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This wasn't right...this wasn't right at all. They were killing enemy combatants, and they were getting back up. Their leaders just screamed at them to retreat and get the hell out of the way. It was clear they had no clue what they were up against.
Everyone quickly turned and booked it once they realized hitting the things wasn't doing anything but slowing them down. They weren't about to risk their lives on something that wouldn't stay down.
They had to dodge and weave around the creatures as they slowly began to grow in numbers. Clearly drawn by the noise and motion. Even so they had little choice but to run as fast as they could. It was like a maze and they got turned around near the start and that have been a while ago.
None of that mattered however as they realized they were cornered. Just as the nearest creature lurched it dropped dead with a gunshot, blood gushing out of its head and splattered onto the nearby wall. Another shot and another before the creatures that weren't dying started turning around.
A man came into view from behind the creatures, he wasn't wearing any military gear, just a plain shirt with a harness. Now the harness did have quite a few things strapped to it, but nothing like their own tac vests. He had only a pistol in his hand, and he didn't even blink as one of the creatures lunged.
In a smooth motion the man dodges leaning just out of its grasp before aiming behind him where it ended up and shooting it without looking back. The creature drops immediately and the man is moving onto the next one. He shoots at its knees making it drop, he then kicks it back before stomping on its head.
He turned quickly and kicked another one that was lunging, shooting it as soon as it was stunned. What followed could only be described as a massacre. Each of the man's shots landed with inhuman accuracy, and the creatures dropped like flies.
Once the immediate area was clear he turned to them and began speaking, “We have to move. There are much bigger issues here than these infected. And none of you are trained on how to deal with that.”
“Who are you?” Someone asked.
“DSO, call me Leon.”
And like that they were following after Leon.
It was impossible to be in the military and not know about the DSO. The agency was treated like the boogeyman in the regards that you never wanted to run into them. Clearly that wasn't quite right, if you were involved in something that the DSO specialized in there was no one you wanted to see more. And this Leon was a living breathing example of that. He took point and cleared everything that had been giving them hell up until now with frightening ease.
They learned quickly where to aim, helping when needed though Leon still made it look much easier than it actually was. They also learned to never trust any of the things were ever truly dead. Leon had even said as much after shooting one of the infected that had grabbed one of their men's legs, ‘unless the head is gone assume it is hostile.’
It was something else to watch the man work, he put the spec op soldiers to shame. The level of deadly efficiency he had was nothing short of astounding. At some point he'd even apprehended a shotgun from one of them and started using it to take down particularly stubborn infected who refused to stay down.
Hell, he picked up weapons he found along the way from fallen soldiers, and if he didn't have the ammo or ran out, he resorted to using them as bludgeons. Another weapon he'd purposely jammed and thrown into a small crowd before he shot the trigger, causing the whole thing to explode.
The sheer creativity was astounding.
With him, it didn't take long to get to the new rendezvous point. The soldiers expect backup to come and help Leon, but no it was an extraction for them alone.
“What about you?” One of the men asked as he climbed aboard the helicopter.
Leon chuckled, “Don't worry about me, I've got my own form of backup.”
No one knew what to make of it as everyone was loaded up. They also didn't have time to ask any more questions as things that looked like skinned people were crawling over buildings.
Leon shouted for the pilots to take off, and they did without question. The soldiers watched on as Leon quickly blasted the closest one, drawing the attention of the others. Leon dodged quickly as a few lunged and sent another to the ground with another blast from the shotgun.
There were too many and it was clear this wasn't going to go his way. Or it wasn't until a shot sounded out and another of the things that was going to lunge at him from behind dropped. Then another and another.
A sniper, looking around sure enough there was a woman covering him from a nearby rooftop. With the help, Leon quickly took down the remaining abominations. The woman stood immediately after, before giving a wave and using some sort of grappling hook to quickly make her way back into the town.
Leon just shook his head and started jogging after.
oO0Oo
Mitchell had been excited to be walking around the White House. He'd always wanted to go on a tour because admittedly, he was quite a history buff. He was a part of a small group who were currently getting the history relayed to them as they went through the mansion. They were walking down one of the halls when something caught his attention.
A man was standing in the hall, he had on a suit and was eyeing his phone in worry. The man was obviously someone who worked here, and his concern wasn’t exactly something Mitchell felt good about. He was looking around with sharp eyes before focusing on his phone once again. He repeated this a few more times until he all but melted in relief. Mitchell followed his line of sight to see another man who was making his way over.
The new man wasn't nearly as dressed up, instead wearing a well-fitting blue shirt, leather jacket, well-worn jeans, and combat boots that had seen better days. He was eyeing the other man just the same, a smile on his face.
He made his way over quickly and pulled the man into a side hug. “Patrick, what has got you all worried?” He was speaking low but not low enough to not be overheard.
“Leon man, thanks for coming. I know how busy you are, but I think there might be a situation…”
Leon just raised a brow in question.
“It's…well look.” Patrick handed over his phone which Leon took without preamble.
The man squinted at the screen and frowned. He swiped his finger and the crease between his brows deepened.
“Why wasn't I informed of this?” His voice was tense and barely hiding the anger bubbling beneath the surface.
“I don't know and for some reason I really don't think they wanted you to. I don't know what the hell is going on, but It's not good. This is all but your jurisdiction.”
Leon's head snapped up to lock eyes with him.
“You think someone's trying to hide this for me?” He doesn't sound angry, just curious…assessing.
“Can you think of another explanation?” Patrick shot back, sounding tired but utterly unwavering. Like he'd already considered all the better alternatives and hadn't been able to make them fit despite many attempts.
A beat of silence then Leon is cursing quietly. “Ok ok thank you for this…shit I need to talk to Hunnigan and the others.”
“You don't think the DSO knows?” Patrick asked, fear trickling into his voice.
Mitchell felt the hairs on the back of his neck go up. The DSO? Oh, that wasn't good, not good at all.
“If they did, I would know.” Leon huffed pulling out his own phone and putting it to his ear. “Hunnigan I think we're being duped by some spooks…ha ha very funny I know we're spooks. Look, Patrick just showed me something and it looks bad.”
He gestured at Patrick and the other man seemed to get the message without words.
“I don't know quite what to make of it right now but…” Leon trails off again before he's telling the person on the other side to hold for a second. He must send over pictures because he's saying to take a look immediately after.
Patrick looked on worriedly as he and Leon waited in bated silence.
“I can ask some contacts, I can have Claire on it immediately God knows she'd want to know this. Chris would be informed from there and I could reach out further if needed.” Leon answered whatever was said.
Patrick bit back a laugh, clearly he found something about it amusing.
“Should I make a fuss now or wait?” Leon questioned as he eyed Patrick. Clearly, he wanted both of their input.
“Honestly, I'd recommend making a scene now. You can trace it back later, but other people deserve to know as well if they're also being kept from this knowledge.” Patrick reasoned.
Leon nodded along to that before speaking once more, “Well it seems with you neutral, we have a winner. Hunnigan, I'll call you when I'm headed out.” With that he hung up the phone.
“Ok Patrick, bring me to them so I can set the record straight.” Leon all but growled.
Patrick just smiled, “Why of course Agent Kennedy, I'm sure they'd be happy to see you.” His tone was so beyond fake that it had Leon cracking a smile.
Kennedy, as in the Kennedy report? Mitchell blinked and squinted and holy shit, that was the guy who'd been spotted near every President since Graham. The one that conspiracy boards lost their mind over because no one understood exactly what he did.
He watched with a dropped jaw as they disappeared around a corner, and he was left to think over the conversation he'd overheard. DSO, the counter-bioterrorism agency. This Leon Kennedy was an agent of it and a high up one at that it seemed. The same Kennedy responsible for something in Spain most of which was so confidential It was never going to get released.
He couldn't tear his mind off of it for the rest of the tour. And to his shock and interest, apparently they walked by the room where this little ‘talk’ was happening. He could hear Leon through the walls yelling, though his voice was muffled and unclear.
The tour guide had quickly shuffled them past, and Mitchell had to live with the knowledge he'd never get to know anything more.
oO0Oo
There was a man who'd walked into the bar a few hours ago. He wasn't particularly impressive, not extremely tall or buff though he was muscular. His clothes were speckled with what looked like dirt, and his boots mud. He'd taken a seat at the bar and had been drinking since.
It had actually surprised Jade, it had taken quite a few drinks more then she expected before he was even tipsy, but now he was well on his way to three sheets to the wind.
She didn't recognize him as a regular, so she'd been speculating if he was just passing by. She served him all the same however and just watched him from the corner of her eye.
While he may not be particularly imposing the aura of ‘don't fuck with me’ was wafting from him in waves. It was the kind of aura that drew attention, and she knew a few drunk parties may get some ideas.
Sure enough, a group of guys that had come in not long after the guy were currently drunk as skunks and eyeing up the aforementioned man. The group looked like your typical gym bro college frat kids. They had a few women surrounding them and Jade suspected they wanted to impress them.
And there was nothing drunk men who wanted to prove something liked more than messing with someone like the guy at the bar.
She looked back over to him and saw him swaying slightly. Jade didn't have a good feeling about his chances, he was plastered and she'd be impressed if he could even walk straight let alone hold his own in a fight. She'd already told him he wasn't getting another drink after he finished the one he was nursing currently.
He hadn't argued, just paid and went back to his drink. Overall, a well behaved customer.
The group of guys started making their way over, and Jade let out a tired sigh as she went to grab her phone. One of the guys tapped him on the shoulder and Jade watched as the man took a steadying breath before he turned with a raised eyebrow.
“The fuck you want?”
His speech was slurred a lot less than she expected it to be.
What followed was frankly a ridiculous conversation that consisted of the group of guys trying to goad the man into a fight. All while the man just stares blankly and continues to sip on his whiskey utterly unimpressed with them. Which of course makes them even more upset because clearly, he's not taking them seriously enough.
During the conversation the only thing worth noting was she learned the name of the man. Leon.
It didn't take much longer for the guys to get upset enough for one of them to finally take a swing. Leon however, to everyone's surprise, just caught the fist and twisted the guy's arm. The idiot who threw it immediately started cursing.
Another takes a swing, but Leon's already off the barstool and ducking under it to the side. Jade just watches transfixed as in another smooth motion Leon sweeps out the feet of two others, before twisting to block another blow from behind and using the momentum to throw that attacker over his shoulder and to the ground.
The group is down to only one standing member, though the others are putting in valiant attempts to stand back up. Leon just raised an eyebrow at the last guy in question. “You want to try?”
It just pisses the man off as he attempts his own attack. Leon parries it easily before landing a hell of a punch of his own that sends the other man stumbling back. Leon just follows it up by throwing his momentum into a kick that has the other man going down hard enough that Jade can hear his skull reverberate against the floor.
Leon eyes the others getting back up and waits. Sure enough the idiots try again, and it goes just as well as before. The man makes it look like a joke as he easily dodges their attacks and sends back much worse with far less effort. It's only when one of them pulls a knife does Leon pause.
Not falter mind you, no there's not an ounce of hesitation in his eyes. Instead, he laughs, “Kid, don't pull a knife on me that isn't going to end well.”
“You scared?” The idiot asks. But his own voice is shaking and it's clear who's the one that's actually scared here, and it's not the one without the knife.
Leon grabs the arm with the knife as it's swung at him, he twists and pulls before suddenly the knife is dropping. Leon catches it easily with his free hand before bringing it up to inspect it after pushing his attacker back.
“Shotty craftsmanship only thing It's got going for it is it's sharp.” Leon lectures as he tests it on his arm and blows off the hair it shaved off. He then pulled out a knife of his own. It's a mean looking thing, absolutely military grade with a custom grip.
He holds it up so it's easily visible, “Mines better.” Is all he says before putting it away once more and places the one he confiscated on the bar top out of reach.
It doesn't sound like a threat, but one would be stupid not to see it as one. Yet the others continue to try and fight him. It only ended when the newest one standing had a gun aimed at his head.
Jade doesn't know where the hell it came from, just that in a flash Leon had it in hand and pointed. His finger is on the trigger guard, and Jade is sure the safety is still on. The gun itself was covered in blood, and only then did she realize Leon wasn't covered in mud and dirt at all.
“Look this has been fun, but I do have to debrief tomorrow, and I'd like to get to my room and sleep before I'm flown back to the White House. Also, if you lot take much more of a beating, you might not get back up.”
The whole bar that has been silent since the beginning of the fight is now somehow even quieter. Leon doesn't pay it any attention, just backs up to the bar countertop, grabs the rest of his glass and downs it.
With that he steps over a few of the men on the ground that had been knocked out during the scuffle, walks to the door with a slight stumble and gives a foe bow before holstering the gun that had never once wavered off the target. With that, he's out the door.
Jade just blinks dumbly at his retreating back.