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Rebecca had always believed that safehouses had a certain kind of silence.
Not the peaceful kind.
The tense kind.
The kind that settled into the walls when people gathered there for one reason only: a mission that could go very, very wrong.
From where she sat at the dining table, Rebecca Chambers watched the quiet preparation unfold around her.
The small safehouse living room was dimly lit by a single overhead lamp and the bluish glow of her laptop screen. On it, dozens of reports and satellite images scrolled past as she read through the details of the latest bioterror incident.
Another outbreak.
Another investigation.
Another place where things had gone horribly wrong.
Across the room, Chris Redfield sat on the couch with his gear spread across the coffee table, carefully checking magazines and counting ammunition with the kind of mechanical precision that came from years of doing the same routine.
Next to him, Jill Valentine inspected the slide of her pistol, reassembling it with calm efficiency.
Neither of them spoke much.
They didn’t need to.
Preparation had its own language.
At the dining table, not far from Rebecca, Leon S. Kennedy sat with his elbows resting on the wood surface, methodically assembling and disassembling his handgun.
Click.
Slide out.
Check chamber.
Slide back in.
Repeat.
Leon always looked relaxed while doing it, but Rebecca knew him well enough to recognize it for what it really was.
Focus.
A way to center himself before things inevitably got dangerous.
The safehouse door suddenly opened.
A familiar voice followed.
“Food delivery.”
Rebecca looked up just in time to see Claire Redfield walk in with a paper bag under one arm.
She tossed wrapped sandwiches across the room like someone distributing supplies in a war zone.
Rebecca got hers first.
“One for you,” she said, tossing one to Chris.
“One for you.”
Jill caught hers easily.
“And one for—”
Claire tossed the last sandwich toward Leon, who caught it without even looking up from the gun he was working on.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
Claire dropped into the chair beside him with a tired sigh.
Rebecca watched the scene with quiet amusement as Claire unwrapped her sandwich and reached for a small plastic packet of sauce.
Claire tried to tear it open.
Nothing happened.
She frowned.
Tried again.
Still nothing.
Rebecca knew that look.
It was the same stubborn expression Claire always got when she refused to lose a fight with something as trivial as packaging.
Claire tugged harder.
“Come on…”
Leon glanced at her briefly but said nothing.
Claire tugged again.
Then she pulled just a little too hard.
The packet burst.
Sauce sprayed everywhere.
Some of it splattered across the table.
Some of it—
Rebecca blinked.
—landed on Leon.
Claire gasped.
Leon slowly looked down at the sauce now decorating his sleeve.
Then he looked at her.
Annoyed.
For a moment, Claire simply stared at him.
Her mouth hung open.
Then she covered it with her hand.
Rebecca could see it coming.
Claire tried.
She really did try.
But a laugh escaped.
Then another.
And suddenly she was laughing outright.
Leon stared at her.
Completely unimpressed.
He sighed and shook his head.
“Claire—”
Claire immediately threw both hands into the air like someone surrendering.
“I’m sorry!” she said quickly, still trying to hold back laughter. “It was an accident!”
Leon’s expression made it very clear he did not believe that.
Claire turned toward the others desperately.
“I swear! You guys saw, right?”
Rebecca glanced at Chris.
Chris looked confused.
Jill looked equally baffled.
None of them had actually seen what happened.
Leon nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
Rebecca didn’t like the sound of that.
Leon reached across the table and picked up another sauce packet.
Claire didn’t notice.
Rebecca did.
Leon opened it quietly.
Then—
SPLAT.
Claire froze.
Sauce now covered part of her face.
And the front of her jacket.
Slowly, she turned toward him.
“Leon.”
Leon leaned back slightly, wearing the most innocent expression Rebecca had ever seen.
“It was an accident.”
Claire stared at him in disbelief.
She looked down at the mess on her jacket.
“This is my only jacket.”
Leon shrugged.
Still smirking.
Claire punched him in the arm.
“—Ow,” Leon reacted.
“Jackass!” Claire snapped, pointing at the sauce on her jacket. “Mine was an accident. You did this on purpose!”
Leon folded his arms.
“Do you have proof?”
Claire gasped dramatically.
“You are so dead.”
She grabbed another sauce packet and hurled it straight at his face.
Rebecca had just enough time to flinch before—
SPLAT.
Leon sat there with sauce now dripping down his cheek.
A beat of silence passed.
Then Chris shouted from across the room.
“Hey! What are you guys, twelve?!”
Leon and Claire both turned toward him instantly.
They looked exactly like two kids who had just been caught fighting by a parent.
Chris rubbed his forehead.
Claire and Leon slowly turned back toward each other.
Rebecca could practically see the silent challenge between them.
Claire wasn’t about to lose.
Under the table, she kicked Leon.
Leon laughed.
Actually laughed.
Not the dry chuckle Rebecca usually heard from him.
A real laugh.
He looked completely entertained by the fact that he had managed to annoy Claire this much.
Chris shook his head, muttering mostly to himself.
“Seriously, those two.”
Jill looked down, hiding a small smile.
Rebecca did the same.
She had seen her friends survive things most people couldn’t even imagine.
Outbreaks.
Monsters.
Loss.
Darkness that never seemed to end.
And yet here they were.
Throwing sauce packets at each other in the middle of a mission briefing.
It was ridiculous.
Completely ridiculous.
But Rebecca felt something warm in her chest as she watched them.
Especially Leon.
She had known him for years.
Most people saw the jokes.
The one-liners.
But Rebecca had always known what was underneath.
A serious man.
Focused.
Burdened.
Always carrying the weight of the mission.
It was rare to see him like this.
Relaxed.
Alive.
Laughing.
And Rebecca knew exactly why.
Her eyes shifted to Claire.
Claire Redfield was the only person Leon felt comfortable enough around to act like this.
The only person who could pull that side of him into the open.
Rebecca smiled softly to herself.
Outside the safehouse, another dangerous mission waited for them.
Another nightmare they would all have to face together.
But for this moment—
Just this moment—
Her friends were laughing.
And somehow that felt just as important as anything else.