Chapter 9 - Jealous?

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"You have got to be kidding me." Leon scoffs. The disbelief obvious in his voice, from what he, you, and the rest of the team just heard.

"What?!" Claire exclaims at the same time, in shock after Chris's announcement.

 "I, myself, made sure the bastard was dead, and you're telling me that Saddler actually survived?" He hisses, pointing a finger at himself.

"They are only assumptions. We are not sure yet, Leon." Chris intervenes, appearing to be equally as frustrated as him. Leon breaks eye contact, resting his back against the chair.

The atmosphere in the bunker today seems to be heavy. The sense of worry surrounds every member of the team. Apparently, Chris had received a phone call from Piers last night, revealing that almost all the corpses from the cult had been identified except their leader's, something that Leon found hard to believe since he was the one who had supposedly killed Saddler. "We want to believe that he didn't make it out. But we have to send the security team back to the island for further investigation, and hopefully, they will retrieve the rest of the corpses, including Saddler's."

"Oy joder.." Luis murmurs to himself, shaking his head in slight disbelief as he adjusts himself on the chair.

"But if he is alive, then- he must be the one who has the suitcase, right?" Carlos's conclusion fills the room with silence for a brief moment.

"That's the most likely scenario, yes," Chris sighs, resting his palms against the large white table. Carlos nods, leaning back in his chair. You move your upper body forward slightly, observing everyone's expressions. They were all quiet, but their faces surely were speaking volumes. Leon appeared to be the most frustrated out of all, tapping his leg anxiously, as his chin was resting on his fist, lost in thought.

"Well, at least we will know who we are after-"

"Only if we discover that Saddler is indeed alive. Let's not jump to quick conclusions." Piers interjects into the conversation, his words drowning out Carlos's voice. He then tilts his head to the side, looking back at Chris, as his arms are crossed. "Captain, when do we send the team?"

"Today. We have already wasted too much time," Chris declares, before refocusing his attention back on the team. "The meeting is over. We will stay in touch if anything happens."

"I need a drink." Leon almost whispers. His anger visible. Standing up from his seat, he grabs the jacket from his chair, and almost storms towards the exit of the bunker, leaving behind a trail of heavy and quick footsteps. You can't help, but let the curiosity consume you, watching his behavior. Is he really going to drink alcohol at this time again? What's up with this dude's obsession with alcohol?

"Luis, what I will need from you is exam the blood samples from the cults' bodies,"

"Alright, señor. I'll head up to the B.S.A.A base to get the samples and from there I will go to my laboratory." Chris and Luis's voices reverberate fadely in the background, as your attention is only focused on Leon. You watch him as the doors behind him close. His frustration at the possibility of Saddler actually surviving the outbreak is more than evident, and from that reaction, god knows what the hell he has been through in that village.

Suddenly, a gentle touch against your shoulder grasps your thoughts away from Leon. You quickly turn around to see Claire standing right in front of you. "Everything okay?" She asks with a weak smile.

"Uh Yeah," You shake your head, adjusting your head to reality. "Yeah, just- getting lost in thought." Claire nods, not taking it further to ask you more about it.

"I see..well- what a day huh?" She remarks, crossing her arms. "You already dive in deep waters."

You playfully scoff, "Tell me about it. I think I am ready for it though." You say with confidence big words. In reality...you are not ready for anything that will lay ahead.

"Claire, come here for a sec!" Carlos calls out to Claire from the distance. She nods at him and looks back at you.

"We'll talk in a bit, okay?" You nod back with a smile and Claire rubs your arm gently, before walking towards Carlos. You inhale deeply turning your body around. As you are about to head back to the operating room, you hear Chris calling out for you next.

"(y/n)," His voice stops your walking. You turn around to see him approaching you. "There is a possibility that I will need your assistance with the bodies. Is that okay with you?" 

The bodies of the village..?...Yuck...

"Of course, Chris. I will try my best to help in any way I can." Relief washes over his face after he heard your response. Truth to be told though, dealing with corpses was never your thing. You always shudder at the thought of having to stitch or cut open someone that is no longer alive. One time, you have actually done that was when you were 19 after a patient died on the operating table. That had been your first and only encounter with handling a deceased human, an experience that still haunts you.

One of the thousand reasons why you never wanted to follow in your parents' footsteps in the medical field.

However, it is your duty to help Chris and the team in any way possible now. Plus, you want to prove your worth to Piers. After the way he cornered you yesterday in front of everyone, which was completely unnecessary, you set the priority to show him you are actually as important to the team and what you do is just as difficult.

"Thank you. I am glad I can count on you," Chris speaks up, expressing his appreciation. Something that makes you maintain your smile. Chris's support this whole time is surely something to make you feel grateful, and boost your confidence a bit watching him trust you. "If anything, I will call you." You give him a firm nod.

"Okay. Got it." Chris returns one last smile, before returning to the table. 

You finally then enter your way back to your operating room and sit down at your desk.

A half-hour passes, having you looking at the wall of the room. The sound of chatter emanates from the main room, but you can barely keep up with what they are talking about, since your mind is surrounded by everything that is going on in your life right now.

The team, that Plaga parasite in the suitcase, your parents, Leon, your job, the conservatory you want to work at in Sweden...Sadie-..

Sadie. It's been close to a month after your fight with her and she did not bother to reach out to you this whole time. What kind of a best friend is she?.. And you miss her, despite the pain she caused you with her mean words. You really do, because you have been inseparable all those years. All of that, for nothing?

You won't do her the favor and call her first. She insulted you. She made you feel bad about the way you live your life. If she decides to not reach out, you will keep on with your life..without her.

It is a tough and heartbreaking decision you have to make. For your own good.

Sighing, you bring yourself back to the present, sitting up in your chair.

"(y/n)?" a voice suddenly calls out. Lifting your head, you see Claire entering the operating room. You smile at her before you stand up from your chair. 

"Hey, Claire. What is it?" The moment you ask that question, you can notice her hesitancy to speak, but she decides to ask nonetheless.

"Could I ask for a small favor?"

"If it's something I can help with, of course."

"There is a café-bar outside the city. Wiskay. It's a ten-minute drive from here. Could you maybe buy me a coffee? I really can't go because Piers needs me with something. I will give you my car keys, of course, so you won't have to go by walking!" Claire suggests, her words dripping with a hint of guilt. Truth is, you also desired a drink and perhaps something to eat. So maybe this is your perfect chance to take a small break from this whole mess.

"Sure!" you exclaim, not wanting Claire to feel burdened by her request. "But I would like to go on foot..I really need to clear up my mind. If you're not in a rush with your coffee of course."

"No, no! I have time, don't worry." Claire reassures you, as a wide smile spreads across her face. "Thank you so much." 

"No problem at all. Just tell me where it is exactly."

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The doors swing open by the guards, allowing the ally to enter the dark and sinister room. Each step he takes brings him closer to the boss, the air thick with tension and foreboding.

"The security team of the B.S.A.A has confirmed their scheduled visit to the island today. They will be in search of Osmund Saddler's body." He announces, his hands resting on his belt.

"Great. What about the Sinfuls?" The room falls into silence as no one could provide an answer. "Well then...Let us help them a bit, shall we?" The boss stands up from his seat, resting his hand against his stomach. With the other hand, he opens the drawer of his desk, and pulls out an envelope, handing it to his ally. "You know where you are going to leave that to,"

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You push open the entrance doors of Wiskay, the nearby cafeteria-bar Claire had recommended. The place was alive with activity—people chatting, drinking, laughing, talking on the phone, and enjoying their meals. It was a vibrant scene that brought a sense of life to the surroundings.

Taking a moment to scan your surroundings, you make your way towards the counter where customers placed their orders. As you stand there, and look at the menu board above you begin to contemplate if you should actually grab something for yourself to eat as well, because it looks like, your duty at the bunker today will be busy. Before you could even make up your mind and decide what you want, it was your turn.

Placing your order and paying the cashier, you move aside, allowing the remaining customers to place their own orders. You stand to the side, and you observe as your cold drinks and food were prepared.  You then take a hasty look around the place, noticing the decor, the walls—  but it doesn't take much until your gaze softens, once you notice... him.

Leon. Sitting alone at the corner of the bar counter, drinking once again. One thing you seem to learn about him so far is that alcohol is his choice of solace.

Your eyes focus on his figure as he sat there, his head resting on his palm, his gaze fixed on his glass. He appears skeptical, tortured by thoughts that likely revolve around the cult leader. Alcohol doesn't seem to be helping his situation.

You stand in thought for a bit, not sure if you should go up to him, or leave him alone since he had subtly given you the 'cold shoulder' by the time you got here, and by the looks of it, he seems that he wants to be alone. Yet, you want to make sure he is okay at least. After all, he is your partner. It is your job to care for his well-being.

Slowly, you leave your spot and direct your way to the lonely counter Leon is sitting at. The nervousness peaks its climax as you get closer to him. You like this guy, so it's more than normal to feel this way. Yet, he appears to be so lost in thought, oblivious to your presence.

"Leon?" You gently call out to him from the side, trying not to startle him. He turns his gaze toward you for a few seconds. "Hi," You greet him with a warm smile, clutching your jacket gently. He glances at you briefly from the corner of his eye.

"Hey." He responds with a stern greeting before returning his attention to the counter.

"You okay?" you ask, a bit concerned. He scoffs lightly with a small sarcastic smirk forming on his lips.

"Well, could've been better."

"Is it because of earlier?" Leon places slowly the glass on the counter, staying quiet for a few seconds. It seems that this question of yours is not something he wanted to discuss at the moment, and rightfully so.

"If you don't mind, I'm not in the mood to talk about it right now."

You quickly nod. "Of course! I understand." You clear your throat, adjusting your jacket against your lower stomach. "Anyways uhm. I am gonna go then..wait for my order..." He doesn't reply. "Or I could use...your company while I wait— only if you want to!" He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, indicating that it is up to you. Taking a deep breath, you make the decision and sit beside him on the stool. Seeing him alone like this, drowning his problems with alcohol, made you feel a pang of sympathy.

Trying to find a way to empathize with him, since this day is not treating him well, you find your eyes instead linger on his muscular physique, being hidden under his jacket. His dirty blond fringe rested on the side of his face as always, and his hardened gaze remained fixated on his glass, lost in his thoughts. He is mysteriously handsome, and it was hard not to be captivated by him.

"Is there something on my face?" He asks, breaking the awkward silence and turning it into an awkward conversation as he takes another sip of his drink. Your head snaps at his question, shaking off your thoughts.

"What?" You ask, a frown of confusion drawn on your face.

"I feel your eyes pinned on me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just- lost in thought, and my gaze happened to freeze on you." You try to explain as you feel the embarrassment rushing in you. Once again, silence envelops the air. At this point, he could win an award for being the most uncommunicative person on earth.

You clear your throat and rest your elbow on the counter, trying to think of a topic to discuss to avoid his blunt comment and this awful silence. "So... how's your stitch?" You inquire, catching Leon's attention.

"What stitch?"

"The one on your thigh..remember- when you came to the hospital like two weeks ago..and I took care of--" He nods, once he remembers.

"Right. Well, It healed. Long time now."

"Ah..nice...I'm glad." You reply with a weak smile. Glancing behind you at the counter where you placed the order, you notice Leon's attention returning to his drink. He lifts with three fingers, wrapping them around the thick glass, and takes another sip of his whiskey. The next seconds proceed to follow in silence. How surprising...

"What are you drinking?"

"Whiskey," he pauses, looking at you and raising his glass a bit. "Want a sip?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks tho."

"Well then," Leon murmurs, taking one more sip. Once again, silence descended upon you. The only sounds were the conversations in the background, clinking glasses, and '90s music playing softly. Small talks are the worst...and since Leon doesn't seem to be in the mood to actually talk, you decide to match his current energy. There is no need to pressure him or yourself to maintain a conversation, so you choose to wait for your order in silence. Occasionally though, you would steal quick glances at him, making sure not to get caught this time. Surprisingly enough, almost a minute later, he actually speaks up, 

"You know, about what happened yesterday with Piers," He begins, taking a brief pause. "Don't let his words distract you. We might only work together for a really short time, but I remember how you treated my wound back at the hospital and how you took care of Carlos's cut. It showed that you are really skilled at what you do."

A wide smile spreads across your face at his words, as if he had confessed his feelings to you or something. "Thanks. I'm glad I've earned your trust." His lips curl up sarcastically, turning his head to face you.

"Just because I admire your work, doesn't mean I trust you. Don't mix it up," Leon responds, almost defensively. This dude always has an answer for everything...

"Fair well.." You reply quietly, gazing at the wooden surface of the counter. You really begin to wonder why are you drawn to him, when he is being so cold and distant, especially when you try to be as friendly as you can towards him. He acts like you killed his family. On the other hand, you don't know the reason behind him being so guarded. What traumas he has faced as an ex-cop and now as an agent. So can you really blame him at this point?

And this is what you try to do. Know him better, perhaps even help him open up a bit. But he doesn't help you at all. Maybe you are expecting too much...hoping that you could be the one to break through his defenses, make him open up, and all those cringy shenanigans. 

This isn't one of those romance novels you read. This is reality...and sometimes it sucks. Especially when you know that most possibly you can't help a guy like Leon.

Though let's be honest...his protectiveness toward you when that creep almost attacked you that night, combined with his stunning looks and your high standards, makes it extremely difficult to kill your interest in him.

The time passes and soon enough the cashier calls out, announcing that your order is ready. You adjust your jacket and purse on your shoulders, ready to leave. You give one last glance at Leon before standing up.

"Wait, I'll come with you," he unexpectedly says, freezing your movement. He rises from the stool, pulls out his wallet, and tosses a few bucks on the counter to pay for his drink. You stay silent, waiting for him to grab his belongings. He then motions with his head for you to walk toward the cashier. The moment you reach the counter, Leon offers to help by taking the bag with the food in his hands, leaving you to carry the lighter bag with the drinks.

Well...that was an unexpected move.

Keeping on his stern gaze, he leads the way towards the exit of the café, and from there, his way to his car.

This is going to be an awkward ride...

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Vector enters his office, carefully hanging his coat on the hanger. His mind is troubled by the conversation Vera shared with their daughter. (y/n) will leave for Sweden once the job with Redfield is over. Why? She can't leave. The hospital will need her.

It seems naive to him that she still clung to her dream of becoming a musician, even after knowing the struggles and financial instability that will be after her. He can't bear the thought of her living with her parents at the age of 40, dependent on others for support.

He shakes his thoughts away, sitting down and leaning back on his chair. All he wants is for both of his daughters to be happy and financially independent. He doesn't want them to rely on their partners or husbands. Ava so far has been able to find that stability by having a child, a job, her own money, and a supportive and loving husband ...but what about (y/n)? What about her? She is only 23, but still acts like a child...

There must be a way to convince her, and make her see her life more logically. 

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"You don't mind, following the security team?"

"Of course not," Claire reassures Piers. "We will have immediate contact. I will keep you informed about everything."

"Great," He sighs. "Then, all we have to do is wait for the Captain to announce the time." Claire and Piers seem to be the only ones left in the bunker for the past hour. Chris was at the headquarters, Leon and (y/n) at the bar, Carlos to check the security team's vehicle, and Luis at his laboratory.  Almost everything is set. The team can finally begin with their mission, once they are certain that Saddler is indeed alive. If he is, he will undoubtedly be the one carrying the suitcase with the Plaga samples, providing them with a clear target.

Soon enough Chris enters with Carlos the Sinfuls' base, grabbing instantly their attention. "Piers, Claire," Chris exclaims as he approaches them. "The choppers will leave for the island at 3 sharp. So best is if you start to prepare in an hour or two."

"Okay," Claire nods, ready to take on the upcoming mission.

"Piers, you will have to join them," Piers frowns confused at what he just heard.

"And what about the search for the location?"

"Carlos will take your place," Chris announces, and Carlos gives a firm nod, remaining silent. "Luis is at the laboratory, examining the blood samples of the cults' bodies. He wants to see if the Plaga remains active in the decomposing flesh, and Leon will help Carlos with the search."

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The doors of the elevator open and you with Leon begin to direct your way to the bunker.

The ten-minute drive back from the bar had been filled with an uncomfortable silence the whole time. You desperately tried to engage in conversation or in small talk to soothe the awkwardness, since you, yourself hate when someone brings this awkward silence by not being talkative at all. It just makes things...embarrassing. However, Leon seemed distracted by thoughts of the case with Saddler, causing the tension to linger.

Leon places his palm against the scanner beside the door, which promptly opens. You both make your way inside and you see Chris, Piers, Carlos, and Claire gathered in the main room. Claire's attention immediately shifted to you.

"You guys are back." Claire greets you warmly, walking up to you to take the bag with the coffee from your hands. 

"Yeah, we met at the cafe." You explain. Claire nods, not seeming to be phased. It was as if she had already known about Leon going there.

"Really? That's good then,"

"You could have called me instead to bring you what you wanted," Leon speaks up, resting the bag with the food on the table, "You didn't have to send (y/n) all the way there."

"Well, you seemed really frustrated about the whole situation with Saddler and I believed that you needed some time to relax. I didn't want to bother you." Claire says and...she places her hand gently against Leon's arm. A smile escapes both their lips as their eyes locked on each other, while you are standing there...lost.

The way Leon and Claire interact, talking and being physically so close to each other, stirs a strange mix of emotions within you. Your chest tightening..and a wave of jealousy is electrocuting your body every time you see them like this, and that's not the only reason. You get jealous because Leon doesn't give that attention to you. Of course, Claire and Leon have known each other much longer than he knows you but still- you can't help but let that feeling take the best of you. You- really yearned to be in her position right now.

Wait-..God...what if Leon and Claire are...actually a thing? You should have asked Claire that question back at the hospital. Or... worse- what if Claire has feelings for Leon too but didn't confess to him yet? If you ask her now, maybe she will figure that you like him. And what if she knows? Things between you two will become weird and she will reveal everything to Leon and he will reject you and everything will become awkward and-

And, and, and, and- Okay. Enough with the overthinking. Breathe.

"Plus, (y/n) could be too shy to ask you to buy her something to drink and eat. Because she did not go there just for me." Claire's voice echoes, making you look back at them. Leon steals a small glance at you. He does not say anything.

"What- no, well..I just wanted to take a walk uh..so. It was no burden for me." You begin to explain, with small stuttering twisting your tongue. Come on. Relax. You are 23, not 12.

"Well then, if you say so," Leon responds in a calming yet slightly warmer tone. You slowly take your food and drink in your hands, feeling the weight of the situation.

"Uhm, I'll be in the operating room. If you need me anything..." You mutter, betraying your unease with your voice.

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"Of course," Claire exclaims with a smile as she and Leon watch (y/n) enter the operating room. The moment she makes her way, Claire notices his intense gaze on (y/n) once again.

"Why are you looking at her like that?" Claire's question snatches Leon's attention.

"Like what?"

"I dunno...you tell me," She shrugs. "You have been single for a very long time now." She teases him, nudging him playfully. Leon lets out an ironic scoff.

"Get real,"

Their conversation comes to a sudden end, when the doors of the bunker slide open, revealing Luis entering with a puzzled expression on his face. He was holding a white object in his hand—a piece of paper, perhaps. "Amigos," He begins, walking deeper into the room, capturing everyone's attention. Leon and Claire begin to approach.

"Did you get the results, Luis?" Chris asks, almost impatiently.

"Not yet. But I got this," Luis pauses, raising the envelope in his hand. "The General just gave it to me. It arrived at the B.S.A.A base ten minutes ago. He said it's for you. The sender is unknown." He completes, giving Chris the envelope. Confusion flickers in Chris's eyebrows as he cautiously takes the envelope.

Piers, Carlos, Claire, and Leon move closer, intrigued by the contents of the envelope now. Luis's question is slowly guiding itself to its peak, the moment Chris opens it and sees that it's a letter. Silence envelops the room as Chris's eyes scan the words on the paper.

"What does it say?" Carlos asks. Chris shakes his head, his confusion evident.

"I can't understand. It's in Spanish." 

"Let me have a look," Luis suggests, extending his hand. The letter passes into Luis's hands. Looking down at it, he begins to translate it aloud: "The Plaga will not be stopped...It is the world's only hope of survivance and submission. Do not resist the perfect gift...You want the suitcase? Come and get it. Rosewood 53..." Luis's last words hang in the air, leaving the team speechless. Soon, his wide-eyed gaze meets the members of the team.

"What?-..." Claire asks softly.

"They know we are after the suitcase?" Piers asks, restlessly.

"No," Chris speaks up. "The letter is indicated to me...that means whoever sent this believes the B.S.A.A is after the samples." Leon shakes his head, stepping closer.

"Something isn't right," he speaks up, taking the letter from Luis's hands. 

"What do you mean?" Piers asks, seeking clarification. Leon examines the handwriting and the poor condition the piece of paper was in.

"We have been trying everything to locate the suitcase for a month now, with no success, and suddenly, someone sends this letter to Chris with an address attached to it, implying the location of the syringes," Leon says, raising the piece of paper as he speaks. "That, in itself, is already too suspicious."

"And what do you suggest, Leon? We cannot just ignore this." Piers responds. 

"Piers is right," Chris sighs, placing his hands against his hips. "We must take action-" His words cut off as an idea strikes in his mind. "Okay, listen. Piers, Claire, you will leave for the island as scheduled," he instructs, turning his gaze to Carlos and Leon. "Carlos, Leon, you will visit the location written on the letter. This person wants us there...he might actually have the suitcase or something that will lead us to it. We cannot miss our chances with it," He pauses, then looks at Luis. "Luis, you and I will go to the B.S.A.A ready-to-send cover just in case something happens to both teams."

"Bueno." 

"Great. We are set."

"Shouldn't (y/n) go with the guys?" Claire interjects, grabbing everyone's attention. "It will be only Leon and Carlos...What if something happens and they need immediate medical care? We can't risk this without the help of the doctor." Piers already seems to be very wary of Chris's upcoming words. He believes that sending (y/n) with Leon and Carlos there, won't be a good idea at all.

But Claire makes a valid point. No matter how well-trained Carlos and Leon are, going to a potentially dangerous location without medical assistance is going to be extremely risky. Plus, (y/n) had been recruited specifically for situations like this.

Chris stands still. His gaze fixed on the floor, his arms crossed with the thoughts fighting inside his head, letting a few seconds pass without him speaking at all. 

"We are running out of time, Chris. What do we do?" Carlos asks urgently, as the seconds keep passing. 

Chris exhales through his nose, shaking his head troubled. The weight of his responsibility weighs heavily on him because he had promised to keep Vector's daughter safe.

"Someone call her please," he finally requests, his voice filled with a calm determination. Carlos nods, being the one to approach the operating room.

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You lift your head up the moment you hear a gentle knock on your door. It slowly creaks open, revealing Carlos. 

"(y/n). Can you come to the main room real quick?"He asks. You nod, setting aside one of the medical files the team had given you. Standing up from your seat, you followed Carlos out of the room, joining the others. Confusion and curiosity attack your mind as you notice the somber silence that hanging in the air.

"..What is it?" you ask with your voice filled with uncertainty. Nobody responds immediately. Instead, Piers approaches you and hands you a piece of paper. Your eyebrows furrow as you take it, and try to read it. Not understanding a thing, your gaze moves back at the team with confusion. "What's this?"

"...Someone knows Chris is assigned to hunt down the person that has the Plaga injections," Piers begins to explain. Your eyes lightly widen his words. "This letter challenges us to go and find out if the person's words are true,"

"Oh-...and..how can I  help?" Chris then walks beside him, facing you.

"Listen, (y/n).." He begins, feeling a bit uneasy to finish his request. "Leon and Carlos will drive to that specific place, and search for any intel or the person behind that letter," He explains, pausing briefly. "We will be in need of your medical help, in case they get attacked." Your heart is about to burst out of your chest after what Chris asked from you.

"So like..I will go...with them?" You ask, swallowing your saliva nervously before your gaze lands on Carlos and Leon. You internally shake at the thought of what you might face tonight. You didn't know you were supposed to actually follow them like a dog to every mission-...you thought the job would always be done in your operating room..."Uh-..of course.." You finish your sentence as the feeling of fear washes over you.

Suddenly, Leon steps forward, closing the gap between himself, Chris, and you.

"Carlos and I will watch after you. Don't worry." He reassures you in a calm tone, sensing your anxiety. Though he is a cold man, he surely is empathetic at times, and someone you can feel safe around...

Leon's reassurance convinces you and quite a bit..eases you.

"Alright-...okay." You say, taking a deep breath. Chris gives the three of you a firm nod.

"Well then. Carlos, Leon, (y/n). The quest is yours. You are leaving tonight."

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