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It seemed like they had everything under control. Really. They had been handling Simmons perfectly fine so far, and he wasn’t exactly some complicated mutant, at least not yet. Leon had dealt with worse back in Spain, and he’d been almost ten years younger then, still fairly fresh to fighting B.O.W.s. Now? He was practically expecting Simmons to pull another mutation out.
The sound of a helicopter cut through the noise of the fight, and Leon glanced toward it uneasily. Ada did the same, but unlike him, she froze, staring at the helicopter in shock. He grabbed her by the shoulder to snap her out of it and make her focus on the fight again, but she looked back at him with even greater concern.
“Leon, I would like you to run, I’ve got this,” she said, pushing him in the opposite direction.
He stared at her in confusion. “What do you mean? I’m not leaving you with this, no way.”
“Leon...”
Simmons suddenly charged at them, forcing them to jump apart.
“Out!” she shouted at him urgently just as the helicopter doors opened. “Too late...”
Leon had a feeling he really wasn’t going to like the special guest if Ada was trying this desperately to get rid of him. He just didn’t know how fucking right he was.
He barely caught sight of the person making a ridiculously impressive jump from the helicopter onto the battlefield before they were already moving toward Simmons.
“What...” Leon muttered, watching more of a blur than an actual person. The man moved at terrifying speed, never stopping once, his full attention locked onto the mutant Simmons had become. Every strike was precise, calculated. And despite his former boss fighting back viciously, it didn’t look like he’d managed to land a single hit.
“You made friends with Sonic the Hedgehog or something?” Leon called to Ada, who grimaced.
“I guess you could say he’s full of spikes,” she shot back.
The fight ended quickly, practically within seconds.
The figure finally stopped, ripping Simmons’ heart out while the mutant’s scream of pain rang in Leon’s ears hard enough that he probably wouldn’t forget it anytime soon. Then the man jammed some kind of syringe into Simmons’ body while the mutant still struggled to breathe. His body began to burn, then melt. Leon twisted his mouth in disgust because, honestly, it looked revolting, and the smell wasn’t amazing either. A moment later, it was over.
Ada walked toward the stranger with confident steps, though she still didn’t lower her weapon. From the tension in her shoulders, Leon could tell she was on edge, so he aimed his pistol at the newcomer, while over the comm he told Helena to do the same.
“You came sooner than expected. You’re doing personal taxi service now?” Ada called in her usual flirtatious tone.
“Don’t flatter yourself. You were clearly taking too long,” a deep, emotionless voice replied, and the man finally turned around, casually shaking blood off his right hand.
Leon felt the entire world collapse beneath him.
No. That wasn’t possible.
Standing right in front of him was Albert Wesker in the flesh, his gaze now fixed directly on Leon. The man smiled and started walking toward them, and Leon instantly aimed his gun at him, finger tight on the trigger. It couldn’t be him. Albert Wesker had been swallowed alive by a volcano in 2009 and declared dead ever since. Confirmed by Chris Redfield and Sheva Alomar personally. This had to be another clone, another sick Simmons experiment because apparently nothing was ever enough for him. And yet Ada had recognized him like an old friend, currently stepping in front of Leon to block his path.
Leon breathed heavily, paralyzed as he watched the situation unfold, unsure whether he should start shooting already or not.
“What are you doing here? This wasn’t our deal,” Ada said, stopping in front of the man wearing Wesker’s face. Leon realized with disbelief that she was trying to protect him.
Not-Wesker slowly ran his tongue over his lips, giving Ada a pointed look.
“The deal was that I would bring a helicopter for your boyfriend. I never specified that I wouldn’t be inside it too,” he replied smoothly.
“Wesker,” Ada warned.
No.
No, no, no.
This couldn’t be real. He couldn’t be alive.
“Relax. I didn’t come here to hurt him. It would affect your morale,” he added with a faint grimace. “I came to pay him a personal visit and politely escort him home.”
The moment he finished speaking, he moved past Ada in a blur, suddenly appearing directly in front of Leon and knocking the breath out of him. Leon didn’t hesitate anymore. He immediately emptied his magazine at the man, but not a single bullet hit him. He dropped the pistol instead, grabbing the knife from his belt. His wrist was painfully immobilized and Leon hissed, but he managed to land a hard kick that actually sent the man back a step. He swung the knife again. Wesker dodged every single attack with a self-satisfied smile, which only pissed Leon off more. Helena started firing too, though most of her shots were cautious warning shots because both of them were moving too fast and she didn’t want to hit Leon instead. The agent yanked a flash grenade free with one hand and tossed it under the man’s feet while jumping back himself. The grenade actually threw him off balance for a split second. Leon immediately lunged forward, pressing the knife to his throat hard enough to cut skin.
“How are you alive?” the agent growled.
“Not bad,” the man smiled wildly, staring at him with satisfaction. “But far from enough.”
The next second, Wesker grabbed him by the throat and slammed him violently into the ground. Leon coughed as the air was ripped from his lungs, Helena shouting his name somewhere in the background.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt him,” Ada’s displeased voice cut through the chaos. “Are you trying to break our agreement?”
“I wouldn’t call light bruising ‘hurting,’” he replied melodically. “I merely wanted to greet him properly.”
“Do you greet your mother like that too?” Leon snarled, getting back to his feet and gripping the knife again. He looked at the two of them uncertainly. Ada watched him with visible worry and concern, while Wesker with faint amusement.
At that moment the platform beneath them shook violently, and the man gestured lazily toward the helicopter. Leon watched the movement carefully.
“It’s good to finally see you after all these years, Mr. Kennedy,” he said in a smooth tone. “Will you be obedient enough to get into the helicopter on your own, or should I knock you unconscious first?”
Leon breathed heavily, staring at him.
“You’re insane if you think I’m getting on that helicopter with you,” he said in disbelief, raising his pistol again. The platform shook once more, as if the universe itself wanted to make his life worse.
Wesker smiled unpleasantly. “Very well then,” he said, stepping forward. Leon braced himself for another fight, but suddenly Ada threw an arm out between them.
“He’ll go willingly,” she assured him, and Leon looked at her like she’d completely lost her mind. She couldn’t seriously be saying that.
“Ada...”
The look she shot him was so sharp and meaningful that he shut up instantly. Everything in her eyes told him to stop talking but he couldn’t. She was insane.
“You can go to hell,” he growled, holding his ground.
The man scoffed. “Feisty. Unfortunately, I have my own business to attend to and no time to play with you.”
He started advancing again, and Leon frantically looked around for an escape route. He even considered jumping off the platform and hoping for the best. He glanced toward Helena, trying to figure out whether he could somehow reach her, but he didn’t want to drag her into even more danger either.
“Shit.”
Guess jumping off and hoping for the best it was.
He sprinted toward the edge, only to slam straight into an obstacle that sent him stumbling backward. Wesker had already blocked his path.
“Very stubborn,” the man murmured. “I’m afraid I can’t allow that.” He shoved Leon brutally back toward the center of the platform.
Leon gasped, nearly losing his balance, frantically searching for where Wesker had disappeared again. The man reappeared beside Ada, watching him expectantly, like he was genuinely looking forward to Leon’s next pathetic escape attempt.
Ada started walking toward him, and Leon instinctively moved back suspiciously, but she leaned in and kissed his cheek instead, looking him directly in the eyes. Then he felt her slip something into his pocket.
“Don’t fight him,” she whispered almost pleadingly, and Leon was ready to argue immediately. “I’ll take Helena somewhere safe. You try not to get yourself into trouble. Leon, please trust me. You do not want to fight him.”
“Ada. I’m not getting into that helicopter with him.”
“He’ll take you somewhere safe. That much I’m certain of. He has too much to lose.”
Leon was about to shake his head and tell her he didn’t care about whatever deal they had when the platform suddenly started collapsing beneath them.
“I will see you later, handsome,” she said almost apologetically, squeezing his arm before running away, firing a grappling line toward one of the buildings and leaping after it.
Damn you, Ada. He could only hope she really would keep Helena safe.
He turned back toward Wesker, who was waiting for him with a smile.
“Is this a kidnapping?” Leon asked, trying to stay upright on the collapsing platform. Part of him genuinely thought Wesker might decide to just leave him here to die.
Instead, the man lunged at him again with that impossible speed, and before Leon could react, he was suddenly thrown over Wesker’s shoulder. Leon let out a startled sound. Wesker held him firmly against his side while calmly walking back toward the helicopter.
“Depends on how you choose to interpret it,” he replied.
“It’s a kidnapping,” Leon muttered unhappy.
He tried not to yell when Wesker pulled off what he had previously described as an impressive jump with him still slung over his shoulder, so instead Leon just let out a startled gasp, squeezing his eyes shut for a second. He opened them again once they landed inside the helicopter, and from the corner of his eye he noticed the platform they had been standing on completely collapse beneath itself. Leon swallowed hard.
Now what.
Wesker tossed him onto one of the benches, fairly gently by his standards, honestly. The agent stared at the bio-terrorist in front of him, still unable to believe he was actually standing there. And Leon was right next to him. He wasn’t sure which part was more absurd. He pushed himself back onto his feet immediately because sitting down gave him even less chance of defending himself. Ada had seemed completely convinced that Wesker wouldn’t hurt him, but Leon refused to trust that.
Leon had seen Wesker in photographs and footage before, and the bio-terrorist looked like he had stepped straight out of them. Impeccable appearance, perfectly tailored suit now stained with blood, slicked-back hair, and of course the sunglasses. Though now they had slipped slightly down his nose, allowing Leon a glimpse of those red-gold eyes underneath. He literally looked like a model, not someone who had crawled out of a volcano after losing a fight. Now he simply stood there in silence, calmly watching the collapsing buildings and fire below.
How the hell had he survived? Was he indestructible? Immortal? How long had he been walking around alive again? What was he planning next? Did Chris know about this? Did anyone? What exactly was he planning to do with Leon?
Anxiety curled tight in Leon’s chest as he gripped the knife in his hand, feeling like Wesker could lunge at him at any moment. Ada had told him to leave that platform earlier, but honestly, judging by the bio-terrorist’s speed, he probably wouldn’t have gotten far if Wesker truly wanted him onboard. And now... apparently the safest option was to cooperate and pretend to behave. Leon hated every second of that realization.
That wasn’t our deal.
Ada’s payment for the job had involved him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
“Why did you kill Simmons? Shouldn’t the two of you be making friendship bracelets over your shared hobbies?” Leon finally asked, breaking the silence.
That really should not have been his first question.
Wesker clicked his tongue in annoyance, finally looking away from the chaos outside and toward him. “Ah. I was informed about your rather... specific sense of humor.”
Leon raised an eyebrow. “And were you informed you should be pushing up daisies right now?”
Wesker took one step closer and Leon instantly raised the knife between them, heart hammering in his chest. The motion only made the corner of the bio-terrorist’s mouth twitch upward.
“Your reputation truly precedes you, Kennedy. Especially when it comes to ruining my plans and your irritating talent for survival.”
“Are you gonna stop acting mysterious and tell me why you dragged me here?”
If not to kill him, infect him, turn him into some monster, kidnap him...
“Very well,” Wesker replied emotionlessly, adjusting his sunglasses. “Work for me.”
Leon stared at the bio-terrorist like he was the biggest idiot. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing, and that seemed to mildly disrupt Wesker’s self-satisfaction.
“Wow. Chris never mentioned you had a sense of humor.”
Wesker’s brows narrowed in irritation.
“Ouch, sensitive topic? We don’t talk about our exes?” Leon continued, fully aware he was skating across dangerously thin ice.
The response came immediately when Leon suddenly felt a hand wrap around his throat and tighten. So much for Ada’s request not to fight.
“That must have been a painful breakup,” Leon hissed through clenched teeth, twisting the knife in his grip and driving it into Wesker’s side.
Despite the slight furrow in his brow, the man barely reacted. Instead Leon felt another hand press flat against his chest.
“For someone whose heart is beating like a terrified rabbit, you certainly have a reckless mouth,” the bio-terrorist hissed right next to his face.
“Maybe I’m just dazzled by your looks,” Leon shot back, slamming his elbow into Wesker’s nose before violently twisting free from his grip.
The impact knocked the sunglasses onto the floor, and Leon immediately yanked his knife back out of Wesker’s bleeding side and slashed upward toward his eyes. The bio-terrorist jumped back, but not fast enough to avoid the hit completely. Leon cut across the bridge of his nose and eyelids, blood immediately running down his face in crimson lines. Wesker snarled irritably, but just as Leon prepared for another attack, the man snapped at him instead.
“Stop with your childish games. They will bring you nothing here. You’re lucky I find your audacity slightly entertaining.”
The wounds were already healing and Leon let out the faintest breath of frustration. He already knew he wouldn’t win this fight, but he also had no idea what else to do. The man had survived a volcanic eruption. At this point Leon doubted anything could kill him.
“Why am I really here?” he asked.
He knew the guy was insane, but was he insane enough to genuinely think Leon would agree to work for him? Voluntarily, of course and that part worried Leon the most.
Instead of picking up the sunglasses from the floor, Wesker calmly pulled out another pair from his pocket and put them on. Leon stared at him with open disbelief. Seriously?
“As I said, I have a job for you. One that will interest you,” Wesker said with satisfaction, approaching him again. Leon forced himself not to move. Did this man not understand the concept of personal space?
The agent watched him carefully as Wesker circled around him. Leon tried to keep breathing evenly, keeping an eye out for a syringe that could appear in his hand.
“And what if I refuse?” he asked slowly.
“You may not enjoy the consequences.” The bio-terrorist rested a hand against his shoulder, smiling faintly.
“Sorry, I’m not really interested in becoming a supervillain sidekick.”
Wesker clicked his tongue. “I haven’t even explained the conditions yet. Are you always this hard to get?”
“Only for you.”
“You’re incredibly tense,” Wesker noted, squeezing his shoulder slightly.
“Will you fuck off already?” Leon finally snarled, tightening his grip on the knife again.
Wesker noticed immediately, grabbing his wrist and twisting it. Leon hissed in pain while the other man examined the knife in his hand. Something about it suddenly amused him.
“I didn’t realize you were sentimental. I gave this knife to Krauser personally so he could gut you with it.”
Leon’s eyes widened in shock.
“And yet you drove it through his heart and kept it as your own little trophy. Adorable.”
Leon tried to knee him hard, but Wesker blocked the movement effortlessly.
“Sensitive topic?” the terrorist asked melodically, mocking Leon’s earlier words back at him.
All this time Leon had believed Krauser had turned to Los Iluminados. That they had twisted him into that monster, poisoned his mind. And now he was finding out it had been Wesker all along?
The conflict must have been obvious on Leon’s face because a flash of understanding crossed Wesker’s expression. They were standing so absurdly close that Leon could notice it even through the black lenses. Why the hell were they this close? Chris never mentioned how handsy Wesker was.
“You didn’t know, did you?” Wesker murmured. “Apparently Ada spared you the details.”
Leon tore himself free from the strange standoff and slashed toward his throat again. Predictably, Wesker caught his wrist, but Leon released the knife mid-motion and caught it with his other hand instead. He almost managed to bury it in the terrorist’s stomach again, but Wesker dodged at the last second and the blade only sliced open his suit jacket. Wesker ripped the knife away from him with his free hand.
“I may heal quickly, but I still feel pain, which I prefer to avoid,” he hissed before tossing the knife onto the floor and kicking it across the helicopter.
“Fucking hypocrite,” Leon spat, trying to elbow him again. This time he failed completely, so he backed away two steps instead, and surprisingly, Wesker let him.
“You experimented on him. You brainwashed him. You turned him into a monster!” Leon snapped.
“He wanted change and freedom. I gave him both.”
“Wow. What a saint you are,” Leon growled furiously.
The rage boiling inside him felt overwhelming, and the worst part was that he couldn’t do anything with it. This was just another death added to Wesker’s account even if Leon himself had been the one forced to end it.
“You and Krauser are very alike. Both used by the government for years. Lied to. And once you were no longer useful...” Wesker tilted his head slightly. “Thrown away.”
“Drop the comparisons to stray dogs.”
“Do you know why Krauser chose to join me? Because your merciful government sent him on a suicide mission. Just like Simmons sent you.”
“Is this supposed to be some kind of sick recruitment pitch? Look how Krauser ended up because of you. I had to kill him because of you!” Leon was losing control.
“That outcome was unfortunate,” Wesker admitted. “However... he was satisfied with the results of our cooperation.”
Leon stared at him wildly. He couldn’t do anything.
“Go to hell.”
The agent finally rubbed a hand over his exhausted face, giving up for the moment as he pushed his fingers back through his hair.
He was exhausted. He hadn’t slept in over thirty hours, had nearly been killed a dozen times today, then suddenly discovered that Albert fucking Wesker was alive, currently flying him around in a helicopter, and on top of all that trying to offer him some kind of life-changing opportunity? What the hell was wrong with his life?
The U.S. government was hunting him for the president’s murder and everything Simmons had done. He had no idea where Sherry was, whether she was safe, or if she had managed to deliver Jake. He had no news from Chris or Piers either. Everything had gone completely to hell. At least he had a small hope that Ada had kept her promise and gotten Helena somewhere safe.
Leon sat back down on the bench, not even looking at Wesker anymore. Honestly, if the man had wanted to kill him or inject him with something, he probably would’ve done it already. Then again, maybe the terrorist just enjoyed toying with his prey first and planned to do it later. Whatever. It wasn’t like Leon had any escape route out of this helicopter anyway.
“Can you stop bullshitting me and take me where you were supposed to?” Leon finally looked back at Wesker, who had apparently been watching him the entire time. “I know you’re a smart guy. So you know I won’t join you.”
Voluntarily remained unspoken.
“I must admit... Perhaps I approached this incorrectly.”
“Oh yeah? No shit.” Leon genuinely couldn’t believe he was talking to this mass terrorist like that.
Wesker frowned faintly. Something important clearly passed through his mind before his expression smoothed back into neutrality.
“Very well then. Apparently your weak human mind is already exhausted and incapable of processing simple information.”
“Listen...”
“I shall redo our meeting later. For now, enjoy your flight.” Wesker turned, grabbing the handle to the pilot cabin door. “Ah. In the meantime, you may want to check your little gift from Ada. It may come in handy.”
Then he disappeared through the small door, leaving Leon alone. The agent took several deep breaths, dragging a hand through his hair.
“For fuck’s sake,” he whispered, noticing his hands were trembling.
To focus on literally anything else, he pulled out the thing Ada had slipped into his pocket. He frowned when he realized it was an eyeshadow palette. Opening it triggered a hidden compartment inside, revealing a tiny chip. Leon quickly pulled out his phone and inserted it. A stunned breath escaped him as he scrolled through the files, carefully studying the photographs and footage. Every single piece of evidence proving Simmons was guilty was on his phone. He couldn’t believe it. A moment later, a message notification appeared. It was from Ada. She must’ve gotten alerted the second the chip activated.
Ada Wong:
I’m sorry for leaving you like that, Leon. You must be extremely confused. I was surprised too. However, I hope your trip is going pleasantly. It must have been a shock seeing that man alive, but if I may ask one thing of you, please refrain from informing anyone about it for now. It would not end positively for you or the others.
Don’t jump to conclusions yet. I expect we’ll meet again soon, and then I’ll be able to explain more. Don’t worry. Helena is safe and will be waiting for you.
Until next time 💋💋💋
That was the entire message. A second later Ada’s name disappeared from the conversation entirely and the number showed as inactive. She must’ve destroyed the phone so it couldn’t be traced.
Leon sighed again, rubbing his face, only to grimace when he remembered his hands were filthy. He glanced toward the door Wesker had disappeared through. That fucking psychopath had simply left him here knowing perfectly well Leon couldn’t do a damn thing. Hell, if Leon reported right now that he was trapped in a helicopter with Wesker, they’d probably shoot the entire aircraft out of the sky immediately. Which would kill Leon and maybe mildly inconvenience Wesker at best. Panic would explode instantly, nobody would think clearly, and the entire thing would spiral into disaster. Ada was right. It would end badly.
Leon still couldn’t believe any of this was real. He just hoped the rest of his friends were doing far better than he was.
The flight wasn’t long. Leon spent most of it staring out the window, trying to track where they were flying or at least memorize the route back in case this truly counted as a kidnapping. Hunnigan messaged him that they had contained the virus and the vaccine had been successfully delivered. Relief flooded through Leon instantly. Sherry and Jake made it. The only good thing that had happened all day. Stress tightened around the agent at the thought of what was happening to Sherry now that Simmons was dead. What was the government going to do with her, and could Leon have any influence over it at all? Would there be more blackmail? And what would they want him to do for them this time?
The helicopter door slid open again, and the agent instantly looked up. Wesker moved back inside with smooth, controlled movements, and Leon’s body tensed automatically.
This man had helped turn Leon’s life into hell. Because of him, Leon ended up becoming a government agent, later DSO. None of it would’ve happened without him. They had never even met before today, yet Wesker had part in completely overturning his life. The hatred inside Leon flared hotter, something that had already been simmering every time Wesker’s name had ever come up. He knew that this man wasn’t directly guilty of the Racoon City incident but helped Umbrella create the virus. For him it was enough.
“Missed me that much?” Leon asked.
He had plenty of other questions. Was it worth it? Do you regret anything? But he stopped himself. He probably knew the answers. Those questions no longer mattered. He should be asking what Wesker planned next and whether he still viewed the world like his personal playground.
“Feeling better, I see,” Wesker replied emotionlessly, sparing him one glance before looking back out the window.
“Fantastic.”
“We’ll be landing shortly. There you’ll be reunited with your... friend, I assume.”
Leon stayed silent, watching Wesker’s back. His posture was infuriatingly perfect. Somehow that irritated Leon too.
“Why did you decide to kill Simmons?” Leon eventually asked. Wesker thrived on chaos. Why had this been inconvenient for him?
“He was an idiot who had remained alive far too long. Removing him was necessary,” Wesker answered calmly.
Leon pressed his lips together.
“Did you have some kind of arrangement with Simmons?”
“Previously.” Leon interpreted that as before the volcano incident. “A minor and unpleasant one,” Wesker admitted. “As I said, I never thought much of him.”
And yet Simmons had still been responsible for over seventy thousand deaths.
Leon wanted to ask why Wesker hadn’t killed him earlier, before all those people died. But then he could ask Ada the same thing. Why hadn’t she warned him? That thought left a sour feeling twisting in his stomach.
“Simmons used to send agents to me whenever they were no longer useful to him or whenever they discovered too much.” Wesker tilted his head slightly toward Leon, the corner of his mouth lifting. He was mocking him. “Curious that your name never appeared on the list.”
An unpleasant feeling started twisting in Leon’s stomach, making him feel like he was about to throw up. Practically the entire time, everything had been right in front of his eyes. And he had been blind. No. The worst part was that even if he had discovered something, he wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it for two reasons. The first was that they kept Sherry under tight lock and key, threatening him with her death. The second was that Simmons apparently would’ve sent Leon straight to Wesker with a smile on his face, and Leon might not have even realized it. Was that what happened to Krauser too?
“We’ve arrived,” Wesker said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Leon looked outside and saw a calm city untouched by fire or chaos. He looked back silently at Wesker, who still stood perfectly composed by the window without looking at him. Leon wanted to know what was going on inside that man’s head, but he was terrified of the answer.
Is he really just… Letting him go? What game is he playing? He hated the fact that he partially owed his survival to him. Thoughts of Albert Wesker and Raccoon City twisted together in his head until the hatred returned all over again.
“What are you going to do now?” Leon asked, aware Wesker understood exactly what he meant.
The bio-terrorist hummed softly before turning toward him, hands clasped neatly behind his back. “I’m afraid that information is classified, Mr. Kennedy. Only my associates are granted access to it.”
“No,” Leon answered flatly.
“Hm. Then I wish you luck finding all the side laboratories Simmons operated. But surely they wouldn’t release another virus just because their employer is dead... correct?” Wesker smiled sweetly, and Leon’s heart immediately started pounding again.
He’s lying. You can’t trust anything he says. He’s manipulating you. He knows exactly where to hit. Leon repeated it to himself internally over and over. But what if he isn’t? One small voice whispered anyway.
“Well, Kennedy. It’s time for you to leave.”
Wesker’s voice pulled him from his thoughts again and Leon finally looked up. He hadn’t even noticed that thet are landing. He stared at the bio-terrorist for a long moment while Wesker calmly returned the look from behind his sunglasses. No. No, this was a terrible idea. Leon was exhausted, emotional, completely thrown off balance after everything this mission had done to him. He thought about all the people they had lost today. But Wesker had caused just as many deaths, probably more. Leon needed to remember that. No matter what strange conditions existed. His answer was no. Leon broke eye contact first and got to his feet, walking toward the exit.
“Should I pass along your regards to Chris?” he asked as he paused beside the terrorist.
Wesker sighed in annoyance. “Do you want to give him a heart attack? He’s old already.”
Leon looked at him in mild shock before letting out a quiet snort of laughter. He immediately covered his mouth and looked away. Oh God. Wesker actually made a joke and Leon laughed. This was going to haunt him forever.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Aren’t you technically older?”
“Only on paper.”
Right. Us weak pathetic humans who age normally. Leon could practically hear the rest of the sentence anyway.
The helicopter settled fully onto the ground. Leon cautiously glanced at the man beside him, who apparently enjoyed keeping everyone permanently on edge.
“We will meet again, Kennedy. You know that.”
“I know.”
Leon just hadn’t expected it to happen two days later.