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Now let’s begin.

Chronicle 4: Tea and crackers.

It was 11:00pm when Claire heard the door to the house open; she raised her head alertly and saw someone walking through the hall to the bedroom. The door opened to reveal Leon, who had just got home and looked like hell.

“Leon,” Claire began, noticing the frown on his face. “How did the meeting go?”

He didn’t say anything at first; instead he walked over to the bed and sat on it, sighing heavily.

“Not well,” He answered, lowering his head. “To be honest, I’m not sure how it happened. One minute it was fine and the next…”

He stopped right there, he seemed to be confused and troubled. Claire got up from her spot on the bed and sat next to him; she put her hand on his cheek and had her look at him.

“Tell me what happened,” She asked, looking him in the eyes.

Leon paused and sighed, “Well, I don’t know where to begin really. I was amazed I could even convince the President to let Angel see him, took me all day to get it to work. Well, he called my office around six and I told him the news, an hour later we were in the waiting room outside the office…”

3 hours ago…

“The President will see you two now,” the secretary announced, before disappearing behind the door.

Leon and Angel stood up and approached the door to the office; they paused for a minute and entered the room. The two of them walked over to the middle of the Oval Office and stood in front of the desk, behind the desk was of course the President, next to him was his wife and on the other side were Ashley and Logan. The President cleared his throat and signaled for the two of them to sit, when they did he addressed the two of them.

“Now… Angel was it? Mr. Kennedy has informed me that you have some valuable information, now I have done what is requested and halted the background check. So the information you’re going to present to me today must be worth it.”

Angel nodded and placed a briefcase on the table, “I understand sir.”

He unlatched the locks and opened the metal case, he pulled out a yellow folder and cleared his throat, “I have information about an agent of the company Umbrella; I’m sure you know of the name Albert Wesker.”

The President nodded, “Do know of his whereabouts?”

“No,” Angel shook his head. “But what I’m about to show you is more important.”

After that he opened the file and placed at on the desk for the President to see; the file held multiple photos of rotten corpses with white eyes and mutilated skin. The President drew his breath and placed down the photos, he looked back at Angel, clearly disgusted by the photos.

“Why are you showing me this?” He asked.

Angel pointed to one of the photos on the desk and said, “This one is from 1998, during the outbreak in Raccoon City.”

He pointed to another photo and said; “This one was taken little under six days ago.”

The President’s eyes went wide and picked up the photo to have another look at it, Leon saw Logan crane his head to try and get better look at them, Ashley went a little pale tried to avoid looking at the photos. The President stared at the photo for a long time and looked at Angel.

“How can I know that this photo is valid?” He asked.

“We can have a team check them if it will satisfy you,” Angel suggested.

“I meant how do I know that the body in the picture is a victim of the virus?” He clarified.

“Oh,” Angel rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, well if you look at the decaying bit on the cheek you’ll notice a purplish substance. And one more thing; the eyes have no sign of pupils, even when someone is dead you would see the round orb of a pupil, zombies do not show these signs.”

The President reexamined the photo and set it down, looking alert and attentive, “And you said this was taken a little under than six days ago?”

“Correct,” Angel nodded. “I believe Albert Wesker is trying to recreate the G Virus, he has even increased the serum by adding Plagas DNA.”

“Plagas?” The President asked.

“It’s what those people were infected with in Spain dad,” Ashley piped up. “It’s what they tried to infect me with.”

“Infect…” The President looked at her alarmed. “Are you saying you’ve been infected?!”

“Sir,” Leon interrupted, “Ashley and I removed the Plagas samples before we escaped, we’ve been checked over and there isn’t anything left of them inside us.”

“Yes,” Angel nodded, “According to the research by a man named Luis Sera: the Plagas have weaknesses to intense light and heat. From what Leon told me, he used a surgery tool that was designed to use electricity. This is how they were removed from their bodies.”

The President still looked alarmed at the thought of his daughter being infected, but he sat himself back down and collected his thoughts.

“Do you have anything else to back up this claim?”

Angel pulled out another folder from his briefcase and pulled out some papers from the folder, he handed it to him and began to explain.

“These folders are transfer requests from an unknown caller to request a Quarantine Team and transfer several victims to a ‘quarantine location.’”

“How do these reports prove your theory?” The President asked.

Angel took back the report and read off a line, “Request of transfer… multiple victims, human and creature; must be handled with extreme care for quarantine victims are dangerous and carry a disease that can be passed by biting.”

Angel put down the report and said, “Have you ever heard of quarantine victims that are dangerous enough to warn them they could be infected when bitten? Not just the creatures, but humans too?”

The President sat there thoughtfully, Leon was hoping that the evidence Angel presented would be enough to convince him to take action. Finally the President came out of his thought process and said.

“Would it be too much trouble to ask if you had an idea on this quarantine location?”

Angel nodded, “I have an idea on the quarantine location.”

He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his briefcase and laid it over the table, it looked like a map of a heavily forested region. He picked up a pen from his desk, leaned forward, and drew a circle around a small square on the map.

“This area here used to be the sight of an Umbrella testing zone, they have abandoned it for years, however, according to the Quarantine records this area is now used as a facility for quarantine cases,” He explained. “This area also has a small piece of importance to Wesker.”

“Wait a minute,” Leon interrupted, examining the map. “Isn’t this… the Arklay Mountains?!”

“Yes, this area is where Umbrella first tested their zombies. And not for from there… is Raccoon City, before it blew to smithereens,” Angel added, sitting back in his chair.

Leon examined the map and sure enough, Raccoon City was on the far right corner. He leaned back in his chair in shock, could Wesker have returned to the forest where it all began for him? The same forest where lured the S.T.A.R.S members in? Where he nearly killed Claire’s older brother Chris? Unfortunately, that’s what it seems, Leon thought grimly. I never thought I’d hear about those mountains ever again.

“Mr. President,” Angel began, drawing Leon out of his thoughts. “I have shown you the evidence needed to prove Wesker’s plans; do you really need more to convince you?”

The President placed his hand on his chin, once again pulling himself in a thought process. Leon waited anxiously for him to answer, he could also see Ashley and Logan show the same signs, even Angel shifted a bit.

“I have considered the evidence,” The President said slowly. “And I have decided… to launch an investigation on these claims.”

Leon breathed a sigh of relief; Angel looked relieved as well as the President stood from his chair.

“Thank you for information,” The President said, shaking Angel’s hand. “We’ll launch a team at the Quarantine Facility in the Arklay Mountains to investigate these claims.”

“I don’t see how it went badly,” Claire interrupted. “It looks like the claims are being investigated, how did it not end well?”

Leon looked at her and placed his head in his hands tiredly, “Well, it was going fine… until the President’s cell phone rang…”

Just as the President lowered his hand his cell phone began to ring, he picked it up and frowned.

“Excuse me gentlemen I have to take this,” He apologized, walking into the next room and shutting the door.

“Leon you did it,” Ashley congratulated, brushing the blonde bangs out of her face. “You were great back there.”

“I didn’t even do anything…” Leon frowned, “Angel was the one with the evidence.”

“It is fine,” Angel dismissed, picking up his briefcase. “As long as Wesker is being trailed by the government, I can be assured that his plans—,”

Suddenly the door opened and the President came back in, he looked frazzled, dare Leon suggest it, scared? He turned to Angel and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry Angel; I have decided to not investigate these claims.”

Leon froze, did he hear him right? A few minutes ago he just said he would, what happened?

“Sir?” Angel asked in shock.

“Father?” Ashley gasped.

“You heard me, I have changed my mind,” The President said tightly. “The evidence you have presented is not good enough for an official investigation.”

“Dad!” Logan yelped, walking up to him. “I think what he showed is more than enough! How can you just say no?!”

“Logan, stay out of this,” The President interrupted, “This has nothing to do with you or Ashley.”

“Nothing to do—, you seemed to have forgotten who had to fight through hoards of monsters to get sis home!” Logan yelled indignantly, “This has everything to do with us!”

“Logan!” The President barked, “Leave. You and Ashley, go!”

Logan stepped back a bit before he and Ashley went into the waiting room, the President turned to Leon and Angel.

“How dare you come into my office and give me lies,” The President said to Angel.

“And you!” He turned to Leon, “How dare you fill my children’s heads with fears and false tales, and bringing him into this office was bad enough! It seems I have made a mistake on where your loyalties lie.”

“You can’t mean…” Leon began, fearing the worst.

“Yes, get out of my office. I have no need for your services, you’re fired!” He said, just as the Secret Service came in. “Gentlemen, escort them outside.”

The men walked over to Angel and Leon to lead them out, but Angel just scoffed.

“I’ll show myself out, thank you,” He said, walking out the door.

Leon paused for a minute before following him out the door, confused and feeling betrayed.

“Oh, no…” Claire gasped, after Leon finished with his unemployment announcement.

“Didn’t exactly end with us having tea and crackers,” Leon added bitterly. “I’ve also been denied any contact with them; I can’t get in touch with Ashley or Logan anymore.”

“I’m sorry Leon.”

Claire yelped and Leon turned to the door, Angel stood against the door, looking unfazed by the surprised yelp.

“How did you get in?” Leon asked befuddled.

“You have already invited me before, so I just came through the window,” He explained calmly. “Anyway, I’m sorry I cost you your job.”

Leon nodded, placing his hands on his chin, “Who did the President talk to? What made him change his mind?”

“I don’t know, but whoever it was had something on him that was powerful enough to change his mind about something important,” Angel said grimly, folding his arms. “What will you do now?”

Leon chuckled softly, “What will I do? Well, I’m out of a job and Wesker is planning to make a biological army. I think the answer would be obvious.”

He stood up and faced Angel, “I guess we’re going to have to stop Wesker ourselves.”

Suddenly, Claire stood up and added, “By ‘ourselves’ you’re including me right? And don’t you dare say ‘no’ Kennedy, I’m just as dedicated to stopping Wesker as you are!”

Leon was frozen; she had beaten him to the punch. A sign that she knew him too well, he sighed before grinning.

“Then I guess I have no choice don’t I?”

“Are you two sure about this?” Angel asked, looking at the two of them. “I don’t want you to get killed over this.”

“Trust me,” Leon said, “If we don’t do this people will die anyway, even us. So yeah, we’re sure.”

Angel looked at the two of them, when he first met them they were only trying to survive the zombies of Raccoon City. Now they were ready to take on a bigger task, to stop a madman from creating an army that will devastate everything. He lowered his arms and sighed, “Pack your things, we leave before dawn.”

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