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Well, he'd loved Stacy like that. What he remembered of her. A little sister shrouded in the cloud of his past life, the one with parents and family dinners. She was young when she passed, but occasionally he heard her chime-like giggles in his dreams. Sherry was like that.

my keen sense of perception is giving me the impression that you are upset .

He didn't ever tell her that, per-say. Clearly she knew about him. The tone of his voice was enough to let her know his mood, never mind his energy. Leon took the seat beside her, elbow finding a home on his knee and chin finding itself on his knuckles. If his tone gave it away ... his energy must be insane.

"I'm not upset."

Lips pressed into a thin line, eyes stuck on the screen. It took a second until he cracked, the corner of his mouth twitching up and a soft snort escaping him.

"Working me into a hole. Paperwork. Paperwork. For the entire Raccoon City thing. Do I look like I want to type at a desk all day?" A beat. "What are you working on?"

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Malaise never registered as some out of place peculiarity. How could he not feel decades of wear and tear that settled in bones and muscles after a life in a constant state of survival? So when mornings became more of a dredge than normal, and a sickly weight sat in his lungs ― it registered as nothing more than a cold on a bad day. ― Then bad days persisted into weeks― and lavender smears turned black ―

' Leon― ! '

Its the distress coating his name in a quick gasp that brought to light to a growing mass. That body aches weren't simply a culmination of haunting wounds and age―nor bruises from usual culprits― something was very wrong.

One by one, tests turned up negative― all but one....and in that moment only him―

𝙲.𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍: 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙲. 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍: 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙴.𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 ( 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 ) 𝙹. 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎: 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚁. 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙷. 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚣: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 ( 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 ) 𝙻.𝚂. 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

The roster was scattered. A tight list of positives with one common denominator. What little relief there was in short numbers― and despite the odds― Leon had to check. Had to be sure of one name caught up in that night with him 28 years ago.

Secure locks barely got a beep out before the agent coursed through door after door. Wasting little time as he breezed through a memorized path in a labyrinth of office doors and cubicles. He knew her door by heart. A frequent flyer if there ever was one― while it had saddened him at one time that she followed his stead; it was easily overshadowed by pride and a silver lining that he could see her more than he was allowed to in the last 20 years.

The night before a mission was always riddled with countless hours of being awake. Instead of lying there in bed, she took her thoughts to the couch. The tv was on low when the other shuffled in, catching Circe off guard. Sherry was kind enough to lend a hand, watching Amelia while she was away. With it being an early morning deployment - it made sense to have her stay over. ❝ It's normal. ❞ Spoken with a half hearted shrug.

❝ Was there something you needed? ❞ Body positioning itself to be ready to stand if need be.

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a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

Abbey: not compliant at all. pretty rebellious and strong willed.

Gracie: depends. she is much less stubborn than Abbey but it's not good to push her buttons either. when she was in the lab, she mostly went with what they wanted to avoid punishment but like everyone else, she has a breaking point and they certainly paid for it.

T hey were both treading amongst the masses of the D.S.O bureau as dying, soon to be expired, representatives, as disposable instruments for a government that couldn't care an ounce for their wellbeing -------- As the relentless fingers of death, taking the infuriating guise of the T-virus, gradually coiled around their throats, toying with their mobility, their functionality, day by day, and will unendingly keep executing so, whilst chortling cruelly aloft amidst his scrutinization, until it abruptly decides it's grown ever bored and ultimately snaps their brittle continuation into naught but mere information forgotten on crumpled reports. -- Before that climax is brought into actualization, he wanted, no, he needed, to disclose a secret, the precise reason for his position as a presidential agent, he's withheld from the diligently eminent woman he considered his daughter, for decades, thus he had approached her appointed office and connected a knuckle, unhesitatingly, against the wooden veneer of her ajar door. ------ Shoulders tautening, nerves arousing, he clears his windpipe out loud, further announcing his attendance. " Hey, Kid. " He addresses her lightly, intonation gruff with age, blue eyes peering in her explicit direction, softening as he encounters her profile. " Can you spare this old man a moment of your time to talk in private? ---------- I'll treat you to lunch. "

T wilight hours were commencing to demonstrate their existence as the sun gradually succumbed to its appointed repose. ------ Parked immobily by a cliffside where the municipality beneath extended like a beautified, illuminant canvas, reminding him that the hearts of the living pressed on amidst the unknownbilities skulking about the earth in the guise of human greed and scientific curiosities, sat a man, an agent of the DSO operative agency, within his newly-purchased vehicle, awaiting the arrival of his young colleague. -- Back of uniform exhaustedly pressed against his utilized seat, cellular apparatus held tightly, securely, in his right extremity - Icy-blue eyes fixating intently upon the screen that exhibited countless news reports appended to a momentous case he will forthwith be attending. Mutated cadavers, configurated innards heretofore acquainted yet have remained undyingly appalling, were discovered adjacent to an abandoned edifice, an inkling of experimentations gone amiss and left to deteriorate.

" -------- What are they even doing over there? " he murmurs, intonation percolating discontent with how the upper-ups were conducting these confidential happenstances to the populace. Lips purse as he scowls --- Before he could allow more thoughts to emit through his teeth, his ears caught an impending sound, a woman's vocalizations that erupted as a notificational shriek, and momentarily, he had been jostled against his steering wheel, his source of information meeting crumbed-infested carpet. Two vehicles connected; the front of a motorcycle struck the rear bumper of his Porsche. He unbuckles his belt and forthwith exits his vehicle, soon to be greeted by the visage of a shaken-up Sherry. " Hey, you alright? -That was quite a collision." he locomotes to her trembling flank to comfort her as he often had since her recruitment, since the day he and Claire had taken her under their guidance. - Once he discerns her nerves have sufficiently eased, he squats to scrutinize his property and exhales a profound breath. It dented, a telling that he'll have to invest in getting it repaired. " You know what - I was thinking of modifying her bumper, anyway. " Palm on her shoulder, he gently squeezes.