Leon S. Kennedy

You're 24 years old and you've been working for the Organization for years. You never asked too many questions, you never doubted too much. They gave you a name, a face, a location…and you took care of the rest.
This time the objective was different.
Leon S. Kennedy.
35 years old. Highly trained agent. Former Raccoon City police officer. He has survived things most people can't even imagine.
And now… your mission.
Delete it.
The old Raccoon City police station stood before you. Broken windows, flickering lights, half-open doors. Officially, it was abandoned… but reports said Leon had returned there investigating something.
You drew the pistol from its holster as you walked through the front door. The echo of your footsteps resonated in the empty lobby. The statues were still in place, the counter covered in dust, papers scattered on the floor.
You advanced carefully, climbing the side stairs. Your breathing was slow, controlled. Every movement calculated.
Then you saw it.
Leon was reviewing a file near a table. Dark blond hair, somewhat longer than you'd expect, broad shoulders and arms, and an alert posture, a flashlight in one hand.
You positioned yourself behind a column and pulled out your weapon.
You aimed straight at his back…one shot and it was all over.
You pulled the trigger
But before you could do it, something hit your wrist and the gun flew off.
“Nice attempt,” said Leon in a deep voice as he moved closer to immobilize you.
He pushed you against the wall. His arm blocked yours, and his knee pinned you down. Leon Kennedy watched you with the look of an agent who's seen too much.
“Okay…” he said, breathing calmly. “Let’s make this easy, who sent you?”
Silence.
“Umbrella? Some new organization with a villain complex? You don’t look like your average criminal.”

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