Chapter 8 - Just A Pawn

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https://residentevil.fandom.com/wiki/Plaga

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Enjoy!!

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- 1 Week Later -

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Leon aims his gun and flashlight in the direction he hears the unmistakable sound of heels approaching inside the dark and cold cell rooms. The only source of light emanates from the tall, yet small barred windows.

"Who is that?!"  Leon yells, his voice demanding, tightening the grip of his gun. The mysterious figure gets closer and closer to him. Leon's heart is racing, and his whole body becomes tense.

"It's just me, so you can put that thing away,"  Α familiar voice echoes, its tone feminine and soothing. Ada's form appears from the shadows, gradually revealing herself to Leon. The tension in his body eases, and he slowly lowers his weapon, taking a step back, relieved to see her at least.

Ada's glare moved to the crime scene that occurred moments ago inside the specific cell, with Leon being the only witness.

"I don't even know what happened- It just...happened so quick." Leon stutters, trying to explain the situation while his eyes remain on her. Wordlessly, she leans against the railings, her gloved hands tracing the metal, and her gaze fixates on the gruesome aftermath. Seconds later, her eyes then meet Leon once again.

"I told you to get out of here." She mildly snaps at him. Her words sharp, with a hint of warning. "You wouldn't want to end up like Ben, would you?"

"You knew him?" Leon asks, letting his curiosity take the best of him.

"He was an informant," Ada sighs and folds her arms, letting her eyes return to the lifeless corpse. "Had information of use to my investigation."

"So what he said was true?" Leon asks her, seeking for answers. Ada does not lay a single glare at him, nor respond to his question. Instead, she shows her back and begins to walk towards the exit, conveying her answer in silence. Leon's frustration peaks at Ada's demeanor - her constant and enigmatic hints, and he hastens his steps to catch up with her.

"Hey, you can't keep walking away from me!" he shouts, reaching out to stop her, letting his hand grasp her arm. Ada's eyes dart downward, fixating on his touch, before she pushes it away with force. "I don't even know your name!" She does not say a word. She only gives him that cold and blunt gaze of hers. Leon lets out a single sigh. "I'm Leon Kennedy." He introduces himself, with a now much calmer tone in his voice.

Two seconds pass in silence. Ada's eyes narrow cautiously, taking a step closer to him. 

"Find a way out, Leon." She hisses. "Before it's too late...Then we'll talk." Ada turns around letting him face the back of her body once more. Her steps grow distant. "Name's Ada." She lastly announces, before disappearing from the point of view, leaving Leon alone once again.

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"I'm Leon Kennedy..." Leon murmurs to himself in a derisive tone, before taking a sip of his beer. His eyes are pinned on the bottle, refusing to take a look at his surroundings.

It is only two hours before noon. Leon is sitting on the stool as his upper body is leaning against the counter of the bar he chose for the day. The bartender and a few other folks, who are possibly still drunk from their previous night's revelry, were Leon's only company in the bar.

The bartender is wiping a glass with the napkin, letting his glances land on Leon now and then. As he takes another sip of his beer, the bartender decides to speak up and perhaps, be sarcastic. "Drinking beer to sober up from coffee?" He derides, with a hint of mockery as well.

Leon momentarily halted his movement, tilting his head slightly towards the bartender. He remains silent, before reaching the collar of his jacket, slowly pulling it to the side a bit, and revealing the concealed shoulder holster underneath. The bartender's smirk disappears and distances himself from Leon.

"Hmph..." Leon scoffs, taking one last sip, emptying the bottle. The following minutes pass in silence, having the young agent wander with his mind to the past once again. Suddenly, the moment his phone goes off, he is brought back to reality.

He pulls it out from his jacket to see Chris calling him. With a single swipe of his finger, he answers, "Yeah."

"Leon, we have arranged a meeting in a half hour. Think you can make it to the base?" Leon takes a hasty look at his watch.

"Okay. I'm on my way." He completes and ends the call, returning the phone to his jacket pocket. He sighs through his nose as he rose from the stool, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans to pull out his wallet. Leon looks at the bartender as he pulls out the money. His head lightly twitches, pulling another two dollars, and lays the money on the counter with a subdued thud.

"Here's a tip. For being a jokester." Leon retorts with sarcasm, before closing his wallet and placing it back in his back pocket. He turns around, and lifts his hand, extending two fingers in a gesture of farewell before he exits the bar.

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"Alright, Leon. Don't be late." Chris concludes before ending the call. Laying the phone aside, he lets out a deep sigh. 

Piers was on the other side of the room, discreetly observing the captain's restless movements as he shuffled through the papers in his hands. Not a minute later, he lays the documents on the table and decides to approach him.

"Everything okay, Captain?" Piers asks, resting his hands on his hips. Chris shakes his head, his mind cloudy with thoughts, avoiding eye contact with him.

"No." He admits, resting both of his hands against the backs of two chairs for support. "We've been assigned to this mission for almost a month now, and we're still in the dark. We do not have any intel. We don't know who is the survivor, the location of him and the suitcase, and most importantly.. if the first samples have been already used." Chris finishes, almost whispering the last sentence. He takes a step closer. "We need to find and destroy them before it's too late."

Piers crosses his arms, seeming to be as troubled. Chris was indeed right. This is Chris's first mission as a team leader of such small and picky team. The B.S.A.A is not allowed to intervene or else they will draw attention. Letting the enemies know is the last thing they would want. Caution is their top priority. 

"We will find a way, Captain. All we need is time. We're still waiting for the corpses from the island to be identified," Piers reassures, trying to offer a bit of hope. Chris shakes his head and scoffs at ally's words, as he makes his way towards the exit of the bunker. Piers follows closely behind the captain. "Once they are identified, we'll have a better idea of who the suspects might be-"

"Time is our greatest enemy, Piers." Chris interferes, raising his voice very lightly at him as he abruptly stops his walking. His gaze pierced onto Piers's "We have minimal time in our hands. We can't wait until the corpses are identified. We have to act. Now." Piers sighs and looks away for a few seconds. 

"And what do you suggest, then?" Piers asks, returning his gaze to him. Chris remains silent in response for a brief moment.

"I will share my thoughts with the team," Chris says, with a firm tone in his voice. "Let's go get Carlos."

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Tic, toc, tic, toc.

Heavy silence envelops the room, its oppressive weight only breaks by the occasional hushed voices murmuring about sinister plans. The office is heavily guarded, allowing entry only to those who are trustworthy. 

Yet, a feminine figure appears in the image, walking inside his office. Her eyes land on the man sitting on his chair with his back turned. As the sound of her approach reaches his ears, he swivels around and a gentle smirk appears on his face. 

"We finally meet." He greets her, rising from his seat. "Tell me...anything that I should know?" He asks resting his hands behind his back.

"He has fully turned." He nods at her announcement.

"And what about Kennedy?"

"No further information." She states firmly. He slowly turns around to face the window. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened.

"I need him. He will be one of my greatest weapons." Two seconds pass in silence.

"And what about-"

"They are nothing but pawns!" His voice drowns hers. His body faces her once more, taking a step closer to her. "Once I get rid of him, the suitcase will be mine, and the rest of them will be history."

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You were in the operating room, pacing back and forth, with your attention fully dedicated to the file documents Carlos gave you about the Plaga and everything you should know about it. As the team's doctor, it is quite your duty to be fully informed about this deadly parasite, by understanding its effects, symptoms, and all medical intel about the Plaga.

"Plagas are a genus of parasitic arthropods that belong to an unknown taxonomical order-" You read under your breath, teasing your bottom lip with your finger. "Plagas can influence their host's actions by latching onto the nervous system, taking control of and increasing aggression in human hosts dubbed, as well as forming a social cluster with other hosts. Unless the host's brain is destroyed, this influence is not total, allowing hosts to continue with their daily routines. All Plagas living in the 21st century are descendants of either of two species, one of which is artificial and was employed by the paramilitary cult-"

"Los Iluminados..." You think to yourself.

 "As part of its bioweapons project.." Your eyes lightly wide open at the end of the sentence. Jesus...Cults, Bioweapons, Ganados. You won't stop questioning what the hell is going on in the world. First week working here, and you are about to go insane already.

You take a deep breath, paging through to read further. Soon enough, a gentle knock is heard at your door, grasping your attention. A few seconds pass in silence and then, the door creak opens, revealing Luis making his entrance with a slow, charming walk and a mischievous smile.

You can't help but feel discomfort and awkwardness the moment you see him. Because you know he is clearly flirting with you, while you are not interested in him. So, it's best to play dumb in situations like this. "Hello, Luis. Can I help you with something?" You ask, offering a smile as you rest the files on the table. He doesn't reply. Instead, he begins to approach you. With measured movements, he stands right in front of you, delicately taking your hand in his.

"Mi hermosa dama," He begins, pressing your palm against his clothed chest. "Tus ojos son perlas, tus labios... seda... tu piel tierna y suave, anhelando el toque de un hombre. (Your eyes are pearls, your lips-..silk...your skin tender and soft, longing for the touch of a man,)" Luis speaks in almost whispers, giving a soft kiss to your hand, accompanied by one of his well-known charming gazes.

Your eyebrows twitch in confusion, not understanding a single word that just spilled from this man's lips. "Come again?" 

"Tu rostro es cautivador, tu presencia etérea, un sueño fugaz e inalcanzable. (Your face is captivating, your ethereal presence, a fleeting and unreachable dream.)" You nod your head lightly, pretending to understand when clearly, you are left completely clueless.

"Uhm...let me see..If I have some in the drawer-" You give a hesitant response. Luis chuckles at your answer, releasing your hand.

"Adorable," He finally utters something you actually seem to understand. "I am just saying how stunning you look, mi señorita," He takes a step closer. "Tell me, how about you leave your boyfriend for a dinner with me?" You give him an awkward chuckle. You almost forgot for a second that you told him you are supposedly taken. "Or are you that serious?" He continues to speak with a seductive tone in his voice.

"Yeah, we are. Two years now." You wish. In reality, your last relationship was in highschool, that couldn't even be considered an actual relationship because it only lasted five days.

Sad. Really. Sad.

Luis lifts an eyebrow and takes a gentle step back, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Well, you can't blame me for trying, can you?" He asks with a smirk curling up on his lips. "But who knows, maybe the more we work together, the bigger the possibilities for you to change your mind, eh?" This guy is a real-time charmer, isn't he?

But your mind is already busy enough thinking about the pretty blond boy with the Karen haircut. 

"Are you always this persistent?" You ask without any hint of irony, but genuinely curious.

"When it comes to women like you, I love taking my chances." His smirk grows a bit wider. "Are you also this persistent when it comes to rejecting?" You awkwardly swallow the remaining of your saliva by his question. Thankfully, at that moment, you hear the doors of the bunker closing, to soon enough reveal Leon approaching the main room. Your eyes lit up at his arrival, something that made Luis turn around as well.

"Oyeee, Panza!" Luis exclaims, walking outside of the operating room and making his way towards Leon, seeming to forget already the conversation you two just shared. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you follow him. Luis steps closer to Leon and the smell of alcohol enters his nose. "Oh! I smell beer. Had fun without me?" He greets him with a question, crossing his arms. You can't help but scan Leon's behavior. He looks extremely clouded, and his gaze seemed tired, possibly due to the influence of alcohol. It really makes you wonder,

Who the hell drinks alcohol in the morning?

"Just a bottle," Leon replies, taking off his jacket. You step closer, standing beside Luis and in front of Leon.

"Are you okay? Do you need- coffee? Or something to eat maybe?" You ask, genuinely concerned for his well-being. Leon lingers his gaze on you for a few seconds, editing your question.

"I'm good. Thanks." You nod at his answer, as a subtle sigh escapes from your lips. Patience. Small steps.

It doesn't take much longer for the doors of the bunker open once more. Claire, Carlos, Piers, and Chris enter, letting the team reunite for today. Chris takes a good look at his surroundings, looking to see if anyone's missing.

"Great. I see everyone is here." He speaks up, noticing Leon's arrival. "Take your seats." 

Everyone gathers up, taking their seats around the table. Chris is the only want to stand, and Piers is sitting right beside him. A few seconds pass in silence, with the members waiting for the leader to speak.

"I will not keep you for long," Chris starts, resting his fingers against the large wooden table. "As you all know, four days ago, the security team brought from the island, 158 corpses. 35 of them have been identified so far. 33 were Ganados and the other 2 police officers," He states strictly. All eyes are on the captain- well, almost everyone's. Your attention was drawn to someone else.

That someone else is Leon.

He is sitting beside Claire once again. His back is resting on the chair. His legs slightly apart and his arms crossed, while his tired and stern gaze is fixated on Chris. He was dressed in a grey top, black jeans, and his trusty brown holster hugging his back and the sides of his chest. His tight blouse emphasizes his muscular and shapely upper body, making him even more attractive in your eyes.

You need to find a way and get closer to Leon. It had been a whole week since you were announced as his partner, and your interactions with him are very short and- not very successful. 

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- 3 Days Ago -

Making your way outside the operating room, you're found to be holding some random papers in your hands. Your eyes find Leon sitting at the side of the table. He was cleaning his gun, seeming fully focused on the task as usual. Claire was talking with Carlos, Luis was missing, and Piers with Chris were above, at the B.S.A.A building. This is your perfect chance to get closer to him and find out if he's seeing someone.

You slowly approach him once again, determined to use the files you hold as an excuse to create an actual conversation with him. Who knows, maybe he will be more talkative this time.

You have no clue what these papers are about. You found them in the drawer of your desk, but since they were in the operating room, they must be something important.

"Hey, Leon." You greet him with a weak smile that tries its best to seem confident. He inhales deeply, lifting his gaze, to look at you.

"Hey. Everything okay?" He asks as he stands up and adjusts his gun back in his holster.

"Yeah. Sorry to disturb you," You say, raising your papers. "Chris asked me to give you these files." Leon's gaze locks onto the papers in your hands. He frowns slightly, showing confusion, as he slowly takes them from you.

"Why didn't he give them to me in the first place?" He questions.

"Oh- well..." Good question. Why the fuck he didn't give them to Leon already? "Well-  I was the only one here when he arrived at the time, and before he left, he just asked me to...give those papers to you when I see you."

Hopefully, it is a good excuse for Leon to believe.

He gives you a single nod and opens the files to examine them. His eyes are pinned on the what he is reading while you are standing right in front of him. Silence fills the air once again, catching yourself just...staring at him. Great. God, you need to step up. How tho-... Maybe you should just...ask him out already? Just for a 'friendly' casual drink.. and ask him if he's dating someone. Why beat around the bush?

This is the best you can do so far.

"So," you initiate awkwardly, sliding your extremely sweaty palms from the nervousness in the front pockets of your apron. "Uhm...S-so I was wondering, you know-...after work maybe we could...u-uh..go with- Claire and Carlos," you pause, looking at his brows furrow gradually. Probably not the greatest way to subtly ask him out, by including others, but..that counts too? "go for something chill to have our break, like-"

"Sex mastering? " You blink at Leon's sudden exclamation. His words instantly caught Carlos and Claire's attention.

You blink. Once. Twice. Brow shot up with your mind desperately trying to catch up to what it just heard. "Hm?" 

His confused gaze does not leave the paper, flipping through another one.

"15 tips to make your partner-" Leon's sentence is cut off as you quickly snatch the papers from his hands. What the hell did Chris supposedly give you?

"What the hell is this?" You question under your breath, flipping through the pages. 15 tips to make your partner-...oh god. Become a sex expert- Someone has printed sex tips from a magazine— why do you have that shit in your drawer in the operating room?

You lift your head to face Leon. He gives you a look that shows he is beyond confused...or surprised? You don't even know anymore. 

"I-..I must have- mixed up the papers," you stutter uncontrollably, hurriedly tidying them up. What you're saying out of panic only makes it worse. Leon remains deadpanned, but God knows what his mind is thinking right now. "I'll throw this thing in the trashcan!" You try to save it, even though, clearly embarrassed before you rush your way back inside the operating room.

"Hey, (y/n), no! I need that!" Carlos exclaims running after you.

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"—Hopefully by the end of the week, we will be able to identify the cult's members as well." Chris's voice echoes blurry, snapping you back to reality. Not a great time to recall this cringy incident. You really told Leon you mixed up the files. He definitely thinks you're a freak. "But most importantly, Saddler's body." You slowly sit up as you were submerged in your seat, trying to engage your attention back to the conversation.

"And what do you suggest we do in the meantime?" Carlos asks in fact a good question. "Because we also have 25 Plaga injections out there that can be anywhere in the world right now." Chris glares at Piers for a brief second, before looking back at the team.

"I know, and we will stay on guard. We will keep searching."

"We strongly believe, that the suitcase is located either in Spain, or the U.S." Piers chimes into the conversation, resting his hands on the table.

"That doesn't make it any better," Claire speaks up concerned. "Isn't there a way to expedite the results?" She asks, adjusting herself on her seat, trying to find a solution. Piers and Chris exchange troubled glances, feeling a bit pressured from the questions.

"Keep in mind we are running out of time, Chris." Leon interjects with a stern tone. "We can't allow the samples to be used. This is the main reason we started all of this."

"None of them will be used, Leon. But it is beyond our power to act further when we have minimal intel." Chris answers. "If it was in my hands, I would go right now and stop this madness myself. But we have no choice. We will wait until the results set in." 

Piers remains silent, lost in thought. Suddenly, an idea seems to strike him, but he decides to keep it to himself. "What I need from all of you is stay cautious, and be as discreet as possible. Remember, we are forbidden to draw any attention. No one can know about the team and our plans." The room falls silent. Luis beside two seats after you, watches the exchange carefully. Everyone then nods in agreement.

"That includes you too, (y/n)." Piers suddenly addresses you, waking you up from your thoughts. "You may be the doctor, but you have equal responsibility to not share any information about the mission, and protect it with your life. Can you do that at least?" He asks with a slight hint of irony in his words and voice. What's this guy's problem?

"Uh..yeah. Of course." You answer, trying to sound as friendly as possible. "You don't have to worry about it." 

"Good." Piers ends, resting his back against the back of the chair. "Because we will have to risk our lives for your safety since you are completely irrelevant with everything that has to do with self-defense." His comment hangs in the air, creating an awkward silence. You take a hasty look at Leon and Claire. Their eyes are on you for a few seconds.

"I repeat, Piers. (y/n)'s only job is to look after us." Chris intervenes, his annoyance heard in his voice. Piers gives a firm nod, before standing up.

"Fair well," Piers says, before making his way towards the exit. He turns one last time to look at the members of the team, before he leaves completely. You look at the floor, a bit embarrassed by Piers's confrontation. You could already tell that he can't really accept your presence, since you indeed can't hold a gun or a knife. However, it was Chris's decision to include you in the team, and Piers had to accept it, sooner or later.

Chris sighs, letting his head face the floor.

"Meeting is over. You can return to your posts." He announces, allowing you and the rest members of the team dissolve quietly.

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Leon and Luis remain seated while Carlos stands up, adjusting his vest. (y/n) adjusts her apron, directing herself back to the operating room intentionally avoiding eye contact with the members of the team. "Well then. That was something." Luis starts awkwardly, fixing his leather jacket.

"Was that comment really necessary?" Claire asks, a bit annoyed by Piers's attack. "What's his problem?" Her eyes are fixated on her brother. 

"He is just pressured, Claire. He doesn't want anyone to get hurt." Chris tries to excuse his actions. Claire sighs crossing her arms.

The room falls quiet once more. Leon remains silent, his eyes lingering on (y/n)'s figure as she enters the operating room. When she turns her body to close the door behind her, her gaze briefly meets his. Leon is caught off guard but maintains eye contact for a few seconds before she finally closes the door. The look in his eyes showed...empathy.

A first and unspoken connection that does not escape Claire's notice.

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"Somete a tu maestro. Yo soy tu Dios. (Submit to your master. I am your God.)" His whispers surround their heads. His voice is reverberating. "Corderos sacrificiales, no resistáis, el regalo perfecto de la Plaga. Perdonad a los pecadores. Bendecidlos con vuestros poderes.(Sacrificial lambs, do not resist, the perfect gift of the Plaga. Forgive the sinners. Bless them with your powers.)"

"You. Will. Submit."

22 syringes are left.

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The night has arrived. After another long day at that underground bunker, you finally return home. Your comfort zone. Your own bunker. Kicking off your shoes and tossing your purse on the floor, you drag yourself to the living room and collapse onto the couch, letting out a groan of exhaustion.

One hell of a week has passed since you started working as a personal doctor, and it feels like an eternity. You want to get the hell out of there. You have Luis all over you, clearly not taking the hint you are not interested in him, Piers thinks you are more than useless in the team and tries his best to convince Chris about it, and Leon- is nonchalant. The only ones that are the most cooperative so far are Claire of course and Carlos.

Regret begins to seep in once again for accepting this job. But you can't leave now. You already are involved enough in this story, and you have known the Redfields almost your entire life. Plus, it will only take a few months. Then you will be free. You will finally be able to return to your boring life...a life you actually preferred.

An unemployed, food lover loner, without a boyfriend, trying to become a pianist. How fun.

Speaking of food, you hear a small growl coming from your stomach. The day was so busy, you literally forgot to eat. You heave yourself up and start to direct your way to the kitchen. While entering, the doorbell rings. You sigh, making your way towards the door and look through the peephole. You frown in confusion before you open the door.

You see your mom standing in her forms, holding a plastic bag.

"Mom?" You ask, taken aback by her unexpected visit at such a late hour. "Is everything okay?" You step aside, letting her enter.

"I am fine, sweetie. Sorry if my sudden visit worried you." She greets you with guilt as she makes her way inside.

"No uh- it's good." Your eyes dart to the bag she was holding, trying to catch a glimpse of its contents, as you close the door behind you. 

"I made lasagna today," She says with a smile, raising the bag a bit. "I figured since you have been at work all day, you wouldn't have time to cook, so I brought you two pieces." Your mouth salivates the moment you hear that word. Lasagna. You are so hungry you could literally eat anything right now.

"You're a lifesaver." You exclaim, grabbing the bag from her, and eagerly pulling out the Tupperware. You and your mom make your way to the living room and you sit down, impatiently opening the lid. The aroma of the food violently enters your nostrils, causing your stomach to growl once more. "You didn't have to come all the way here for food, though. I was about to cook something quick." You say taking the fork in your hands, savoring that very first bite. 

The first bites are always pure heaven.

"Mm~" You moan, as the hot food melts in your mouth. The smile does not abandon your mom's face.

"Well, yeah-" She awkwardly chuckles, rubbing her palms together. "But- I-..I can't lie to you....your dad also sent me-" You stop chewing before she can even finish her sentence. She can clearly see the annoyance forming on your face. 

"I should have expected that." You scoff and let out an ironic chuckle.

"Try to understand him, he's been crazy worried for you."

"Really? What for?" You ask, almost irritated. "Wasn't he the one who arranged a meeting with Chris and me without asking me first?" 

"No, no. It's not that." She clarifies, sitting on the couch beside you. "He just wants to know how is your new job going so far. If you..enjoy it."

"Temporary job, you mean." You emphasize taking a large bite of your food. Your cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk gathering its nuts, making your mom's eyes wide open. 

"Jesus, (y/n). I hope you don't eat like that when you go on dates."

"Go on what?" You ask, your words dripping with sarcasm as you chew. Your mom rolls her eyes as gets comfortable on the couch. Once you swallow, you rest the tupperware on your lap. "Listen, mom. I don't know how many times I have to tell you and dad that I hate any job that has to do with medical care," You pause, taking another bite. "I want to work as a musician and dad does not support that. So no, I do not enjoy working there and never will. The only reason I accepted is because of Chris and Claire."

And Leon.

Your mom sighs, breaking eye contact. It is not an answer she didn't expect from you, though she was hoping to hear that you at least were settling well into your new workplace.

"So, what are you planning to do then?" Your mom asks, curious to know about your future plans. 

"Well..I was thinking-" you start, resting the fork inside the Tupperware. "Once Chris's mission is over, I will follow the job I want to do...I'll apply to conservatories." You break eye contact for a few seconds. "A great one that caught my eye...is in Sweden." 

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Chris found himself at a local bar, wanting to himself a drink, in order to seek a small escape from his responsibilities.

The glasses go down, and instead of relaxing, his unease only grows. Despite his efforts to reassure Leon and the rest of the team that the Plaga samples remained untouched, he can't shake the fear that one of the syringes might have already been used, after a month of their disappearance.

With that final thought, he chugs down the third glass of vodka, trying to get his mind off of this mission that tortures his mind.

"Give me another round." He requests the bartender, who is behind the counter, as he raises lightly his empty glass. He slams with a slight thud his glass against the wooden counter waiting for the refill. Suddenly, his phone starts to ring. He reaches for the phone in the pocket of his coat, to see an incoming call from Piers.

"What is it, Piers?" Chris answers, with a voice of tiredness.

"Captain I just got a call from the security team..." Piers starts, his voice under those words bringing concern that instantly snaps Chris back to full attention. A wave of worry washes over him. "The cult's bodies have been identified, but one is missing."

"...Whose?" Chris asks as his anxiousness peaks.

"Osmund Saddler's."

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I had to write this chapter twice..TWICE! So my apologies friends for taking long to post!

You have no clue what is coming to the following chapters. You really don't...mueeeeheheheheheh!

Leon seems to feel for our reader. I mean you can't blame him!

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Have a great and lovely day and ya betta eat fruits and drink water! Leon and I want our readers healthy! <3