. Your ease seems to let him open up a bit more.

"I serve as a Captain at the B.S.A.A. I was assigned to create a small undercover team in order to find and stop a survivor of a religious cult, who wants to spread one of a deadly parasite," Chris begins to explain; but spitting out the first sentences, was already enough for you to start panic..internally.

"A survivor of a cult-? A parasite?" you question slowly, trying to grasp everything that you just heard. Realizing that Chris is serious about his words, the first doubts start to cover your mind. "And- what do I have to do with this?"

"As I mentioned earlier, your task will be one thing: take care of me and my people, and treat us in case something happens. Instant medical care is a must for my team." You lightly shake your head, standing up from your seat. You feel uneasy at the thought of getting yourself in a pretty messed up situation. You feel that- accepting a job like that can lead you to a dirty path.

"No, no, no..." you breathe out murmuring. Chris narrows his eyebrows in confusion, before following your action, standing up as well. "What if any of you get that parasite? What if I get killed by that survivor-? O-Or what if I get that parasite-"

"Nothing like that can happen to you, (y/n)." Chris puts a pause on your small explosion of paranoia. "My team will watch after you. You will not be in any danger. I guarantee you that."

"How can I trust your words, Chris? How can you predict what will happen? You can't be sure about anyone's actions. Everyone can be unpredictable-" a five-second silence follows, making Chris seem skeptical.

"What if I take you to my base right now? Meet my team, and see yourself if they are people you can feel safe with." He takes a step closer to you."Will that ease your fear?" His suggestion seemed to be the only thing that sounded a bit comforting.

You stand quiet for a bit, actually contemplating his suggestion. Maybe meeting his colleagues will actually make you see things differently. Plus, you will only look after them...

"Sounds..like a plan," you finally speak up. "Okay then. Let's go."

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The whole room is silent. The windows are closed and the curtains are covering the light. The place is almost pitch black. The lamb to the corner of the office is the only source of light.

Tic, toc, tic, toc..

He taps his fingers against the table, the only sound that can be heard is the clock ticking. Until the phone rings, disrupting the peace. He slowly lays his palm against the phone. A second pass, and picks it up. Silence overpowers for a few seconds, before his voice echoes once again. "Tell me."

"It is done. He has been injected."

"Good. We both know who is next." He speaks a bit quietly, yet confidently with his deep voice. A pause arises in the middle of the phone call, before the announcement.

"...Leon S. Kennedy." A knock suddenly comes on his door. He leisurely hangs up the phone and fixes his suit, before adjusting himself on the chair. The doors of his office open, and steps are approaching his desk. He smirks the moment he sees his ally.

"I'm glad you made it," He pauses, pointing with his hand for his ally to sit. He seems to follow up. "Now...Tell me, everything."

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The whole ride was in silence. After all the things Chris told you about the job you are probably not accepting, after all, made your stomach twist. How could there be such things going on under people's noses? Your mind just couldn't comprehend this. A survivor of some weird religious cult wanting to spread a parasite? A freaking parasite? It all sounded like a goddamn action movie.

It did not take long enough to fall out from your cloudy thoughts once Chris stopped the vehicle, pulling over. You turn your gaze to his side, to see a gigantic building almost fifty meters away. You have arrived..

"So...we are here.." You murmur, swallowing almost nervously the rest of your saliva. Chris nods, turning his glare at you.

"Welcome to Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, (y/n)," He says with a subtle smile. "Come on, let's get to my base." Chris makes his way, and gets outside of his car. Doing the exact same, you begin to follow his path, by walking right beside him and only a few inches behind him.

The moment you got inside the building you saw people with special uniforms, security, armed men, and much more roaming the hallways of the B.S.A.A. It is not a dream. You are not hallucinating. What you see...is real. Something that makes your anxiety peak. In what mess you are getting yourself into?

You and Chris take the elevator once you reach the end of the hallway. Its path starts to lead you to a destination that is underneath the ground of the earth. The more you are seeing, the more you change your mind about your answer, who maybe..should have thought about it more before accepting.

Chris notices the sudden change in your attitude by your body language, and decides to ask, "Everything good?"

You nod, trying to desperately hide your dread about this environment. Chris does not seem convinced with your answer and decides to comfort you.

"As long as you are under my watch, you have nothing to be afraid of." He soothes you with a mellow tone in his voice. His words made you feel- a bit better; but it's still- not enough. As soon as the doors of the elevator open, you see a hallway, covered in white icy colors, and a grey parquet floor. Your eyes soon meet the end of the cold hallway a big silver and thick metallic door. Chris leads the way and gestures with his hand for you to keep up. Being doubtful..you still decide to follow.

The steps to the door are getting closer. Your heart is about to burst out of your chest, and you feel like throwing up from the anxiousness. No matter his comfort, you couldn't take it anymore. You need to tell him the truth. You need to tell Chris you don't want to do this.

Standing now right in front of the entrance, Chris places his palm on the scanner beside the door. At that moment, you shake your head, determined to tell him you do not wish to participate in this. You take a deep breath to begin,

"Chris, I want to tell you something-" You breathe quickly, but your words get interrupted by the doors opening. You turn your gaze, and the first thing you face is two men standing a few meters away from you discussing over the table, and a girl that seems to be- Claire?

You quickly become the center of attention, once they turn around to watch who is disturbing their work. The two men glare back at you, and they definitely seem to be alerted of your presence. Meanwhile, a hospitable and exciting smile appears on Claire's face. From the way she was just standing and not walking up to you, it seems that she already knew about your arrival.

Chris makes his way deeper inside, and you proceed to follow his movement.

"Who's this?" The first question pops up from one of the men, turning their bodies to face you and Redfield, letting the soldier's eyes scan your physique.

"Your query will be answered just in a bit, Carlos." Chris responds, letting his eyes examine the room. He raises his eyebrow in wonder, noticing that the whole group is not present. "Where are the others?"

"Luis just left to get cigarettes." The other guy answers, walking beside the man named Carlos. "Leon must be here in a few minutes." Leon? Leon who? That sentence, that name-...you try to drown your stunner after hearing the specific word.

"Leon-?" You think to yourself. It can't be the Leon you think of...right? RIGHT?! There's no way. It must be a pure coincidence. It must be. Unless someone is fucking with you right now.

"I'm here." You suddenly hear a voice from behind you, right at the entrance of the bunker. To your huge and unexpected surprise, you and Chris turn around to see him. Leon Scott Kennedy, wearing a black tight shirt, highlighting his muscular toned body, while wearing a brown shoulder holster. For bottoms, he was wearing black jeans.

The moment your eyes face his presence, you feel the blood abandoning your brain. You feel your legs going weak. Your calm breathing is your only friend who will help you get yourself together at the moment.

"Leon. Just in time." Chris greets him, while you two watch him, making his way beside Claire. His eyes soon get pinned on your presence, and surprisingly, he does not seem to be phased at all by finding you here.

At this point, you felt that meeting him so frequently was no longer a coincidence; and by the looks of it, God enjoys messing with you.

You stand awkwardly with your hands hugging your lower back, deciding to stay silent. Pretending you are not phased too is the only thing you can do to show how 'cool' you are about the whole situation. Even though internally you were screaming.

You watch Chris placing his hand right behind your shoulder, pulling you gently in front of him, while still standing beside him.

"Well then-..While waiting for Luis, I would like to introduce you to (y/n) (l/n). Our personal doctor, and hopefully the final member of our team." He announces. Watching your team as Chris introduced you, they all appear so..unwelcoming with the look on their face. Only Claire seemed to actually be- expressive? Happy to have you here? But as it looks like, they just seem serious business. They do not fuck around.

You shake your hand, wiping away your thoughts, and greet yourself with a firm and awkward nod. You couldn't really say anything to this point.

"(y/n), let me now introduce you to my team." Chris begins before pointing with his hand to one of his men. A young guy, with beautiful facial features, brown hair, and green eyes. Yet those are definitely war eyes. "This is Piers Nivans. One of my best operators. My right hand, and also a B.S.A.A soldier." He pauses. Piers stays silent as his glare is right pinned at you. He does not greet you, just stand right there. He then points at the other man, whose face seemed..let's say more welcoming, as he drops you a wimpy smile. Black stirred hair, tall, muscular too, with light yet beautiful brown skin.

"This is Carlos Oliveira. Was working as a mercenary for the U.B.C.S. After a specific incident, he worked with S.T.A.R.S for some time. After that, he went solo, till this day." He states. Carlos greets you with a nod. You listen carefully, before Chris's hand then moves to Claire. "Next up-..I believe you know Claire." He lightly jokes, making you chuckle.

"I have an idea." You reply.

And just then, your eyes finally land on the man you were interested the most in learning about. Leon.

"And last but surely not least...Leon Kennedy." Leon's blue icy eyes lift up to get locked on yours from the time Chris declares his name. His eyes are so beautiful, yet so cruel. The more you look into his pale, tiring glare, the more you are convinced that this man has been through a lot. "Started as a rookie cop at the Raccoon Police Department, but only for a day. After the outbreak at Raccoon City, his career took a hard turn, leading him to become America's finest top-secret government agent, just six years later. He managed to save the President's daughter, Ashley Graham, from the cult I talked to you about earlier." Chris finishes, enough for you to be left in shock. And you wondered how he managed to save you that easily from that creep that was following you home, weeks ago.

Leon's eyes roam all over your figure curiously, before looking back at you, giving you a light lopsided smile. Does he remember you? Or not?

"So (y/n), what do you say? Do you think my men are capable enough to protect you?" Chris asks, eyes moving back to the members. You smile as you turn your gaze at him. You can't hide it from yourself, but by the time you saw Leon in this place, your answer changed immediately. Taking a few seconds, you finally give him your final answer.

"Yes." A soft smile curls onto Chris' lips, eased to hear your acceptance.

Hopefully, accepting to join this team won't be something you regret...

"Well then. Welcome to Sinfuls, (y/n)." He officially announces. You lour your eyebrows in pure confusion.

Sinfuls? What the hell is even that?

"Sinfuls? What is that?" you ask, following Chris towards the table. The others follow suit in order to settle down.

"It's the name of our team," Claire speaks up as she walks beside you, answering for Chris instead. "It was my idea."

"You are named- Sinfuls?" You look for a bit at the rest of them. "Why?"

"Because Los Iluminados believe the people without the Plaga are not pure," Carlos adds. Los Iluminados must be the name of the cult they are after. "And since we try to stop it, we are supposedly sinners." He lightly smirks at the end of the sentence. Smart. You tilt your head impressed.

"We will give you all the information you'll need, and answer all the questions you might have." Chris says, before turning to the rest of the team. "Come on, we have work to do," he gestures to everyone to sit down at the table. Piers starts, taking his seat beside Chris and across from you with Carlos. You on the other hand, slowly take your seat beside Claire on her right. On her left, Leon sits down. That's when the question starts to torture you once again. Are these two a thing? Are they...dating? They seem...extremely close.

"Before we start, I need to ask (y/n) something," Piers speaks up, grabbing your attention. His arms are resting on the large table, and his fingers are intertwined. "What's your relationship with guns? Can you hold one? Can you shoot?" His questions then get persistent. "Can you defend yourself in case none of us will be around?" A gun?...What do you answer now?

You sit silently for a few seconds. Chris decides to respond for you. "(y/n)'s job is not to hold a gun or fight an enemy, Piers. Her job is only to give us medical care." He speaks quite irritated since he already had announced what your role will be in this team. Piers decides to back up from the conversation, by resting his back against the chair, before the conversation gets tense. 

Chris takes a deep breath, before speaking once more. "Let's get started-"

"Without me?" A familiar voice says from the entrance of the bunker, grabbing everyone, including your attention. Turning around you see someone you never ever expected to see. The man that hit on you a few weeks back at the hospital.

"I'm back with the cigarettes." He greets everyone with a smirk, showing off his lighter.

"Luis, you're here." Chris stands up once more, before letting his eyes point at you. "(y/n), this is Luis Serra. An excellent biologist, and the last member of our team." The moment Luis sees you, the smirk wipes off his face, being replaced with a pleasant surprise. You turn around and slowly stand up, to give your hand awkwardly to Luis. Slight embarrassment takes over you, recalling the incident at the hospital, and his terrible way of flirting. Instead of shaking your hand, Luis slowly lifts up gently, bringing it closer to his face.

"Mi hermosa la señora.." He greets you with a gentle kiss on the hand. His voice sounded soothing, in a seductive tone. "Our paths finally meet again." He lifts his eyes to face you.

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Leon narrows his eyebrows in pure confusion, once Luis spits out the final sentence. How the hell does Luis know (y/n)? And as it seems like, most of the members of the team are also surprised.

"Do you know her?" Carlos asks, resting his arm on the armchair.

"Of course," He pauses, letting (y/n)'s hand go softly. "It's the woman that stitched me up weeks ago." At that moment, Leon remembers the discussion he shared with Luis, when they reunited back at the bar..

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- Flashback -

"I started by saying to her: You have some really soft hands, eh. I don't feel a thing. She answers: it's the anesthesia. Her voice angelic, her touch magical, but I see she doesn't get my flirting, so I push it further: You underestimate the power of your fingers, I can help you with that-" he drinks up his beer, asking for another one, by pointing at the bottle to the bartender. "And she still doesn't get the hint, because she was concentrated on my back. So-"

"You left her to do her job?" Leon asks. Luis chuckles.

"No, senõr, but kept dropping hints. But she did not get them, so I got straight to the point. I said: How about I take you out to dinner, as a thank you for taking care of me?" Luis's smile disappears as a melancholic sigh escapes his mouth. "She said she has a boyfriend."

"You got the bad ending, I see." Leon completes.

"Si, amigo. Si. Women like her are always taken from some cruel mierdas."

- End Of Flashback -

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Leon rests his elbow on the armchair, his chin relaxing on his knuckles as he locks his eyes on her figure. Curious...and concerned.

"Well, guess we will get along pretty then," Carlos says in a bit of a cheering tone. Luis smirks lightly at his comment, before glaring back at (y/n).

"Come on Luis, take a seat. We were just about to get started. Go into detail about our mission." Chris speaks up, letting Luis catch up with the others. Everyone takes their seats and Luis's eyes do not abandon (y/n)'s figure. It is time to begin.

"Welcome to Sinful, Senorita."

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