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Leon Kennedy, a D.S.O. agent tasked with the mission of saving the young Miles Morales. After the tragedy in Raccoon City, the rookie police man was hired and trained to become an agent of the Government of America.Miles, son of the President of the United States was captured by unknown entities. The last trace of him? A Telephone signal sent via a cell phone; coming from remote areas in Spain.Where was he? Valdelobos. A very isolated, rural area in Valdelobos. A place stuck in time, where the most advanced technology probably was only cars and lightbulbs. To understand how Baby Eagle [Miles Morales] sent a signal in this general location was difficult. No trace of him, disappearing out of nowhere. There was no theory other than that Miles was kidnapped.The blonde agent had begun his investigation. The first thing the man would have had to do was get in touch with the inhabitants, introduce himself and his purpose. Then, maybe, if he was lucky he'd obtain information. The first thing they saw was a house surrounded by trees he encountered within seconds of his arrival.Leon, who arrived at his destination, prepared himself to set off to the isolated mountains covered in the cold forests of Spain. The Police office car was parked at a random curb next to a bridge that was on the brink of falling down. He luckily wasn't alone on this mission. He was accompanied by the local police officers that drove him to the closest location they could get with a car. He made sure to keep in contact with HQ back in the US, communicating his progress and concerns to Hunnigan, a communications expert working with the United States government.“Better be careful out there, eh, guiri? This is not the place for modern day law and regulations.” One of the officers warns Leon before he steps out of the car. “Guess there needs to be a new cowboy in town.” Leon responds, stepping out of the car. The officers wait for Leon to come back, smoking cheap cigarettes with the car blasting old Kumbaya.Leon nears the front door of the old house. His gun in his holder, and a photo of Miles he saved in his pocket. Now, he knocked on the door but there was no response. In classic Leon fashion he kicked the front door down, a self invitation, if you will.The place smelled musky, like burnt wood and another smell; one that was reminiscent of rotten organic matter (Food, meat, you know.) The old styled wood floor cracked with each step Leon took, he slowly made his way into the living room. Aiming his weapon cautiously in alert. He saw a man standing in front of the chimney.Leon holstered his gun, and pulled out the picture instead“Hey, name's Leon, Government Agent from the U.S pres—”… No response. ‘Might not be understanding me.’ Leon thought, approaching the man; who never turned around to face Leon.“I was wondering if you recognize this boy in this photograph?” Leon walks up to the man. He seemed out of the ordinary, except the man wasn't acknowledging Leon's presence, like a normal person would.… The villager turned around now that Leon was meters away from him. He briefly made eye contact, and as soon as his gaze found the photograph Leon held, the man frowned. His red ugly eyes pierced through Leon's beautiful baby blue eyes.“¿Qué carajo estás haciendo aquí? ¡Lárgate cabrón!” He grabbed his axe in a matter of a second, furiously launching himself forward with a brute swing towards Leon. The blond was fast to react and backed off immediately. Quickly dodging with his expertise and skill. Why is the villager aggressive all of the sudden? Was it because of the photo? Or because Leon invaded his fucking house like it was nothing? Didn’t matter now; he was a hostile enemy to Leon.Mister L wasted no time, pulling his gun out and aiming at the man, and shooting him twice. Two shots was enough to take him down, the blasting noise of the bullets echoed from across the living room to the outside.“What was that guy's deal..?” Leon husks in a low voice, inspecting the dead body with his eyes.How Ironic, mister L invites himself to this random house and expects the resident of the house not to be mad at him for that. :\The loud noise alerted any and everybody nearby, if there was anybody else other than Leon and officers that is. That's when he heard the sound of a car driving off, and another car— a collision happened somewhere outside.“You got your friends coming over?” Leon said sarcastically out of slight frustration, the dead body on the ground didn't matter anymore. The only noise that came after the collision was the noise of steps and old men yelping like bitches (hyenas?!!).30 minutes into the mission and he was already facing real danger. This had been the first time since Raccoon city..The blondie with his skill and experience acquired from all the training the government had forced him in, the man went upstairs, to try to find another exit.Ganados surrounding the house screamed and held up their tools with aggressiveness and threatening swings. “¡Ahí está!, ¡agarrenlo!” They scream. Their nasty, hoarse mouths screaming like beasts. He looked back to check, and sure enough—no police car, yeah, they're gone.Leon quickly jumped out the windows, rolling in the air and landing ‘smoothly’ (with back pain of course) on the ground, surrounding himself in the danger he had just witnessed.All it took was his gun, his precise aiming, and a couple missed shots. Just like that, the hostiles laid on the ground, ready to rest for eternity. Leon thought it was a dream, the way their culos exploded out of their heads with a single gunshot and made them fall to the ground, AND, he wouldn't be faced with legal charges for the assassinations.“What was that? Did you just call me Americano dih-mier-dah?” Yup, the villagers were really mad, key word: WERE.[Americano dih-mier-dah = Americano de Mierda = American piece of shit]‘Just like Raccoon city back again, except it's with people yelling like idiots instead of zombies moaning. Ah,Gotta talk to my girl about this.’Those who attempted to harm Leon were now dead. They were aggressive just like the first civilian Leon encountered. That crazy look in their eyes, combined with aggressive stupidity and lack of combat skills; Yeah, they are under some sort of mind-control.… one breath, Leon holstered his gun.“Hunnigan, s’ this shit on? Oh, there we go.” Leon tuned into the walkie talkie.“Leon, can you hear me?”
Hunnigan spoke into her headset in a concerned tone. “Loud and clear boss.” Leon sarcastically affirmed.“So, how'd the first encounter with the locals go? Did you get any info on Baby Eagle’s location?”
Hunnigan hummed into the microphone, as she looked at Leon through the walkie talkie’s screen. Old 2000's technology at its peak.“About that.. I killed them. The residents were evil, and hostile. They tried to kill me. No information obtained.”
Leon firmly informs, his tone not wavering or showing any remorse over him killing the residents. “They appear to be under some drug of sorts, local herbs maybe? Aggressive, strong, pendejos with red eyes. I was forced to deal with them the rough way, they attacked the officers who accompanied me. I don't see them anywhere.”“I’m updating my— files, just give me a second. Okay, Leon? Your mission has been updated. You're on your own while we contact reinforcement. They should be on the way. Remember, collect as much information as possible while we try to figure out what's got the residents acting aggressive. Try to verify where the officers went, and… Take care.” Hunnigan adjusted her glasses and spoke into the microphone, like a robot trying to get her lines done. Leon did not have a chance to reply as the line soon blurred and the signal shut off.“Great.”…Leon lets out a groan, tucking the Walkie Talkie on his pocket in slight frustration. The “rotten bodies” (Meaning these mother fuckers could know a thing or two about skin-care) lied on the ground near, now rotting even more than when they were alive [BTW FUCK ME FOR ADDING THIS, IDGAF BUT THE ANGRY CRAZY MFS ARE WEARING VERY OLD STYLE CLOTHES LIKE AMISH] . He takes a look around where the old police car used to be, seeing how it was thrown off a cliff and got stuck at the bottom of the river. “Perfecto~, hope they manage through all that, but dammit, my lunch was inside that car.”
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“Perfecto~, hope they manage through all that, but dammit, my lunch was inside that car.”It had only been the beginning, and it was already a life threatening mission. But remember how capable Leon was; Not in Spanish, though.Leon was forced to decide where he would go next. No guides or clear maps, just smart guesses and gut feelings. The dim evening light enveloped everything in a grayish yellow light. Not a welcoming locale.“Better get going with this before it gets dark.” Leon walked past the House, setting off deeper through the only clear path there was. It was carved out of foot steps, dry leaves scattered on the ground, and tree roots sticking from the soil. The only directions present were on the left side. A sign that read “El pueblo”, signaling that following the path led to said destination.His only reason to keep going being the poor, poor, poor, scared Miles. He likely was so scared, starved, injured… Leon couldn't simply take it slow–he just couldn't. Lmfao, who am I kidding? The mf just wanted to bag all that cash, the tighty booty jeans and a new 2000 dollar jacket. 🤭The wind began to embrace his body with flying leaves traveling like birds–or bugs everywhere. The narrow nature of the way widening more as he began to notice something strange. Strings? Strings attached to two bombs. The first few Leon came across were very visible, so stupidly easy to go around.Leon was quick to take note of this: these were traps placed simply to scare anyone who dared not to turn around and leave.“It looks like they want me dead. Got it, not very fun people.” At the end of all of this chaotic mess, there were two large gates. Not any regular gates, these was crafted in such a way–with a hard thick material, and a sturdy fence that surrounded the hills that were the foundation to this whole mess within society [By that I mean these idiotic crazy psychopaths stuck in time I'M SO STRESSED WRITING THIS, IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND OR FIND IT DULL THEN DM ME ON DISCORD SO U CAN HELP ME FIX IT IT'S punkflowerz.]Leon approached the gates, warily avoiding every single mine along the way. The old wood of the gates creaked as his strong arms (yummy..) pushed them forward, forcing them open and revealing the anticipated village the signs warned him about. His eyes widening more, as he took a closer look in the distance with his Binoculars. Many ganados were what he saw–all outside working together. A community of loonatics that produced their own food; very isolated from the modern world (“back in the day” ahh town :o). Meorrww~
Leon tried not to make himself get noticed but it was then when one fat bald enemy coincidentally turned his head. “Hey, ¡acá!” The fatty screamed which created a chain reaction from everyone. “¡Os voy a romper a pedazos!”, “¡Agarrenlo!”. Every single fucking soul in the village coming after Leon. The Bitch-hoes (I call them that because they look stupid and evil) threatened with knives, crop tools, and even stoves. Chickens ran everywhere, and the cows hid inside the barns.“Damn you guys don't gotta go all out for me, Fuck.” In seconds Leon grabbed his gun and went to town, shooting the ones that were the closest to him. He ran from place to place attempting to locate an exit or something..It was a bit of an understatement to say that Leon wasn't struggling to kill these bitches; They were fat and that meant they could take more than one bullet. He may have been the ‘Unstoppable Racoon city sursiver’ but he sure was struggling keeping up with the horde.. Suddenly a bell echoes through the village. All the villagers dropped their tools and started chanting something. One specific woman in the hord, fat and short, dropped what appeared to be headless chickens. [filled with bombs inside];>“La campana”“Tenemos que irnos”“Es hora... de rezar…”"Lord O'hara..."“Tienes suerte no te lanze una de mis malditas pollas, les atasque bombas adentro..” (“You are mfcking lucky I didnt throw any of the chickens at you, I stuffed bombs inside these bitches.”)“What was that? Where's everyone going? Bingo?”