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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 1 year

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Pitch for Resident Evil 9 (IX):

The Campaigns

1) Jake Muller and Sherry Birkin

2) Carlos Oliveira and Javier Reyes (new character)

3) Alice (new character) and Ashley Graham

The Plot

In 2023, Ashley Graham, who is now serving as the United States’ ambassador to Brazil since the events of RE4, visits the city of Rio de Janeiro to attend a conference with Brazil’s president Jose Ferreira. During the conference, terror strikes as the city falls under a bioweapons outbreak. With Ashley trapped, Ingrid Hunnigan contacts Leon S. Kennedy for another rescue mission, but much to her surprise, Leon has gone “off the grid” for reasons unknown (Leon’s story is reserved for the DLC).

Due to Leon’s absence, Hunnigan contacts two other allies to retrieve Ashley; DSO agent Sherry Birkin (recommended by Leon) and C Op Esp operative Carlos Oliveira (only because he was already in Brazil). Sherry also recruits freelance mercenary Jake Muller to help her out.

However, upon arriving at Rio de Janeiro, Sherry, Jake, and Carlos get separated by a zombie horde. Carlos, while on his own, joins forces with police officer Javier Reyes, who was the sole survivor of his unit.

While all this is happening, a woman named Alice wakes up at the bottom of a waterfall. She has lost all her memory, which she assumes happened when she went down the waterfall and hit her head. While wandering around the area, she stumbles upon a destroyed campsite that seems to have been bombed to pieces. Alice then finds a fatally wounded survivor who tells her only one thing before dying; “find Ashley Graham, Alice”. Despite not knowing what that means, Alice sets out to find this Ashley, hoping by doing so, she’ll unlock her memories.

So, RE9’s story can be broken down to this; Jake and Sherry looking for Ashley, Carlos teaming up with local cop Javier after being separated from the group, and Alice teaming up with Ashley despite not knowing who she is and why she’s important.

The Campaign Plot Twists

1) Jake and Sherry learn that there is a terrorist group called the Weskerites that are dedicated to accomplishing the late Albert Wesker’s goals. The leader, Raven Romero (imagine Harley Quinn if she was a Resident Evil character), reveals to them that the Weskerites assisted the masterminds behind the outbreak. Raven manages to escape the city despite Jake and Sherry’s best efforts to kill her (Raven becomes a recurring villain in future games).

2) Carlos and Javier learn that President Jose Ferreira was part of the conspiracy behind the zombie outbreak in Rio de Janeiro. They learn that he was planning on using the event as a false flag operation to ensure his re-election since he had become massively unpopular (something along the lines of blaming foreign terrorists for the outbreak). Jose is killed by Carlos and Javier after he injects himself with a Tyrant-type virus that was given to him by the actual masterminds.

3) Alice and Ashley learn that the Connections (the group that Mia Winters was part of) supplied the virus to the masterminds. The Connections’ representative, a South Korean drug trafficker named Oh Jin-seok, reveals that the reason why the outbreak happened was that the Brazilian military bombarded their camp (the destroyed campsite that Alice woke up to). When Ashley and Alice asks Jin-seok who bought the virus from Connections, that’s when we get the MAIN plot twist.

The MAIN Plot Twist

Oh Jin-seok reveals that the masterminds are a man named Solomon…and his sister Alice. That’s when Alice remembers who she is; her full name is Alice Saddler and she is the granddaughter of the late Osmund Saddler. She and her older brother Solomon are the new leaders of Los Illuminados, which we learn has been slowly rebuilding themselves after the events of RE4.

Alice and Solomon formed the plan with the Weskerites, the Connections, and President Ferreira to start an outbreak in Rio de Janeiro. The reason; to avenge their grandfather. The only reason why they chose Rio was because they timed it with Ashley Graham’s visit to the city. They also assumed that by putting Ashley in danger, they could lure Leon S. Kennedy out as well. All this death and destruction was solely to kill Leon and Ashley for revenge.

However, at some point, Alice had a change of heart. Deciding that the deaths of thousands just to avenge Osmund Saddler wasn’t worth it, Alice tried to stop the operation. Unbeknownst to Alice, the Brazilian government had already found out about the Saddlers’ plans. This led to the destruction of the Connections camp and Alice being thrown down a waterfall and losing her memory.

(NOTE: The reason why the Brazilian government found out about Los Illuminados’ plans is also explained in a DLC)

The finale is a confrontation with Solomon Saddler, the game’s true main villain. Alice, Ashley, Jake, Sherry, Carlos, and Javier all have to work together to stop Solomon in a multi-stage final showdown. Solomon is, of course, defeated and the outbreak is eventually put under control by the combined efforts of the Brazilian military, Blue Umbrella and the BSAA. The game ends with the six survivors being flown out of the city, with Ashley promising to Alice that they can put her in the witness protection program.

DLCs

1) For my Family: Set 3 years before RE7, Mia Winters and Oh Jin-seok are sent by Connections to deal with a minor outbreak caused by one of their clients. Mia and Jin-seok later learn that the outbreak was deliberately caused by Alice and Solomon Saddler to test the viruses. At the end of the DLC, we cut to a few hours after RE7, with Mia in an interrogation room with DSO agents. She agrees to become an informant in exchange for the safety of herself, Ethan, and Rose. With Mia Winters’ intel, the US government informs the Brazilian government about the Saddlers’ operation, leading to the bombardment and Alice losing her memory.

2) Off the Grid: Taking place simultaneously with RE9, Leon S. Kennedy goes off the grid in order to help Ada Wong with a mission in Papua New Guinea. Ada had tracked down one of Albert Wesker’s abandoned lab sites and needed Leon’s help to infiltrate it. At the end of the DLC, Leon and Ada learn that this facility was holding the corpse of Steve Burnside (from Code Veronica), which has been well-preserved. Ada then ponders if they can revive Steve.

Special Notes

1) Alice, in case it wasn’t obvious, is loosely based on the Alice from the live-action movies.

2) I imagined the game to be a third-person shooter along the lines of the remakes (and The Last of Us).

3) The 3 campaigns are distinctly different from one another in terms of gameplay; Jake and Sherry have special powers / Carlos and Javier are normal people / Alice can fight while Ashley only has defense since she’s a noncombatant.

4) Technically speaking, despite the return of several previous characters from different installments, this game is a direct sequel to RE4.

5) Raven Romero and Oh Jin-seok survive the game. They become the new “Big Bads” of Resident Evil, similar to how Albert Wesker was the Big Bad up until RE5.

6) Raven Romero’s name is a reference to George A. Romero.

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imagilityco · 3 months

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Essential Guide to Form I-20: Its Purpose and Timing

Form I-20, also known as the Certificate of Eligibility for Nonimmigrant Student Status, is a crucial document for international students planning to study in the United States. Issued by U.S. educational institutions, this form serves multiple purposes throughout a student's journey, from securing a visa to maintaining lawful status in the country. Here’s an essential guide to understanding the purpose and timing of Form I-20.

What is Form I-20?

Form I-20 is an official document issued by a U.S. school to international students accepted into a full-time program. This form is necessary for students to obtain an F-1 or M-1 student visa, allowing them to study in the United States. Each Form I-20 has a unique SEVIS (Student and Exchange Visitor Information System) identification number, which is used to track the student's status and activities.

Purpose of Form I-20

Obtaining a Student Visa:

Form I-20 is required to apply for an F-1 (academic students) or M-1 (vocational students) visa at a U.S. embassy or consulate. It must be presented during the visa interview along with other supporting documents.

Entry into the United States:

Upon receiving a student visa, Form I-20 must be presented to U.S. Customs and Border Protection (CBP) officers at the port of entry to gain admission into the United States.

Maintaining Student Status:

Throughout their stay in the U.S., students must maintain their status by complying with the conditions outlined in Form I-20, such as full-time enrollment and adherence to program dates.

Employment Authorization:

Form I-20 is used to apply for certain types of employment authorization, including Curricular Practical Training (CPT) and Optional Practical Training (OPT).

Program Changes:

Any changes in a student’s academic program, such as transferring schools, changing majors, or extending the program duration, must be updated in Form I-20.

Timing and Process for Obtaining Form I-20

Acceptance by a SEVP-Certified School:

The process begins with acceptance into a Student and Exchange Visitor Program (SEVP)-certified school. The school will then issue Form I-20 to the admitted student.

Providing Financial Evidence:

Before issuing Form I-20, schools require proof of sufficient financial resources to cover tuition, fees, and living expenses for the duration of the program. This may include bank statements, affidavits of support, or scholarship letters.

SEVIS Fee Payment:

After receiving Form I-20, students must pay the SEVIS I-901 fee. This fee is mandatory and must be paid before applying for a student visa.

Visa Application and Interview:

With Form I-20 and proof of SEVIS fee payment, students can apply for a student visa at a U.S. embassy or consulate. They must attend a visa interview, where they will present Form I-20 and other required documentation.

Entry and Initial Reporting:

Upon entering the U.S., students must report to their designated school official (DSO) and have their Form I-20 signed. The DSO will activate their SEVIS record to confirm their arrival and enrollment.

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Validity and Updates:

Form I-20 must be kept valid throughout the student’s stay. Any changes in personal information, academic status, or financial circumstances must be reported to the DSO for an updated Form I-20.

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Form I-20 is an essential document for international students in the U.S., serving as the cornerstone of their academic and legal status. Understanding its purpose and the timing of its issuance can help students navigate the complexities of studying abroad. By maintaining compliance with the requirements and keeping the Form I-20 updated, students can ensure a successful and legally compliant stay in the United States.

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fmpnalogirlypop · 6 months

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Resident evil researching part 4

Resident Evil 6

Resident Evil 6 allows players to select between four scenarios with interwoven storylines centered on Division of Security Operations (DSO) agent Leon S. Kennedy, Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance (BSAA) Captain Chris Redfield, mercenary Jake Muller and spy Ada Wong.

Ada's scenario can be played with or without a partner and a second player who joins will control the non-canonical character Agent. In addition, each scenario features a different play-style; for example, some player-characters are more vulnerable to attacks whereas others are more resilient.

A new feature comes in the form of tablets; players may consume them in order to recover health, and more can be produced by mixing herbs. If one player runs out of health, that player will have a short time to try to defend themselves while their partners attempt to revive them. If any non-AI players are killed, gameplay will resume at the last checkpoint. The game features several primary enemies, including zombies and the newly introduced J'avo. Unlike zombies, J'avo are able to interact with each other to plan an attack, use weapons and heal themselves.

The campaigns feature a "Lone Wolf" ability which allows the player to remove their artificial intelligence companion character. Players can equip three of these upgrades which apply to all campaigns. The game also features a stamina bar; which depletes once the player performs melee attacks, or uses a "quickshot"—which involves shooting a zombie with a headshot instantly.

Plot

On 24 December 2012, Jake Muller (Troy Baker), son of late bio-terrorist Albert Wesker, flees local authorities during a bio-terrorist attack in Edonia. He partners with Division of Security Operations (DSO) agent and Raccoon City survivor Sherry Birkin (Eden Riegel) and learns that she is to extract him from the country to create a vaccine for the new C-virus. However, they are hunted by Ustanak, a hulking bio-weapon. Meanwhile, a Bio-terrorism Security Assessment Alliance (BSAA) strike team led by Chris Redfield (Roger Craig Smith) and Piers Nivans (Christopher Emerson) is deployed to combat the infected local populace.

On 29 June 2013, US President Adam Benford (Michael Donovan) attempts to publicly reveal the truth behind the 1998 Raccoon City incident and the government's dealings with Umbrella, to end further bio-terrorist activity. However, the venue in the American town of Tall Oaks is hit by another attack, infecting the President; the sole survivors, DSO agent and Raccoon City survivor Leon S. Kennedy (Matthew Mercer) and United States Secret Service agent Helena Harper (Laura Bailey), are forced to kill him.

Chris returns to duty in the BSAA with Piers and a new team, arriving in a besieged Lanshiang. Chris recovers from his amnesia and seeks revenge against "Ada", resulting in casualties for his squad. Chris and Piers confront "Ada", until Leon intervenes. After being informed by Leon, Chris and Piers pursue "Ada" to an aircraft carrier, destroying cruise missiles laden with the C-virus.

An official trailer was released on 19 January 2012. At a Microsoft press briefing at E3 2012, the first gameplay demonstration was shown, depicting Leon and Helena fighting hordes of zombies in China. A playable demo of Resident Evil 6 was scheduled for release on the PlayStation Network and Xbox Live Marketplace on 5 September 2012.

Resident Evil 7: Biohazard

Resident Evil 7 is the first full-length game to use Capcom's in-house RE Engine. The development was led by Koshi Nakanishi, director of Resident Evil: Revelations. A year prior to its announcement at E3 2016, it was presented as a virtual reality demo called Kitchen. The team took inspiration from the 1981 film The Evil Dead, scaled back the game to one location, and used a first-person perspective to immerse players. Two downloadable content scenarios were released, Not a Hero and End of Zoe.

Gameplay

Throughout the game, Ethan confronts various members of the Baker family, as well as humanoid fungal creatures called “Molded”, that will attack and attempt to kill him on sight. While Ethan is a civilian with relatively little combat experience, he is nonetheless able to find and use various weapons from around the estate, from melee weapons like pocket knives and chainsaws, to stronger firearms such as handguns, shotguns, and a makeshift flamethrower.

Damage taken is shown by the amount of blood visible on-screen, and by a codex on Ethan's wrist shown while navigating the inventory. Items such as herbs and first aid solution can be used to heal.

Ethan can also find VHS tapes around the estate and place them in VHS players to play through a short section as the character filming – while optional, these tapes provide insight into the story and can reveal puzzle solutions, and is similar in concept to the “Zapping System” from Resident Evil 2.

The player can also choose one of three difficulty settings: Normal (the default), Easy, and Madhouse (unlocked after beating the game). These affect the strength of enemies, abundance of items, and how often the game autosaves – Madhouse also requires Ethan to use a cassette tape in order to save at a tape recorder.

Plot

In 2017, Ethan Winters, a civilian with an unknown background, is drawn to a derelict plantation in Dulvey, Louisiana, by a message from his wife Mia, who has been missing for the past three years. Exploring a seemingly abandoned guest house, Ethan finds Mia imprisoned in the basement. She is distressed to see him, saying that she did not contact him at all. During their escape, Mia suddenly goes berserk and attacks Ethan, forcing him to kill her.

He is held captive by Jack, his wife Marguerite, their son Lucas, and an elderly wheelchair-using woman. Although Ethan escapes his captors, he is repeatedly confronted by Jack, who demonstrates the ability to regenerate from fatal wounds and even dismemberment.

After Ethan manages to subdue Jack by destroying his upper body, Zoe contacts Ethan again, saying she is the Bakers' daughter. She informs him that she, her family, and Mia are all infected with the same ailment, but can be cured with a special serum, which they need to obtain from Marguerite. Ethan makes his way to an old house to retrieve the serum, where he manages to kill Marguerite.

Lucas captures Zoe and Mia before Ethan's return, and forces him to navigate a booby-trapped barn to find them. Ethan outwits Lucas, causing him to flee, and frees Zoe and Mia. Zoe then develops two serum doses, but Jack, now heavily mutated, attacks Ethan, who, on Zoe's advice, uses one dose to seemingly kill him. Ethan must then choose to cure either Mia or Zoe.

Choosing Zoe leaves Mia heartbroken. As he and Zoe escape on a boat, she reveals that the Bakers were infected after Mia arrived with a young girl named Eveline when the wreck of a tanker ship washed ashore. Just as they come across the same tanker, Eveline psychically kills Zoe and Ethan is knocked from the boat by thick molded filaments.

If Ethan chooses Mia (which is the canonical path), Zoe gives a bitter farewell to both, despite Ethan's promise to send help. As he and Mia escape on the boat, they come across the crashed tanker where both of them are knocked from the boat by the molded filaments.

Mia searched for Eveline throughout the ship when she meets Alan again who encouraged her to kill Eveline, when the girl kills him. She then infected Mia in an effort to force her to be her mother, when finally a hurricane sank the ship. In present time, after finding Ethan, Mia gives him a vial of Eveline's genetic material.

If Ethan cured Zoe, Mia succumbs to Eveline's control and attacks Ethan, forcing him to permanently kill her.

If Ethan cured Mia, she resists her control long enough to seal Ethan out of the ship to save him, encouraging him to go kill her.

Banned Footage Vol. 1 and 2

The first three scenarios in the Banned Footage DLC feature alternate protagonist Clancy Jarvis, who appears in some of the VHS tapes in the main game. Clancy was a cameraman who worked with "Sewer Gators", a web series where producer Andre Stickland and presenter Peter Walken explored haunted houses. In June 2017, some time prior to Ethan visiting the estate, Sewer Gators came to the estate to film the abandoned guest house, but were found and kidnapped by Jack Baker.

Not a Hero

Moments after extracting Ethan and Mia Winters, BSAA agent Captain Chris Redfield teams up with the now reformed Umbrella Corporation, also known as Blue Umbrella, in order to apprehend Lucas Baker and uncover evidence on the mysterious group that created Eveline, called "The Connections." After Ethan and Mia are rescued and sent away in a helicopter during the conclusion of the main story, Chris proceeds into Lucas' lab in the salt mine, where he accidentally runs into one of Lucas' traps and has a bomb attached to his left wrist. Undeterred, Chris continues his pursuit. He tries to rescue several captured Umbrella soldiers, but they are killed by Lucas' traps. Eventually, Lucas activates a timer on Chris' bomb. Chris is forced to freeze the bomb in liquid nitrogen, disabling it long enough for him to remove it.

End of Zoe

Following the canon story in which Ethan cures Mia instead of Zoe, Zoe wanders into the swamp and is apparently killed by Eveline; however, a pair of Umbrella soldiers find her body and discover she is still alive. They are ambushed by Joe Baker, Zoe's uncle, who lives in the Dulvey swamps and has not been affected by Eveline's mold. Joe initially believes Umbrella is responsible for Zoe's condition, but a surviving Umbrella soldier claims they have a cure for Zoe stored in a nearby shack. Joe goes to the shack, finding a partial cure, and returns to find the Umbrella soldier killed by a Molded.

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Captive Part 13/?

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Kidnapped and experimented on by Umbrella, the only thing you wanted so desperately was to finally be free.

Word Count: 3,221

Allyson pulled you through the large groups of people, marching straight for the hotel that the DSO had reserved for the mission. The agency had apparently picked out a five-star location that had a view of the building that the meeting should be held in.

The meeting was set to start that evening, giving you a few hours to try and come to terms with the idea of being used as bait.

Dr. Garcia was a slippery fellow—always on the move. He could be in Washington that evening, but by morning he could be in London, or maybe even Paris. He would always stop in a city, work at one of Umbrella’s facilities, and then leave.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

The behavior was too suspicious for a scientist. Even Barlowe had everything filed away in one alphabetical location. The thought of him traveling from facility to facility was almost comical.

So, what was Dr. Garcia working on that required him to travel so much?

That’s what the DSO was hoping to find out.

But being used as bait just didn’t feel right to you. If Garcia didn’t take the bait, what was the DSO’s next plan? This whole mission relied solely on you for success, but what would be the backup plan if you were indisposed?

When you were briefed on the mission, you could tell it was incredibly rushed, which was very unlike Wilson.

In the short time that you’ve known the agent, you knew for a fact that he was a stickler for perfection. He would know how every mission could end, if there were possible alternate ways for it to end, or if it wouldn’t work out from the beginning.

After the mission plans were formed, they would have Wilson look over them from top to bottom before he had to brief the agents on the details. If there was a part of the plan that was deemed illogical or impossible, Wilson would voice his complaint, and then help with the revision.

But this mission was obviously hidden from Wilson’s vigilant eye until the last second, not giving him time to look over and make adjustments if necessary. Wilson had seemed grouchier than usual, and that’s saying something. It seemed like he wasn’t privy to the mission, and he definitely didn’t like that.

Allyson froze in front of the entrance of the hotel, deciding whether to use the automated doors, or the roundabout door. Her head moved as she looked from one door to the other, over and over.

Glancing over her shoulder and giving you a creepy smile, she ran full speed for the roundabout door, moving it faster than was intended, making sure that you couldn’t leave until she was ready for you to leave.

“Allyson,” you huffed, losing count on how many times she had forced you to run in a circle in the enclosed glass, “there are other people who need to use the door.”

“There’s another door they can use—”

The door stopped moving, making Allyson ram her face into the glass.

“You arrived at this city thirty minutes ago and you’re already causing a scene?”

Stevens’ booming voice had you turn around quickly, apology ready at the tip of your tongue until you noticed his position. He had used his upper torso to jam the door, which trapped him between the door and the glass encasing.

“Uh, are you—”

“Stuck? Trapped?” He pushed against the door a couple times before giving up, “…yes…”

“I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’re stuck in a door, Matt?”

A man that looked just like Stevens shook his head at the agent with a disapproving frown.

“Who’s Matt?” You asked.

“The idiot stuck in the door.” The man replied as he tried to pull the door to free Stevens.

“And you are…?”

Allyson rubbed at a red mark on her forehead, “Drew.”

“You can call me Agent Stevens if you want.” The man—Drew—chuckled, “though, you’d probably get confused…well, more than you already are.”

“They’re twins.” Allyson explained as she pushed on the door, trying to help in any way she could.

“Andrew Stevens and Matthew Stevens, at your service—I’m trying to help you out, Matt, why the hell are you kicking me?!” Drew jumped away from Stevens.

“Revenge for the ‘idiot’ remark.” Stevens whistled, acting nonchalant.

You leaned over to Allyson, “are they always like this?”

She kept pushing the door, “you know how brothers are.”

“True.”

After the combined efforts of you, Allyson, and Drew: the door finally pulled backwards enough for Stevens to inch his way out.

He rose his fist in celebration, “can’t mess with the likes of us, you cruel door!”

A crowd had formed around the door, eyes peering up at your group of four, watching intensely.

“You are embarrassing…” Drew clapped Stevens on the back, “why didn’t you use your foot to stop the door?”

“I didn’t want it to crush my foot,” Stevens shrugged.

“You’re an idiot.”

You and Stevens stood off to the side as Allyson and Drew waited in line for the front desk. Stevens watched everyone in the room, eyes darting from one end to the other. Your eyes darted around as well, but for a different reason.

The décor had caught your attention once you walked in, you could tell each piece had been chosen with careful consideration before being placed.

The walls were painted a beautiful burgundy that went well with the dark wood of the coffee tables and accent tables. Minimalistic artwork hung on almost every wall, though, not anything you would care for.

A giant chandelier hung from the middle of the large main room, dangling crystals were so clear and shiny that you could’ve sworn that they were real.

That was, until Stevens’ head blocked your line of sight.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my brother joining our mission, we left the office late and got here later than you girls and—”

“It’s fine, Stevens.” You patted his arm, reassuring him.

“You can call me Matt, if you want to, that is.”

“I guess the Matt is out of the bag, huh?” You joked.

He stared down at you, “you’ve been around Leon for too long.”

“Y/N, I have our key.” Allyson tapped your shoulder, bringing you out of your awkward exchange with Matt.

“And I have ours, little brother.” Drew stood behind Allyson, holding up a keycard.

“You’re only one minute older than me.” Matt grumbled as he glared at his brother.

Allyson grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the arguing duo. She led you to the elevators, hitting the button and waiting for one to open.

“They’re going to be fighting for a little bit, so we might as well find our room while they’re at it.” Allyson explained as the elevator door opened with a ding.

“What room are we?” You asked, watching Allyson press the ‘2’.

“256.”

The elevator groaned as it lifted you to the second floor, the same ding sounded out while you and Allyson looked around. The hotel was the definition of luxurious. Usually, the elevators would be in a small alcove, with a hall on either side.

But this hotel went above and beyond.

The elevators opened to a decently sized sitting room packed with thick, plush chairs and sofas. A flat screen hung on the far wall, situated between the twos halls that led to the rooms. A mini bar with a bartender sat on the left side of the room.

The walls were a pale sand color, while the carpet was a deep red color, it felt like you were walking on a cloud with every step.

Below the flat screen were two plaques on the wall, one pointed to the left hall, while the other pointed to the right.

“Room 231-260.” Allyson pointed to the right hall.

You followed behind her in the well-lit hall. Although, you didn’t have to walk very far before reaching the end of the hall. There was a hall on your left, and one to your right, making a ‘T’ shape from the sitting room.

“Hang another right,” Allyson murmured before walking down the hall to your right.

There was a little alcove that you had to walk through to get from the previous hall to the new one. You spotted what the alcove contained. Allyson noticed that you weren’t following her anymore, so she turned around and looked at what you were so fixated on.

Her eyes widened, and you could see her making baby steps to the alcove in your peripheral vision.

“I—Is it my birthday?” Allyson mumbled.

A row of vending machines that had every snack you could name off the top of your head caught your attention before your eyes wandered to the soda machines right next to them. Coffee vending machines were on the other side of the soda machines.

You didn’t even know coffee vending machines had existed.

Ice dispensers were on the opposite side of the vending machines, you walked over and hit the button that dispensed the ice, eyes lighting up once you discovered that they had the good ice.

“Can I live here?” You moaned as you popped the small, crunchy ice into your mouth.

“Me too…” Allyson chimed in; face pressed firmly against the glass of the snack machines.

“Already harassing the snacks, I see.”

You looked over your shoulder at Matt as he shook his head at Allyson in disapproval.

“I had to get here before you ravaged the machine. It’s always empty once you’re done with it.” Allyson stuck her tongue out at him.

“Well…” He laughed, “you aren’t wrong.”

He and Allyson took turns buying snacks from the machine while you decided to head for your room.

“I’ll be there in a few, Y/N.” Allyson called out, “I just gotta get us some snacks first.”

‘Us, huh?’

Shaking your head, you made your way out of the alcove and down the hall. Looking around for your room number, you mumbled “256,” like a mantra to help you find the right door.

“Ah, here it is.”

The doors were tall, almost intimidating to stand next to. The hotel probably had a variety of people come in and needed to accommodate them accordingly.

Allyson had slipped the extra keycard into your pocket when she hauled you away from Drew and Matt’s argument earlier. Reaching in your back pocket, you pulled out the key and slipped it into the slot on the doorknob. The red light on the knob turned green with a quiet beep, and you slipped the key back into your pocket as you pushed the door open.

You froze in the doorway.

A large dresser stood tall and proud next to the windows that gave you a breath-taking view of the city. Across from the bed was a tv stand that held a good-sized flat screen tv, one that you never would’ve expected to see in a hotel room. A writing desk stood on the other side of the tv stand, complimentary water bottles sat on a tray on top of the desk.

“Holy shit.”

The room was bigger than any other hotel room you had ever been in. The walls were a bright white with flower paintings hung here and there. A queen-sized bed sat in the middle of the room with night stands on either side.

“With a hotel this nice, those water bottles are probably $100 each.” You mumbled, glaring at the bottles.

You walked over to the bathroom and pushed the door, jaw dropping at the walk-in shower with multiple heads—one being on the ceiling. A beautiful marble counter housed a sink, fake flowers in a pretty vase stood on the corner of the counter next to some folded up towels.

“I—Is this a millionaire’s hotel?” You asked aloud as you tried to recover from the shock.

Do people go to hotels like this regularly or was this a once-in-a-lifetime sort of thing?

The hotel bill must be atrocious, and the DSO didn’t even hesitate to pay it.

“Did I die?”

You popped your head out of the bathroom to watch Allyson spin in circles on her heel as she checked out every part of the room.

“No, but it sure does feel like it, huh?” You sighed as you placed your duffle bag on the bed and sat next to it.

“This is so beautiful; I think I could cry.”

“I’ll cry with you.”

Allyson sniffled a little before placing the snacks on the desk before holding her arms out wide and falling backward onto the bed, making you bounce once she landed.

“So, we’re sharing a bed, eh?”

“Looks that way.” You bounced on the bed again, testing its softness. “Even the bed is nice.”

“I never want to leave this bed ever again.” Allyson sighed.

You glanced over at the most likely expensive-as-hell water bottles, eyeing them closely before you stood up.

“I’m going to get a soda; do you want anything?”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks.”

“I’ll be right back, then.”

The short walk from your room to the alcove allowed you to spot more details of the hall. The door frames had little flowers carved into them, and the carpet hid designs made from velvet.

You couldn’t imagine the stress the construction workers must have been under while making this building. The owner probably hovered over every single one while they made these small details.

Standing in front of the soda machines, you glanced at each one, trying to decide which soda you wanted. They had all your favorite flavors, making it doubly hard for you to choose.

About five minutes later and you finally pick your favorite among favorites and headed back to your room. It took you a few tries to get your finger under the tab, then you pulled and opened the can.

The soda erupted onto you, soaking the front of your shirt while large droplets trickled down your neck, making you cringe at the thought of being sticky.

“Out of all the cans, why was this the one to volcano me?” You growled in frustration as you yanked the door open.

Placing the soda on the side table next to the door, you hiked your up and pulled it over your head, using it to wipe off the sticky soda that was still on your skin.

You marched over to your duffle bag and began to unzip the top.

“Woah, hey there, Y/N.”

You froze.

‘That voice.’

Allyson was laying on her stomach on the right side of the bed, she was holding up a phone—your phone—that currently showed a red-cheeked Leon on the screen.

“Oh, uh, hey…” You pulled up the duffle to cover as much of your chest as you could while simultaneously opening it.

“Leon video called, and I accidentally elbowed the green button.” Allyson confessed, but judging by the mischievous smile she wore, you knew she answered it intentionally.

“I wanted to check and see if you made it yet, but it looks like I called while you were uh—busy.” Leon laughed.

“We just got to the hotel, we’re not busy quite yet.” Allyson shrugged. “Y/N just got back to the room, actually,”

“I had a hot date with a soda can,” you pulled out a fresh shirt and threw it on.

“So, you go topless on the first date, huh?” Leon smirked.

“Only to avoid getting sticky.”

“Good to know.”

“How so?” You sat next to Allyson, giving Leon your full attention.

A man called out to Leon, and the call was muted on his side while he and the man spoke intensely.

“No reason.”

Leon looked angry; his nostrils flared before he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and unmuted the call.

“More work?” You inquired.

“Yeah…more Plaga bullshit.” He gritted out, “people will never learn, it seems.”

“Plaga?” You asked in confusion.

“It’s a long and complicated story,” he smirked, “one best told during dinner.”

Allyson’s eyes were wide as she looked between you and Leon, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Leon smiled, “I’ll hold you to it, then.”

After saying your goodbyes, you snatched your phone from Allyson.

“You answered my phone on purpose, didn’t you?” You accused as you raised a brow.

“I’ll admit it,” Allyson held her hands up in defeat, “I saw him calling and answered, but I didn’t think you would come in topless.”

“Me either…”

“I just wanted you two to talk since you didn’t really get to while we boarded the jet. I just think—no, I know that—well, maybe I don’t know for a fact, but still I—”

“You’re rambling…”

“I just…” She paused as she glanced down at her hands. “Leon…he…”

You patiently waited while she tried to figure out what she was going to say.

“Leon is a nice guy, but he’s never—I thought he would never—invite someone to his house, especially a complete stranger who was walking around an Umbrella facility with no wounds but covered in blood.”

“He won’t even tell Matt where he lives, which I don’t blame him since Matt has a bad habit of just showing up without notifying you, but still.” She inhaled deeply before smiling up at you, “I just think he saw something in you that made him trust you.”

She continued, “something that he liked—something that I think he’s been missing. I really, truly, wholeheartedly believe that he likes—”

A knock on the door interrupted whatever Allyson was saying. You jumped up and looked into the peephole, stifling a laugh as Drew pushed Matt’s face out of the way and tapped on the peephole.

“I may not be able to see you, but I can see you.” Drew kept tapping on the peephole before Matt pushed him away.

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It doesn’t have to make sense if it’s right.”

“Says who?”

“Yours truly.”

“Boys.” You shook your head in disappointment and opened the door to let them in.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Matt nodded his head to you.

“Thank you.” Drew gave you a dazzling smile.

You were still shocked at Matt’s behavior since arriving. At the office, he had a strict air of professionalism that almost—not quite, but close—matched Wilson’s. Yet, there he was, belly flopping on the bed next to Allyson and laughing as she flew into the air a bit.

Drew stood off to the side, smiling down at his brother. He caught you staring and beckoned you to join him.

“You know,” he whispered into your ear, “I’ve been trying to get those two together for years now.”

“Their chemistry is amazing.” You nodded.

“Exactly.”

“What about you?” You questioned, “is there a lucky lady in your life?”

He smiled proudly, “a fiancée.”

“Congrats, man.”

He pulled out his wallet and opened it up, showing you a picture of a familiar face.

“Amanda Parker.” You smiled.

“The love of my life.” Drew sighed dreamily, putting his wallet away.

“And his loins.” Matt snickered from the bed.

Another fight broke out between the twins as you and Allyson stood out of their way.

“Are they always like this?” You asked again while you leaned to the side, dodging a shoe that had flown your way.

“Unfortunately.” Allyson sighed.

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scotianostra · 3 years

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Sir David Stirling Memorial.

This large statue of the founder of the SAS, who was born in the immediate area, stands just off the B824 between Doune and Bridge of Allan. Overlooking the Trossachs hills, it’s worth a stop-off on the way to the National Park if you’re approaching from this direction.

David Stirling was born November 15th 1915 son of Brigadier Archibald Stirling of Keir and the Hon Margaret Fraser, 4th daughter of the 13th Baron Lovat. So he had a long pedigree in serving his country at times of need. At the outbreak of war he joined the Scots Guards but volunteered for the elite No 8 Commando unit and served in the Mediterranean.

In North Africa in 1941, while recuperating from a parachute accident, he built on the idea of a small highly-trained special operations group attacking the Rommel's long supply lines. When he failed to gain access to his commanding officer General Auchinleck to argue his case, he just slipped past the guard and walked in (on crutches) - "who dares wins," indeed.

Using the innocent-sounding name of L-Detachment Special Air Service and working alongside the Long Range Desert Group, small detachments drove behind enemy lines and attacked enemy airfields, communications and supply dumps. The highly-trained and well-motivated created chaos and the Italians and Germans had to use up more and more forces to guard their bases. The destruction of large numbers of enemy aircraft even allowed a naval convoy to reach Malta to relieve the beleaguered island. Field Marshall Montgomery - another unconventional soldier, gave Stirling his backing and Winston Churchill became so impressed by the unit's performance that it was made into a full Brigade.

In 1943, Stirling was captured by the Germans, then escaped, but was captured by the Italians and became a prisoner-of-war. Hitler had ordered that all members of the SAS and other special forces should be executed but to his credit Field Marshall Rommel was the only German commander to ignore the order.

During his time as a POW, he escaped four times and was eventually sent to the famous Colditz Castle where he remained for the rest of the war. In the meantime, his brother had taken over as commander of an SAS Brigade. The SAS expanded and became involved in escapades in many parts of Europe.

The principles established led to the creation of the crack SAS Regiment which today forms the UK's premier special forces unit.

David Stirling was awarded the OBE and DSO for his actions in war and was knighted in 1990 but died a few months later. The memorial also has plaques naming all those in the SAS who died during the war.

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1: Your muse walks in on mine drunk and depressed. // Uh oh time for more feels

Leon had finally got what he always wanted, more free time, he just thought it would be more different than this, instead of being able to relax and enjoy his new-found free time, the former agent was miserable. A life full of free time, only seemed to make things more worse than better, sure, he didn’t need to worry about always being busy and overworked, but now that he wasn’t working as an active member of the DSO, Leon often found himself alone with nothing but a cold drink and his thoughts, a bit too often at that. The man, just didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. His life never got better, it just got worse, much worse. With nothing left to keep him busy, his mind, became his own worst enemy, it was so loud, that he had to resort to drinking just to shut it up.

Anything to put some kind of ease on all the pain he had been feeling, a pain that never seemed to leave no matter what he did to try and stay occupied. Only when he was buzzed or drunk did he feel better. Every day and night of his free time, Leon spent always at a local bar or pub, and if the place closed, he’d just leave and continue to drink more at home. Tonight though, was a night like any other.

So here he was, business as usual at the local pub, taking a big sip of his beer, Leon sat there as his thoughts began to become erratic, making him think back to all the moments in his life that he had wasted trying to save the world from some lunatic who had a vengeance for the world and a virus to go with it, there was no point in continuing the fight, over the decades of being apart of that war. Now he realized that this constant battle, was just a lost cause with a vicious repeadative cycle that seemed to loop over and over again until he was finally sick of it all, sick of everything. He’d take down the bad guy, and months or years later, another would appear and do the same shit all over again -- it would just never end.

Putting it all behind him, didn’t change a single thing, if anything, he was just more depressed than ever, it especially hurt him whenever he thought about her, Ada Wong. The woman who was nothing but an after image to him now -- just an apparition that no longer had any meaning to him, he just didn’t care anymore, about himself, or anyone. All that was left in his world, were regrets, shame and utter loneliness, the booze being the only form of comfort he had left in the train wreck he called his life.

Downing his glass of beer in one chug, he raised his hand asking for a bottle of vodka next, the harder the harder the liquor hit, the more numb he’d feel, and that was exactly what he wanted, he’d take any form of escape he could get, even if it wasn’t healthy, whenever he could do to make it all go away, he’d do it, and all options were on the table. Thinking for a moment, Leon looked at his handguns in his holster as if he was contemplating something, before eventually shaking his head and stopping himself, no, not here.

The staff here didn’t deserve to clean up his mess in the aftermath, so somehow, at least for the moment, he refrained from what he was thinking, and instead just poured himself another shot of Vodka. Picking up the shot glass, he slams it back, putting the empty glass back down on the table with a clack, not taking very long to grab the bottle and help himself to another one. As he poured the drink into the glass filling it to the very top of the shot glass, he noticed a woman looking at him, and he didn’t like it, the look in her eyes, he could see pity, or at least he thought he did. Regardless, she really shouldn’t stare, didn’t anyone teach this woman any common manners? Sure he was a bit drunk, but even he knew that was impolite to stare.

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• Douglas Bader (English RAF Ace)

Group Captain Sir Douglas Robert Steuart Bader, CBE, DSO & Bar, DFC & Bar was a Royal Air Force flying ace during the Second World War. He was credited with 22 aerial victories.

Bader was born on February 21st 1910 in St John's Wood, London, the second son of Frederick Roberts Bader, a civil engineer, and his wife Jessie Scott MacKenzie. His first two years were spent with McCann relatives in the Isle of Man while his father, accompanied by Bader's mother and older brother Frederick, returned to his work in India after the birth of his son. At the age of two, Bader joined his parents in India for a year. When his father resigned from his job in 1913 the family moved back to London. Bader's father saw action in the First World War in the Royal Engineers, and was wounded in action in 1917. He remained in France after the war, where, having attained the rank of major, he died in 1922 of complications from those wounds in a hospital in Saint-Omer. Bader's mother was remarried shortly thereafter to the Reverend Ernest William Hobbs. Bader was subsequently brought up in the rectory of the village of Sprotbrough, near Doncaster, West Riding of Yorkshire. His mother showed little interest in Bader and sent him to his grandparents on occasion. Without guidance, Bader became unruly. Bader was then sent as a boarder to Temple Grove School, one of the "Famous Five" of English prep schools, however one which gave its boys a Spartan upbringing.

Bader's aggressive energy found a new lease of life at St Edward's School, where he received his secondary education. During his time there, he thrived at sports. Bader played rugby and often enjoyed physical battles with bigger and older opponents. In mid-1923, Bader, at the age of 13, was introduced to an Avro 504 during a school holiday trip to visit his aunt, Hazel, who was marrying RAF Flight Lieutenant Cyril Burge, adjutant at RAF Cranwell. Although he enjoyed the visit and took an interest in aviation, he showed no signs of becoming a keen pilot. Bader's formative years, he took less of an interest in his studies. However, Bader received guidance from his school's headmaster Warden Henry E. Kendall and, with Kendall's encouragement, he excelled at his studies and was later accepted as a cadet at RAF Cranwell. In 1928, Bader joined the RAF as an officer cadet at the Royal Air Force College Cranwell in rural Lincolnshire. On 13 September 1928, Bader took his first flight with his instructor Flying Officer W. J. "Pissy" Pearson in an Avro 504. After just 11 hours and 15 minutes of flight time, he flew his first solo, on February 19th, 1929. Bader competed for the "Sword of Honour" award at the end of his two-year course, but lost to Patrick Coote, his nearest rival.

On July 26th, 1930, Bader was commissioned as a pilot officer into No. 23 Squadron RAF based at Kenley, Surrey. Flying Gloster Gamecocks and soon after Bristol Bulldogs, Bader became a daredevil while training there, often flying illegal and dangerous stunts. While very fast for its time, the Bulldog had directional stability problems at low speeds, which made such stunts exceptionally dangerous. After one training flight at the gunnery range, Bader achieved only a 38 percent hit rate on a target. Receiving jibes from a rival squadron (No. 25 Squadron RAF), Bader took off to perform aerobatics and show off his skill. It was against regulations, and seven out of 23 accidents caused by ignoring regulations had proven fatal. Nevertheless, on December 14th, 1931, while visiting Reading Aero Club, Bader attempted some low-flying aerobatics at Woodley Airfield in a Bulldog Mk. IIA, K1676, apparently on a dare. His aircraft crashed when the tip of the left wing touched the ground. Bader was rushed to the Royal Berkshire Hospital. Both his legs were amputated one above and one below the knee. Bader made the following laconic entry in his logbook after the crash, "Crashed slow-rolling near ground. Bad show." In 1932, after a long convalescence, throughout which he needed morphine for pain relief, Bader was transferred to the hospital at RAF Uxbridge and fought hard to regain his former abilities after he was given a new pair of artificial legs. In time, his agonising and determined efforts paid off, and he was able to drive a specially modified car, play golf, and even dance. Bader got his chance to prove that he could still fly when, in June 1932, Air Under-Secretary Philip Sassoon arranged for him to take up an Avro 504, which he piloted competently. A subsequent medical examination proved him fit for active service, but in April 1933 he was notified that the RAF had decided to reverse the decision on the grounds that this situation was not covered by King's Regulations. In May, Bader was invalided out of the RAF, took an office job with the Asiatic Petroleum Company (now Shell) and, in October 1933, married Thelma Edwards, a waitress he meet during his convalescence.

Against a background of increasing tensions in Europe in 1937–39, Bader repeatedly requested that the Air Ministry accept him back into the RAF and he was finally invited to a selection board meeting at Adastral House in London's Kingsway. Bader was disappointed, it appeared that he would be refused a flying position but Air Vice-Marshal Halahan, commandant of RAF Cranwell in Bader's days there, personally endorsed him and asked the Central Flying School, Upavon, to assess his capabilities. On October 14th, 1939, the Central Flying School requested Bader report for flight tests on the 18th. He did not wait; driving down the next morning, Bader undertook refresher courses. Despite reluctance on the part of the establishment to allow him to apply for an A.1.B. (full flying category status), his persistent efforts paid off. Bader regained a medical categorisation for operational flying at the end of November 1939 and was posted to the Central Flying School for a refresher course on modern types of aircraft. In November, eight years after his accident, Bader flew solo again in an Avro Tutor; once airborne, he could not resist the temptation to turn the biplane upside down at 600 feet (180 m) inside the circuit area. Bader subsequently progressed through the Fairey Battle and Miles Master (the last training stage before flying Spitfires and Hurricanes). In January 1940, Bader was posted to No. 19 Squadron based at RAF Duxford near Cambridge, where, at 29, he was older than most of his fellow pilots. Geoffrey Stephenson, a close friend from his Cranwell days, was the commanding officer, and it was here that Bader got his first glimpse of a Spitfire. It was thought that Bader's success as a fighter pilot was partly because of his having no legs; pilots pulling high g-forces in combat turns often blacked out as the flow of blood from the brain drained to other parts of the body, usually the legs. As Bader had no legs he could remain conscious longer, and thus had an advantage over more able-bodied opponents.

Between February and May 1940 Bader practised formation flying and air tactics, as well as undertaking patrols over convoys out at sea. Bader found opposition to his ideas about aerial combat. He favoured using the sun and altitude to ambush the enemy, but the RAF did not share his opinions. Official orders/doctrine dictated that pilots should fly line-astern and attack singly. Despite this being at odds with his preferred tactics, Bader obeyed orders, and his skill saw him rapidly promoted to section leader. Bader was subsequently promoted from flying officer to flight lieutenant, and appointed as a flight commander of No. 222 Squadron RAF. Bader had his first taste of combat with No. 222 Squadron RAF, which was based at RAF Duxford and commanded by another old friend of his, Squadron Leader "Tubby" Mermagen. In May, 1940 Germany invaded France as well as it's neighboring countries. RAF squadrons were ordered to provide air supremacy for the Royal Navy during Operation Dynamo. While patrolling the coast near Dunkirk on June 1st, 1940 at around 3,000 ft (910 m), Bader happened upon a Messerschmitt Bf 109 in front of him, flying in the same direction and at approximately the same speed. Believing the pilot must have been a novice, taking no evasive action even though it took more than one burst of gunfire to shoot him down. In the next patrol Bader was credited with a Heinkel He 111 damaged. On June 4th, 1940, his encounter with a Dornier Do 17, which was attacking Allied shipping, involved a near collision while he was firing at the aircraft's rear gunner during a high-speed pass. Shortly after Bader joined 222 Squadron, it moved to RAF Kirton in Lindsey, just south of the Humber. After flying operations over Dunkirk, on June 28th, 1940 Bader was posted to command No. 242 Squadron RAF as acting squadron leader.

No. 242 Squadron was mainly made up of Canadians who had suffered high losses in the Battle of France and when Bader arrived were suffering from low morale. Despite initial resistance to their new commanding officer, the pilots were soon won over by Bader's strong personality and perseverance, especially in cutting through red tape to make the squadron operational again. Bader transformed No. 242 Squadron back into an effective fighting unit. Upon the formation of No. 12 Group RAF, 242 Squadron was assigned to the Group while based at RAF Duxford. After the French campaign, the RAF prepared for the coming Battle of Britain in which the Luftwaffe intended to achieve air supremacy. Once attained, the Germans would attempt to launch Operation Sea Lion, the codename for an invasion of Britain. The battle officially began on July 10th, 1940. On the 11th, Bader scored his first victory with his new squadron. The cloud base was down to just 600 ft, and forward visibility was down to just 2,000 yards. Bader was alone on patrol, and was soon directed toward an enemy aircraft flying north up the Norfolk coast. Spotting the aircraft at 600 yards, Bader recognised it as a Dornier Do 17, and after he closed to 250 yards its rear gunner opened fire. Bader continued his attack and fired two bursts into the bomber before it vanished into cloud. The Dornier, which crashed into the sea off Cromer, was later confirmed by a member of the Royal Observer Corps. Later in the month, Bader scored a further two victories over Messerschmitt Bf 110s. On August 30th, 1940, No. 242 Squadron was moved to Duxford again and found itself in the thick of the fighting. On this date, the squadron claimed 10 enemy aircraft, Bader scoring two victories against Bf 110s. On September 7th, two more Bf 110s were shot down, but in the same engagement Bader was badly hit by a Messerschmitt Bf 109. Bader almost baled out, but recovered the Hurricane. Bader claimed two Bf 109s shot down, followed by a Junkers Ju 88. Two days later, Bader claimed another Dornier. On September 14th, Bader was awarded the Distinguished Service Order (DSO) for his combat leadership. On September 24th, he had been promoted to the war substantive rank of flight lieutenant. During the Battle of Britain, Bader used three Hawker Hurricanes. The first, in which he scored six air victories. The second aircraft, Bader did score one victory and two damaged in it on September 9th. The third, in which he destroyed four more and added one probable and two damaged by the end of September. On December 12th 1940, Bader was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross (DFC) for his services during the Battle of Britain. His unit, No. 242 Squadron, had claimed 62 aerial victories.

On March 18th, 1941, Bader was promoted to acting wing commander and became one of the first "wing leaders". Stationed at Tangmere with 145, 610 and 616 Squadrons under his command, Bader led his wing of Spitfires on sweeps and "Circus" operations over north-western Europe throughout the summer campaign. During 1941 his wing was re-equipped with Spitfire VBs, which had two Hispano 20 mm cannon and four .303 machine guns. Bader flew a Mk VA equipped with eight .303 machine guns. Bader's combat missions were mainly fought against Bf 109s over France and the Channel. On May 7th, 1941 he shot down one Bf 109 and claimed another as a probable victory. The following month was more successful for Bader. On July 2nd, 1941 he was awarded the bar to his DSO. On the 12th, Bader found further success, shooting down one Bf 109 and damaging three others between Bethune and St Omer. Bader had been pushing for more sorties to fly in late 1941 but his Wing was tired. He was intent on adding to his score, which, according to the CO of No. 616 Squadron RAF Billy Burton, brought the other pilots and mood in his wing to a near-mutinous state. Bader's immediate superior of OC No. 11 Group, Fighter Command, relented and allowed Bader to continue frequent missions over France even though his score numbered 20 victories. Between March and August 1941, Bader flew 62 fighter sweeps over France.

On August 9th, 1941, Bader flying a Spitfire Mk VA without his wingman on an offensive patrol over the French coast, looking for Messerschmitt Bf 109s. Just after Bader's section of four aircraft crossed the coast, 12 Bf 109s were spotted flying in formation approximately 2,000 feet (600 metres) below them and travelling in the same direction. Bader dived on them too fast and too steeply to be able to aim and fire his guns, and barely avoided colliding with one of them. He levelled out at 24,000 feet (7,300 metres) to find that he was now alone, separated from his section, and was considering whether to return home when he spotted three pairs of Bf 109s a couple of miles in front of him. He dropped down below them and closed up before destroying one of them with a short burst of fire from close range. Bader was just opening fire on a second Bf 109, which trailed white smoke and dropped down, when he noticed the two on his left turning towards him. At this point he decided it would be better to return home; however, making the mistake of banking away from them, Bader believed he had a mid-air collision with the second of the two Bf 109s. Bader's fuselage, tail and fin were gone from behind him, and he lost height rapidly at what he estimated to be 400 mph (640 km/hr) in a slow spin. He jettisoned the cockpit canopy, released his harness pin, and the air rushing past the open cockpit started to suck him out, but his prosthetic leg was trapped. Part way out of the cockpit and still attached to his aircraft, Bader fell for some time before he released his parachute, at which point the leg's retaining strap snapped under the strain and he was pulled free. Bader's aircraft was not found. It is likely that it came down at Mont Dupil Farm near the French village of Blaringhem, possibly near Desprez sawmill. A French witness, Jacques Taffin, saw the Spitfire disintegrating as it came down. He thought it had been hit by anti-aircraft fire, but none was active in the area. There were also no Spitfire remains in the area. The lack of any remains was not surprising, owing to the Spitfire breaking up on its descent. After crashing Bader was soon taken prisoner by the Germans. The Germans treated Bader with great respect. When Bader was taken prisoner, he was sent to a hospital near Saint-Omer, near the place where his father's grave is located. On leaving the hospital, Colonel Adolf Galland and his pilots invited him on to their airfield and they received him as a friend. Bader was cordially invited to sit in the cockpit of Galland's personal Me109. Bader asked Galland if it was possible to test the 109 by "a flight around the airfield". Galland refused him with laughter!

Bader had lost a prosthetic leg when escaping his disabled aircraft. When he had baled out, Bader's right prosthetic leg became trapped in the aircraft, and he escaped only when the leg's retaining straps snapped after he pulled the ripcord on his parachute. General Adolf Galland notified the British of his damaged leg and offered them safe passage to drop off a replacement. Hermann Göring himself gave the green light for the operation. The British responded on August 19th, 1941 with the "Leg Operation" an RAF bomber was allowed to drop a new prosthetic leg by parachute to St Omer, a Luftwaffe base in occupied France. Galland stated in an interview that the aircraft dropped the leg after bombing Galland's airfield. Galland did not meet Bader again until mid-1945, when he arrived at RAF Tangmere as a prisoner of war. Bader escaped from the hospital where he was recovering by tying together sheets. Initially the "rope" did not reach the ground; with the help of another patient, he slid the sheet from under the comatose New Zealand pilot, Bill Russell of No. 485 Squadron, who had had his arm amputated the day before. Russell's bed was then moved to the window to act as an anchor. The plan worked initially. Bader completed the long walk to the safe house despite wearing a British uniform. Unfortunately for him, the plan was betrayed by a woman at the hospital. He hid in the garden when a German staff car arrived outside a house, but was found later. Over the next few years, Bader made himself a thorn in the side of the Germans. He often practised what the RAF personnel called "goon-baiting". He considered it his duty to cause as much trouble to the enemy as possible, much of which included escape attempts. He made so many escape attempts that the Germans threatened to take away his legs. In August 1942, Bader escaped with Johnny Palmer and three others from the camp at Stalag Luft III B in Sagan. Unluckily, a Luftwaffe officer of JG 26 was in the area. Keen to meet the Tangmere wing leader, he dropped by to see Bader, but when he knocked on his door, there was no answer. Soon the alarm was raised, and a few days later, Bader was recaptured. He was finally dispatched to the "escape-proof" Colditz Castle Oflag IV-C on August 18th, 1942, where he remained until April 15th, 1945 when it was liberated by the First United States Army.

After his return to Britain, Bader was given the honour of leading a victory flypast of 300 aircraft over London in June 1945. On July 1st, he was promoted to temporary wing commander. Bader was given the post of the Fighter Leader's School commanding officer. He received a promotion to war substantive wing commander on December 1st, and soon after was promoted to temporary group captain. Unfortunately for Bader, the fighter aircraft's roles had now expanded significantly and he spent most of his time instructing on ground attack and co-operation with ground forces. Also, Bader did not get on with the newer generation of squadron leaders who considered him to be "out of date". It is likely Bader would have stayed in the RAF for some time had his mentor Leigh-Mallory not been killed in an air crash in November 1944, such was the respect and influence he held over Bader, but Bader's enthusiasm for continued service in the RAF waned. In July 1946, Bader retired from the RAF with the rank of group captain to take a job at Royal Dutch Shell. Bader considered politics, and standing as a Member of Parliament for his home constituency in the House of Commons. He despised how the three main political parties used war veterans for their own political ends. Instead, he resolved to join Shell. He spent most of his time abroad flying around in a company-owned Percival Proctor and later a Miles Gemini. In September 1946, Bader was sent on a public relations mission for Shell around Europe and North Africa with United States Army Air Forces (USAAF) Lieutenant General James Doolittle, Doolittle having left active duty in January 1946. Bader's first wife, Thelma, developed throat cancer in 1967. Aware that her survival was unlikely, the two spent as much time with each other as possible. After a long battle, she died on January 24th, 1971, aged 64. Bader married Joan Murray on January 3rd, 1973. They spent the remainder of their lives in the village of Marlston, Berkshire. Bader campaigned vigorously for people with disabilities and set an example of how to overcome a disability. In June 1976, Bader was knighted for his services to disabled people. Bader died of a heart attack on September 5th, 1982 at the age of 72 in Chiswick, London. Afterwards On the 60th anniversary of Bader's last combat sortie, his widow Joan unveiled a statue at Goodwood, formerly RAF Westhampnett, the aerodrome from which he took off. The Douglas Bader Foundation was formed in honour of Bader in 1982 by family and friends many also former RAF pilots who had flown with Bader during the Second World War. One of Bader's artificial legs is kept by the RAF Museum at their warehouse in Stafford, and is not on public display.

#second world war #world war 2 #world war ii #british history #royal air force #aviation #air force history #aircraft #biography

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sparkie96 · 4 years

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17 with Chris/Leon please 🥺💕 love your work btw :)

(Side Note: I lost the initial prompt list, so I found another one an picked number 17 on that list)

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This always happened and Leon was starting to wonder if the only way to get a peaceful vacation was to fake his own death at this point. Either way, he was just relaxing by the pool, bathing in the sun when a large shadow stood over him and blocked out his sunlight. Well, a large shadow and a slightly smaller shadow, Leon pulling down his sunglasses to look over the rims of them.

What the fuck were Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine doing here?

“...Let me guess…” Leon began, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he sat up and removed his sunglasses, “Something went wrong...there’s BOWs involved, some asshole who works with the Los Illuminados or The Family is also involved,” Leon listed off, counting down with his fingers, “and now you need my help?” He held up his last finger, which also just so happened to be his middle finger, “But you had to make sure I was on vacation.”

Chris poked his tongue in his cheek as Jill raised a brow, looking between the two in annoyance. Her first assignment back in the field in years, and it had to be one where she had to deal with the difficult “Agent Kennedy” of the DSO. She had known this was going to either be a bad idea...or an irritating one. But since Leon had faced the Los Illuminados and The Family, who just so happened to be a part of “The Connections”, and Chris insisted, she begrudgingly went along with it.

“Guess, Sunshine.” Jill replied, “And for the record, we didn’t know you were on vacation.”

Leon looked to Chris, who looked away with a look of shame, “One of you did.”

When neither said anything right away, Leon scoffed, pulling on his beach shirt but not buttoning it up, standing up from his seat while picking up his Bahama Mama, “What is it this time?”

Chris went to sit down in the chair beside him, but Leon made a noise, canting with his head toward the hotel and telling them that they obviously couldn’t talk about it here for equally obvious reasons. So, they would have to take this no doubt headache inducing conversation upstairs. But first, he needed to stop by the Tiki Bar to get a refill so he could mentally prepare for said headache of a conversation.

She waited until Leon was out of earshot before talking to Chris, “Seriously?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, “Do we really need his help? And how did you know he was going to be here?”

“Yes, we do. He’s good at the stealth stuff...and he owes me a favor.” Chris replied, “And...I’m the one who got him the reservation here.”

“...Why would you do that?” Jill asked with a raised brow, “Is that why he owes you?”

“Well…”

Leon came back with a full glass of Bahama Mama, sipping at it as he perched his sunglasses on top of his head, “Alright, let’s go.”

They followed the agent through the hotel and into the elevator. The elevator ride up to Leon’s hotel room was quiet and kind of awkward, the sound of the Tropical Music playing softly on the elevator’s speakers in the background. To any bystander who would have boarded the elevator with the trio, the scene before them would have been laughable; with Chris and Jill dressed to the nines in military gear and uniform while Leon stood in front of them wearing nothing but swim shorts, an opened beach shirt, flip flops and sunglasses.

Jill watched the numbers as they ascended the floors until they reached the tenth and top floor, the elevator dinged loudly to let them know that they had arrived on their floor. The doors slid open as Leon stepped forward, Jill and Chris tailing him as he went to his room at the end of the hallway. They had earned some wary and cautious side glances and looks from tourists, but of course, Chris and Jill ignored them. Leon jokingly told one couple to take a picture, it would last longer.

Leon opened the door with the keycard, holding it open and stepping aside for them, “Ladies first.” He said, waving his hand inside.

Now it was Jill’s turn to scoff, “Such a gentleman.”

“Bite me, Valentine.” Leon replied casually.

“No, thanks.” Jill snapped, “I’m trying to stay sober.”

“Enough.” Chris simply said, gently grabbing Leon by the arm and nudging him forward into the room before closing the door behind them, “We need your help.”

“They always do.” Leon chuckled darkly, going forward until he reached the breakfast bar, standing on the side where the sink was, “So, can I get you anything? Drinks? Snacks?” He set down his drink at the counter before going to the bar, “A clue?”

Jill and Chris sat in the bar stools across from him, both politely declining. Though Jill did so a bit more sarcastically, informing Leon that he would benefit more from getting a clue than herself. Leon laughed at that, informing Chris that he liked Jill before turning away from the fridge. He decided to stand and lean against the counter in front of them, watching as Jill pulled a laptop from her messenger bag.

They filled Leon in on an incident that had happened down South in Louisiana. About a new virus, but this time in the form of a sort of “Mold” as well as an asset that had escaped with her husband to somewhere in Romania. There were rumors of the Plaga of course, but in terms of it being used in the mold and being used in a primitive village in Romania. It was thought to be where the parasite had originated, and that the asset, as well as whoever she was working with, intended on using it there.

“The Villagers there are showing signs of infection, as well as mutation.” Jill informed him, turning the laptop around to show Leon the files, “Look familiar?”

Leon overlooked the data and the details, wincing at the, dare he say, rabid looking villagers. Some even resembled werewolves, “Hauntingly so…” He replied, “So, what do you need me to do?”

“The government there isn’t willing to agree with the UN and grant the European Branch of the BSAA entry into their country,” Jill explained, “But...they’re willing to negotiate with the United States Branch...on the grounds that the United States Government gets involved and strikes a deal.”

Leon raised a brow, “What kind of deal?” He asked skeptically.

Chris and Jill exchanged obviously concerned and confused looks, Chris being the one to look back at Leon with an answer...sort of.

“That we don’t know.” Chris admitted, “But we know that you’re close to the president...and his cabinet. Maybe you could…?”

Leon shook his head, “I don’t have that kind of power.”

“No, but, with you with us…” Chris tried.

Leon didn’t like where this was going, “I’m not going back into that...I got a couple more years until I can opt out and retire. I don’t want to go through that…”

“If you don’t, think of all the people that could get infected!” Jill pointed out, “We can’t do this without you!”

“Leon, please…” Chris begged.

Both Jill and Chris genuinely flinched and jumped in their seats as Leon banged his fists on the counter, accidentally knocking his drink into the sink, the glass exploding into a firework of shards and alcohol. Leon was starting to panic, the memories he had tried locking away from all those years ago flashing before his very eyes. The villagers...the monsters. That awful fucking parasite writhing beneath the skin…

“Bite Me, Redfield!” Leon hollered at the man, just wanting to go back to his vacation, wanting to forget again, “I’m not fucking doing this again!”

They watched as he breathed heavily, his sunglasses having slipped from the top of his head to sit on the bridge of his nose, obscuring wide and anger filled blue eyes from view. His fists unclenched slightly, his palms laid flat out against the cold marble of the counter as he shook his head. He couldn’t do this...he didn’t want to do this...Chris had promised him after New York that he wouldn’t drag him into another shitshow ever again.

“Leon…” Chris tried once more, his voice as soft as his tone, but this time it was closer, the man now standing before him.

A Kevlar Gloved hand reached out and gently canted Leon’s chin up until they met eyes, Chris removing the sunglasses from Leon’s face. Those broken blues were now rimmed red, and Chris immediately felt guilty for coming here, but it was their only option. Leon held some power in the DSO, Ingrid Hunnigan had informed Jill and Chris that. Leon could influence the President and his council to negotiate a deal with Romania so Leon could come with them and they could stop The Connections and whatever they were planning.

Chris looked into his eyes with a look that made Jill realize exactly why Chris had done all this for Leon, “We need you.”

“You promised…” Leon whispered, looking back into his eyes.

Chris nodded, “I know...which is why...after this...we can retire together. Just...do this one last time with me…”

Tears brimmed in Leon’s eyes, the agent contemplating what Chris was saying and weighing his options before giving a nod, “One last time…”

#Chreon #Leon S. Kennedy #Chris Redfield #Jill Valentine #Pre-Resident Evil 8 #WIP Wednesday #Send Me Prompts #Send Me Asks

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sparrowsabre7 · 5 years

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Leon Saga Analysis

Marathoning all of the Leon Kennedy media back to back certainly gives a better appreciation for his character arc and how his personality evolves through the series. I would like to detour briefly before settling in proper to reiterate how great I think “Damnation” is as a piece of RE media. It’s got a slightly less wobbly than usual plot, great action and monster sequences, the antagonists have sympathetic goals for the most part, it has a great rug pull ending (see my other comments here) and Svetlana Belikova is a really solid big bad. She’s cool-tempered, calculating, unflappable, bests two series protagonists in hand to hand combat easily despite having no enhanced abilities, and even gets away with it (sort of) in the end. Really hope she returns someday as it would be a waste to bench such a compelling villain.

Anyway, back to notorious LSK. He starts RE2 as a rookie cop, well out of his depth and somehow manages to persevere through with a mixture of luck and help from various parties. Nonetheless, the game ends with him rather cheerily resolved to put and end to Umbrella and the virus, walking into the sunrise with Claire and Sherry; it’s an optimistic ending for Leon and one that doesn’t last.

In between games he’s essentially forced into the employ of the US government (and eventually the DSO) in order to protect Sherry Birkin’s welfare and chronologically next seen 4 years post-Raccoon working with Jack Krauser in South America. This Leon is still relatively optimistic, but in the company of a military man like Krauser he’s a little more reserved than his younger self, though he’s still only in his 20s at this point.

Fast forward another 2 years and Leon is a fully experienced agent, comfortably settled into the action hero role. He’s quippier here than in any other game, though retains a quiet confidence throughout, largely using humour to aggravate los Illuminados, or bring some levity to the situation when he’s around Ashley. This is probably the best it gets for Leon.

Moving in to Degeneration, he’s full professional, again working with other armed personnel, though still cracks jokes with Claire. He’s a little flat in this film, in part because of the animation and in part because of his role in the story but that’s largely down to direction and writing.

Damnation is where things start going grim for Leon, he still makes jokes, but he’s much drier and more sardonic. This Leon has seen some shit, now over a decade since from Raccoon City and little has changed. Corporations fall and a new one rises to take its place. He’s now actively drinking on the job, hip flask packed into his tactical vest and by the end of the movie, downing a bottle of vodka alone in his room, disillusioned with the government and the world at large. In his speech to Buddy he says that once they pick up a gun, they owe it to those who died to carry on and keep fighting. It’s clear that he sees this only ending one way, fighting til his very last breath.

In Resident Evil 6 the lighthearted action hero is gone. Leon remains more or less serious throughout, focused entirely on the mission except when Ada is concerned. I think largely Leon continues to cling on to Ada because, aside from his romantic attachment to her, she’s been the one constant in his life since this insanity started.

Now nearly 20 years on from RE2, Resident Evil Vendetta showcases Leon at his lowest point. He’s tired, jaded, and just wants to drink himself into oblivion. He’s seen friends die, some of them he killed himself, and the full weight of the ordeal comes crashing down on him. It’s fitting therefore that it’s Chris Redfield and Rebecca Chambers who pull him out of his funk. Chris is one of the few who can relate to Leon’s struggle, who’s fought since the beginning, and has likewise lost people in the battle against bioterrorism. He does for Leon what Piers did for him in RE6 and manages to remind Leon that they have an obligation to continue the fight for the greater good, while Rebecca gives him the metaphorical kick in the ass he needs to get up and do something about it.

I find this whole progression to be really fascinating in a series that is frequently chalked up as shallow or b-movie in concept and execution, but something games can do which movies and TV series often can’t is tell this kind of long-form growth over 20 years of material with the same character, because they don’t age or have scheduling conflicts like real actors. I hope that Capcom continues with this over the years of Resident Evil to come.

#resident evil #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #games #films #thoughts #resident evil damnation

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i-dentities · 4 years

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Consciousness returned to Ada, and she found herself in essentially a large metal box, full of the muffled sounds of motion. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she set her feet on the cold floor and stood. She took a deep breath, feeling jolts of pain run through her body, and noticed that she was no longer bound. Her wounds had been bandaged, her hair combed out, her ruined jumpsuit replaced with clean, dark grey sweats. A bag of pills and a bottle of water rested by her pillow on the cot.

This holding cell didn’t seem familiar, Ada noted as she swallowed a few pills- ibuprofen, iron supplement, vitamin C supplement, antibiotics. She couldn’t say she remembered anything about the one she’d fallen asleep in besides the half-formed clone reaching for her from a sludgy puddle, though, and she was pretty sure that was just the sleep deprivation. Her eyebrow quirked slightly as she found the door unlocked.

She was surprised to find, by a glance out one of the windows and the whooshing drumbeat she could hear clearly now, that she was in the belly of a transport helicopter.

“Good to see you awake, Ms. Wong,” said the DSO agent posted outside her door as she turned around, her voice just audible over the noise.

She gave a dismissive wave, rubbing her face groggily with the heel of her other hand. Was she about to have to fight? She took precise note of the location of a parachute pack on the wall. “Just Ada… for now.”

The guard gave a half-smile and a huff that could be taken as a laugh. “Yes, ma’am. I’m Jemma. Spencer’s up by the cockpit.”

So they had made the transfer already. Ada must have been half asleep. She relaxed muscles she hadn’t realized she’d been tensing; it was over. “Jemma. Cute name.”

With that, she picked her way forward to where Agent Spencer was buckled into a seat, focused on his phone screen. He looked up when he saw the movement in his periphery, and his eyes widened as he saw her.

“Ms. Wong,” he noted.

“Just Ada for now.”

“Right. I was just about to come wake you; we’re landing soon. Everything’s looking good.”

A slight smile found its way to her face. “Glad to hear it, after all that work. Did I--?”

He nodded. “There was a threat to the DSO’s planned route - or so it’s been said - and you had to be airlifted from a secondary location. The decoy chopper landed at the prison a few minutes ago. We treated your injuries and cleaned you up as well as we can while we’re in the air. Man, I could tell you were out of it, but you didn’t miss a beat. Sharp as ever.”

Her smile widened, growing more confident, looking more like herself. “I never do, Alec. I can’t say I don’t need shoes, though.”

“Of course.” Reaching under his seat, Spencer retrieved a pair of white high-tops.

Ada’s mouth drew to the side, hesitant, then she sighed and took them. “Guess I have to do this sometime, right?”

He laughed. “Welcome to California, Ada-- for now.” Not long after she’d put on sneakers for the first time in many years, the helicopter landed and she followed him out onto the roof of a high-rise.

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chloca-cola · 5 years

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Bear Witness Chap 1

This is a fic that I was inspired to write thanks to a group chat conversation haha

TW: none, just the reader incessantly teasing Leon (poor guy)

Pairings: Leon x reader

Word Count: 1,809

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"Leon, you are the only agent not assigned to something right now." Hunnigan explained, causing Leon to sigh heavily. Hanging his head in frustration, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I understand that, Hunnigan. It's not really in my job description to babysit."

"Well, it's not babysitting, so you should be good." She sassed right back at him, having gotten used to his mouth over the years. "Y/f/n y/l/n has got to be protected. She knows too much about the man who let loose the last virus. He's after her." Leon sighed again, knowing he would never win this fight anyway, he caved.

"Fine, there's nothing I can say to get me out of it, right?" Hunnigan smiled, nodding quickly.

"You're finally learning!" Leon scoffed, shaking his head at her. "You'll be moved in with her in that new condominium complex on the outskirts of town. She should be arriving soon, so be ready to leave as soon as she gets there." Hunnigan disconnected the call, and Leon put his phone in his pocket, groaning to himself over such a mundane job.

He had just begun to pack when knocking rapped against his door to the tune of 'shave and a haircut' and he grimaced. He walked to his front door, looking through the peephole to see you, apparently standing on your tiptoes to look back at him through the glass. You leaned back and waved at him, smiling brightly. The secret service agent tasked to escort you here did not look pleased in the slightest.

"Good luck, Kennedy." The mans burly voice boomed when Leon finally opened the door, and you laughed.

"Oh, come on Jenkins, it was a fun 30 minute ride!" You exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of your feet, playfully punching his chest and he grunted.

"For the last time. My name is Perkins. Not Jenkins." He grumbled as he quickly turned, leaving you in Leon's hands now. You turn and smile up at the taller man.

"You don't look like much." Leon observed, confused by why the previous escort seemed so surly.

"Haircuts a little outdated, don't cha think?" You teased him and Leon frowned, beginning to understand Perkins' displeasure. You pick up your bags and with a pep in your step, waltz into Leon's apartment, turning in a circle as you looked over his decor. "Not bad, my dude. Must make the big bucks babysitting people."

"I don't babysit people." He deadpanned, closing his door to go back to packing. "I'm not doing this because I want to." You snort out a laugh.

"Like I am?" You flop onto his couch, crossing your ankles on the coffee table before you, digging in your pocket for your phone.

"No, what the hell do you have that for?" Leon asked, incredulously, snatching the device from your hands. "Why didn't Perkins take this from you?" You give him a big shit eating grin.

"He did, my dude. I got sticky fingers though." You respond, holding up your hands and wiggling your fingers, while simultaneously wiggling your eyebrows at him. Leon huffed, turning off the phone, feeling his patience wearing thin already.

"They can track this if they want too." You shrug, folding your arms over your chest.

"Perkins said that too." Leon gaped at you like a fish out of water.

"Do you wanna be caught? If so, leave, not like I wanna look after you anyway. I've got better things I could be doing." His harsh words bit deep and he knew it immediately, and he sighed, relaxing his stance. "Sorry...I know you're going through a lot and that wasn't fair." You wave you hand at him flippantly, shrugging a shoulder and looking out the window next to you.

"It's all cool, guy. I get it, you don't want me around, but you've got me." You smirk at him, and lower your feet to the floor, joining him in his bedroom. "Whatcha packin'?" You asked in an unveiled innuendo, biting your bottom lip, dragging your eyes down his body, you heard an intake of breath, and his body tensed, before you grabbed a shirt from his suitcase.

Leon snatched the shirt away from you, quickly folding it and placing it back in the case. "Are you always this nosy?" You toss your head back with laughter, clapping his arm before you flopped on your back on his bed.

"Pretty much. That's a good color for you, in all seriousness." You say truthfully, motioning at the dark blue shirt with the hand that wasn't behind your head.

"Uh, thanks." You let him finish packing in silence, not denying the fact that you think this man is probably the most gorgeous person you've ever laid eyes on. You knew better than to let any curiosities get you, because as soon as Alan Reicherman was caught, you'd likely never see Leon again.

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At the condo, you whistled as you entered the vast living room. Dropping your bags in the doorway, causing Leon to trip slightly as you ran to the window to look at the view.

"This is some swanky shit, Skennedy." He grumbled under his breath, as he picked your bags up as well, depositing them and his own suitcase beside the couch.

"Either call me Leon or Agent Kennedy. Don't mesh my name together like that. It's annoying." You turned your upper body to smile at him, the first genuine one you've given him since you met. Leon's lips parted slightly as the sunset cast an ethereal glow around your form, finding it to be almost heavenly in this moment. He quickly shook his head to get the thought from his brain. You were a client, nothing more.

"Ok, boomer." The moment was gone as you snorted again, doubling over in laughter, and Leon groaned at you, rubbing his forehead. This was going to last forever. "I'm kidding, lighten up. I'll call you whatever you want me too." You continue to laugh as you pick up your bags and hauled one over your shoulder. "I'll call the room with the best bed!" You call over your shoulder as you inspected the rooms.

A few hours passed, and you were getting restless, fidgeting with your fingers, bouncing your leg, pacing the room, sighing loudly until Leon finally acknowledged you.

"Is something the matter, princess?" You toss your hands in the air, waving them around wildly.

"I'm bored, dude. Like how can you just sit there like that?" Leon shrugged, a small smile on his face as you sat on one of the barstools next to the island separating the living room and the kitchen.

"It comes with the job." You look at him, your chin cradled in your palm.

"Babysitting?" Leon scratched the back of his head in frustration, before shooting you a warning glare.

"I'm not a babysitter." You smile at him again, enjoying pushing his buttons a little too much.

"Yeah, you're too handsome to be a babysitter." You say off handedly. "If you were my babysitter, I'd do whatever necessary to get you to spank me." You admit, giving him a playful wink, and Leon covered his face with his hands. "So, what is your job then?" He looked over his finger tips at you, debating on if you were just going to throw another quip at him, but you were earnestly curious.

"I'm an agent in the DSO." He explained, simply and you quirked an eyebrow, motioning with your hands for him to continue. "A special division for efficiently and quickly eliminating any crisis that threatened the United States of America and its people." He responded and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"That actually sounds like it would be a cool job. Much better than babysitting me." You smile at him, standing up and moving to sit next to him on the couch. "But then again. It's me, so you've been blessed." He rolled his eyes at you, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes.

Leon awoke several hours later, not realizing he had drifted off, surprised he could with your incessant teasing him. Speaking of that, Leon sat upright, you were nowhere to be seen or heard for that matter. He jumped up, moving to the room you claimed as yours, seeing the clock on the wall read 1 in the morning. Figuring you just moved to you bed, he was shocked to see that the bed in question was empty.

Panic began to grip him, as he began checking the other rooms, gun drawn and ready for action if needed. Nowhere, you were nowhere, and he closed his eyes. He would be dead if someone had got in to take you, so that was out of the question. So where could you be. He explicitly told you to not leave this place.

Like you would listen to him.

A soft rustling in the kitchen caught his attention, and he moved slowly as to not startle who or what ever was making the noise. He turned the corner, gun trained on you and you looked up at him in surprise, cheeks puffed out full of Fruity Pebbles. You slowly chew on the mouthful before smiling brightly at him.

"Where did you get that?" You give him a confused look, before looking down at the box of cereal in your possession pointing at it, with a raised eyebrow, before shrugging.

"Couldn't tell ya." He tilted his head and gave you a skeptical look, replacing his gun in its holster.

"You left didn't you?" You feigned innocence accused, as if he had just told everyone in the world that you kick puppies.

"I would never do that, Leon!" He pursued his lips, pointing at the floor next to you, where his car keys sat and you blinked at them.

"My keys are right there." You swallowed your food before picking them up and tossing them up onto the nearby table.

"No they're not." You shrug, pointing up at the table and he scoffed, feeling aggravation building again.

"I just saw you throw them." You blink at him, placing your palm on your chest.

"It's not my fault you just leave your keys on the floor, man." He growled at you, tugged at his hair, before taking a deep calming breath, pointing at you, in an almost defeated manner.

"No more leaving." He said sternly, and you bite back a smile, popping another handful of cereal in your mouth.

"You're not my dad." You teased him, and he hung his head, causing you to giggle. "C'mon, Leon, it's bedtime anyway. I'm done with my midnight snack." You say, standing and placing the box on top of the fridge, before linking arms with him, laying your cheek on his bicep and leading him to the bedrooms.

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