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Starter for Chris.
The sound of fresh blowing air sounded from the parted window in the corner. The white drapes flicking gently upon the breeze and tickled the exposed face of the male nestled on the flat of the mattress. The sound of traffic getting heavier by the hour had suggested that it was time for work - there was no sun to be seen either. The usual UV rays warm and welcoming to those waking up had been shrouded by an ashen overcast creating more of a gloomy morning as it just so happened to be that exactly for the one who had sought refuge in the crummy motel - a halfway point for his final destination. He was to meet with one other on an assignment that required his immediate attention. Leon was always eager to aid those in need, and over the years his ambition had taken him far and wide across the world to be on the front lines of bio attacks. This time he had been on the road for a total of 12 hours; an eyelid parted slowly to unveil a green orb that peered out into the window partially closed by the curtains. Slowly he motioned himself across the mattress so that his legs hung over the edge of the bed. The soles of his bare feet touched the carpet hairs bringing an instant soothing sensation to the balls of his feet. Leon lifted a hand up through his dirty blond hair, each one cast to the side of his visage to conceal a single side of his complexion.
Leon tensed his thighs before lifting himself up from the mattress, the sounds of early morning Cicada's sounded from the opening of his window separated only by a screen from the outside world. Sadly the spot that he had chosen was just a few miles outside of the Boston International airport. The soles of his feet patted upon the floor on his way over toward the sofa, and he lowered his posture down into the foamy cushion of the motel sofa. He reached a hand over to grip his socks and tugged each one over his foot and halfway up his shin. Next had come a pair of all purpose terrain shoes, feet filling the interiors of his shoes. He made sure the laces were nice and firm before applying a secured knot over each of his boots to lock them properly over his feet. Suddenly his focus had upturned to the sound of loud engine pistons that sped by the view of his window. He didn't catch the vehicle in the act, but he knew that it was likely too early for that kinda nonsense. That was the cop in him; He fit his arms through the sleeves of his jacket and patted each polyester sleeve down to make sure that the coat nestled properly over his form. Once he was dressed for the journey ahead, he reached a hand down to the carrying handle of his rolling suitcase. An extra change of clothes, as well as some necessities, were tucked inside. The agent grabbed the room keys, and made his way over toward the door he used to get in. He took a final glance at the room interior and was about halfway down the sidewalk taking in the sounds around him in full circle - everything hitting him at once. Leon felt his phone vibrate against his hip, and he reached in to bring up the screen which displayed "I miss you.." The words had brought a small grunt from his lips, followed by a soothing smile. He tapped his thumbs against the screen to type back. "I miss you too."
Leon knew that this was what he was good at, but he would've resulted to drinking a long time ago if it wasn't for the supportive people that he had in his life. He inserted the phone into the slit of his denim pants pocket and continued to drag the wheels of his suitcase down the path on his way toward his jeep. The soles of his boots clacking softly upon the concrete pavement, as he passed partially into the parking lot on the passenger back seat. A light chime sounded from the jeep, and the back door lock had popped. A hand reached into the handle to pull it open and the bag was tossed into the back seat. Once he had secured his luggage, he shut the door and pressed his thumb on the 'lock' function of the key. The front yellow headlights flashing once to indicate that the vehicle was secured. Leon rounded the front from the right side of his new jeep and started down the path toward the managers' office. He jiggled the handle of the door and walked inside with a knock. "Hey, checking out.." Leon announced with the key coming to rest on the polished front counter desk. Moments later an elderly man walked out from the back, and Leon presented the man with a smile before he reached into his black wallet to retrieve a set of 20's. The bills fanned out into his palm and then handed to the man. "have a good day, sir. Thank you for choosing the Boston motel." Leon inserted his palm into the males hand. "Take care.." Leon said before he folded his wallet back, and fit it into his rear denim pocket. The agent walked back out of the front lobby, and started back toward his vehicle. The hairs on the side of his complexion drifted gently along the breeze that greeted him, and back over toward his jeep. His thumb reaching into his pocket to press the unlock button his key, and the jeep chimed once to indicate that the jeep was unlocked.
Leon didn't know what he would expect exactly, just that he would be provided with a special airline toward his destination. The agents would greet him just beyond the security gate at the runway; He was also told to bring a change of clothes for his stay over seas, and that his mission would involve a partner which they had chosen to keep anonymous until they were to meet face to face; Leon stepped up into his jeep, and fit the key in the ignition. His fingers twisting the key until the engine roared to life. His leg vibrated once more, and he reached in to glance down at his brightly lit screen. "Take care of yourself out there. x" Leon felt a warm pulse from his torso, and another smile formed on his hairless tiers. He slid the phone back into his pocket, and knew that he had a reason to make it back alive. He reached his hand up to the shifter and pulled it into the R function. The jeep rolled back crackling upon the pebbles of the pavement. He set the gear shift to the D function and the jeep pulled forward; The sounds of Linkin Park had filled the interior of the car, one of his favorite bands with the song "Numb". He felt the need to say and turned the dial to increase the volume. He pulled out into a vacant lane in between the cars, and passed through intersecting vehicles on his way to the airport. They all had a similar destination he suspected, and very likely one other.
Leon had finally made it to the airport and pulled into the security side gate. Stopping just short of the steel fence that halted him from going any further. "Can I help you, sir?" Leon reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a black leather identification wallet. He popped it open to unveil his necessary clearance of a DSO agent, and the guard gestured his head within a nod before the gate slowly parted to let him through. The tires of his jeep were met with free road ahead, nothing blocking his path for miles - just wide open street that was his to travel on - he was even tempted to put on a poison song and speed down the runway while obnoxiously singing out the lyrics. as he did so. But he was here on business and matters that required his immediate attention. So he followed the path of the airport until he had arrived in front of a custom Boeing 727-30 aircraft. That was it, no real brand on it either - federal transport; He parked his jeep right next to the neatly lined up black suv's, and pushed his shoulder on the frame of the driver side door. Once opened he was greeted with the nourishing tingle of that cold northern breeze. He stepped out onto the runway and reached into the backseat to retrieve his carry on luggage. The bag small enough to hold exactly what he needed, and when he spotted the two agents waiting for him at the tops of the stairs. Leon had stopped short of the stairs and pushed the handle of his bag back down into the luggage. He curled his fingers into the handle of the bag and ascended up until he heard "Agent Kennedy, welcome aboard." He latched his fingers into he senior agents appendage and shook it firmly. Leon was greeted with several things, the wide-open interior of the plane, several gun racks fitted with the latest in American military firepower, and Chris Redfield. The S.T.A.R.S survivor from the spencer estate.
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