RESIDENT EVIL 4
THE FANFICTION

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Six years have passed since the Raccoon City outbreak, and Leon S. Kennedy is now a Special Agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He has been assigned a case involving Ashley Graham, the daughter of the President of the United States, who disappeared suddenly without reason. It's up to Leon and his FBI team of investigators to find out what happened to her, where she is, and why. While piecing the mystery together, they receive an anonymous tip that takes them across the Atlantic Ocean and into a desolate village off the coast of Spain. Leon suddenly finds his team ambushed and himself alone in the deserted world. As he comes closer and closer to unlocking the mystery that lies behind the terror, he discovers that the "people" behind this are not what they seem. He thought he had escaped the horror. He was wrong…

[Prologue]

-FBI Academy, U.S. Marine Corps Base Quantico; Quantico, Virginia-
-November 3, 2004-

= Mark Ridges =
Wow. Nice shot.

Leon lowered his issue Sig Sauer P229.

= Leon Kennedy =
Thanks.

Both agents reloaded their weapons for another go at the firing range at the Academy. Mark Ridges was a training instructor there and classes had ended for the day, so both men were enjoying some friendly competition and leisure time.

Both were wearing goggles, earmuffs, and FBI blue overalls.

= Mark Ridges =
So why do you always come here? You obviously don't need any practice judging from the last few rounds we had.

Leon cocked his magazine in the Sig's chamber.

= Leon Kennedy =
I like to be at the top of my game.

He took a shot. Mark followed.

= Mark Ridges =
Okay. Then why don't you use the ranges in the basement at Baltimore?

Both men took a few more shots.

= Leon Kennedy =
It's better here.

= Mark Ridges =
Leon. Come on. It's Friday. It's you weekend off. Go get a drink. Forget work.

Leon took another shot. It was dead bulls-eye straight in the middle of the cardboard target. He smiled and was pleased.

= Leon Kennedy =
(Sigh) All right. But you're buying.

They safe tied their weapons and shut down their section of the range while other agents kept practicing.

A woman ran up to the range where they were firing.

= Secretary =
Excuse me, Agent Kennedy?

= Leon Kennedy =
Yeah?

= Secretary =
I have a message for you from Washington.

She handed him a small folded up notepad piece of paper with some scribbling down on it.

= Leon Kennedy =
Thank you.

She nodded and ran back into one of the offices.

Leon opened the paper up and began to read it.

= Leon Kennedy =
Oh shit.

A confused Mark turned around to face the alarming comment.

= Mark Ridges =
What? What is it?

-FBI Headquarters, The J. Edgar Hoover Building; Washington, D.C. -
-November 3, 2004-

A suited Leon was sitting in the waiting room of an office trying to catch his breath. He had to literally race to shower, clean up, and get to his appointment within the hour. His was being subpoenaed by Assistant Director Easton's office. Assistant Director Trevor Easton was the head of Leon's department and technically his boss, even though they never met once.

Leon had no idea why he was there. Did he do something wrong? He was oblivious. He sat there, nervous of course, and twitted his thumbs.

There was a secretary there at the office door that told Leon that Easton would see him in a few minutes. The anxiety was a killer.

The door opened and a woman walked out into the waiting room. Leon immediately looked up to see. It was Diana Gradner. She was the Special Agent in Charge of the Baltimore field office where Leon was assigned. They knew each other well and were on good working terms so that did relieve Leon somewhat, but not much though.

= Special Agent in Charge Diana Gradner =
Leon. Please come in.

He rose to his feet and slowly stepped past her and into Easton's office. It was extremely well kept. Leather furniture. Rich wood desks and tables. Book shelves. And of course polished frames surrounding the pictures of President Graham and the Attorney General.

Diana ran in front of Leon in order to introduce the two men.

= Special Agent in Charge Diana Gradner =
Sir, this is Special Agent Leon S. Kennedy.

She faced Leon again.

= Special Agent in Charge Diana Gradner =
Agent Kennedy. This is Assistant Director Easton.

Leon put out his hand.

= Leon Kennedy =
How do you do sir?

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Very well. Thank you Agent Kennedy. Please have a seat.

Leon did so in one of the chairs facing Easton's desk, to which he sat down behind. Diana remained standing and stood behind the desk.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
So you must be wondering what the hell you are doing here? Right? Well you didn't do anything wrong son. The quite opposite in fact. You've been doing everything right.

Leon was more than comforted to that news and he tried to hide his sigh of relief from his superiors.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Agent Gradner has told me you are one of the most prestigious agents she has ever met. And you're record is very impressive. Even though, you have only been with the Bureau for a little over a year. You have contributed a good deal of work and excellence to not only the FBI but also this country. Excellent work son.

= Leon Kennedy =
Thank you sir.

Easton picked up a file and slid his glasses on as he started skimming through the pages.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
We've uh…been going over your record. You are currently assigned to the Behavioral Analysis Unit in our Baltimore office. But before that you did school at University of Pennsylvania. Army ROTC. Raccoon Police Academy. A survivor of the infection outbreak. Hmm… Do you like it here at the FBI?

= Leon Kennedy =
Very much sir. I have been more than grateful for the job I have received and the leadership qualities that the FBI has taught me.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Hmm…

Diana stepped forward.

= Special Agent in Charge Diana Gradner =
We called you here today…because you're being reassigned.

Leon was shocked. He liked his job now. He didn't want to just give it up for a new one. He wanted to ask why and to where but he decided it be best to bite his lip. He nodded instead.

= Special Agent in Charge Diana Gradner =
There is a little situation…and…

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
What do you know about the President, Agent Kennedy?

The A.D. interrupted.

= Leon Kennedy =
Well sir…I know that some of his policies have sparked controversies. His economic initiative. His health care plan. His stances on terrorism. His handling of Iraq and the Middle East. It's all been a bit of a change from his predecessor.

Easton sighed.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Well…what I am about to tell you…doesn't leave this room. Are we clear on that?

= Leon Kennedy =
Yes sir. Absolutely. Perfectly clear.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
24 hours ago…the President's daughter went missing. Ashley Graham. She just vanished. She was on her way home for fall break from Boston University when, we believe she was abducted. It's not on any of the news and it won't be. President has made sure of that. It's being covered up. National security as always.

Diana handed Leon an open folder.

= Special Agent in Charge Diana Gradner =
Look at this.

Leon took the folder and looked down at the photographs inside.
Whatever it was a photo of, it was gut wrenching. It showed an animal slain open and dissected. Completely decimated. Blood everywhere.

= Special Agent in Charge Diana Gradner =
What would you say that is?

Leon took a guess.

= Leon Kennedy =
I would say…uh…a cow maybe. I'm not sure.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
It's actually a man's body.

That was the last thing on Leon's mind. He was at a loss for words.

= Special Agent in Charge Diana Gradner =
We weren't sure either. But DNA doesn't lie. He name was Frank Durant. He was a Secret Service agent in charge of the Ashley's security detail. Six other bodies were found like that. All agents. And both Yukons they were traveling in were flipped over and laid on the side of the road, a few meters inside the woods. Someone or something did that…it looks as if a lion could have kidnapped her…but (laughs)…

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
I'm looking at something here. You seem to like a little "activeness". Tried to join HRT (Hostage Rescue Team). But during a training exercise, a National Guard Blackhawk helicopter that was involved crashed, killing FBI Trainee and ex-Army Green Beret, Jack Krauser. The incident also injured two other trainees, a crew chief and one of the two pilots. You knew Krauser. Stated as "friendly relationship".

= Leon Kennedy =
Yes sir. We started together. Met on the first day of basic training in Quantico. It was a...uh...um a tragic loss.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Yes. It was. Training exercises in the field are always risky. Needless to say, these things do happen. But then you pulled out your application from the HRT as a result of that incident and enlisted in Branch school for FBI psychology and behavioral sciences.

= Leon Kennedy =
Yes sir. That's correct.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Well here's the deal. We are assigning you to a special investigation task force on this Graham girl case. You may not have the experience but you certainly have the determination and the integrity. Agent Gradner can vow to that. Your history with the Raccoon incident is also essential and vital. Do you accept this?

Leon sat back and thought for a minute. Easton could see he was pondering the decision.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Agent Kennedy, if you don't want this, just say so.

Leon leaned forward.

= Leon Kennedy =
Sir…if yourself and the FBI have determined that I would best serve the bureau by joining this effort and aiding this investigation…than yes sir I do accept.

Easton smiled.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Good. Well…there is nothing more to say. Agent Gradner will set you up with the task force members and brief you. That's it.

A.D. Easton rose to feet. Leon followed upward quickly after.
They shook hands.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Thank you Agent Kennedy. Good luck.

= Leon Kennedy =
Thank you very much sir.

Leon walked toward the exit with Diana following behind him.

= Special Agent in Charge Diana Gradner =
Relax. You did fine in there. And you'll do fine here too.

She whispered into his ear as they exited Easton's office.
Easton's smile quickly faded and he sat back down. Another door in his office opened and in walked a dark suited man with sunglasses and blonde hair.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
So…?

= Dark Suited Man =
I heard it all.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Good. They are getting briefed on the intelligence now. Our feed is pointing to her being somewhere in Europe. The CIA says Spain.

= Dark Suited Man =
Fine. Kennedy will play his part.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Are we done here? I have a briefing with the Joint Chiefs.

= Dark Suited Man =
Fine. Not a problem.

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
I have a car waiting for you. Rachel!

He shouted outside to his assistant.

She opened the door not long after and walked in.

= Easton's Secretary =
Yes sir?

= Assistant Director Trevor Easton =
Please show Mr. Wesker out and to his car.

= Easton's Secretary =
Yes sir.

= Albert Wesker =
Thank you…Mr. Easton. We'll be in touch. This charade is just beginning.

-Andrews Air Force Base, Washington, D.C.-
-November 8, 2004-

= Donald Breedan =
This is bullshit.

The unhappy member of the squad of investigators was more than covert with his comments to the other agent.
Six agents, Leon included, stood around the base of the runway, waiting for a private flight charted by the U.S. Justice Department to land and pick them up.

Some were dressed in jeans and tees, while others had dress shirts and pants, but all were wearing FBI instant ID jackets. They were dark navy blue windbreakers with "FBI" posted in bright yellow letters across the back. The seal of the FBI was in the front, across the left part of the chest.

They had been gathering intelligence from various law enforcement agencies, not only from the United States, but also the world on the whereabouts of Ashley Graham. Apparently according to a CIA report that was based on domestic terrorism, a far right, conservative radical political group that was greatly aganist President Graham abducted Ashley. They were a fairly new organization, at least to the FBI. Graham hadn't even been in office for a year.

This terrorist group didn't even have a name, so the intelligence community highlighted them as "Graham hate group - 001". They hadn't participated in anything illegal yet, although some of their march leaders were arrested at protests for getting out of hand, but were released shortly afterwards.

A recent lead was received though. A disabled, wheelchair bound, British national who was now living a few miles outside of Madrid, in the countryside, contacted the U.S. government saying he knew that the government was covering up the abduction and that he had information regarding the investigation.

Leon and his team of course were notified and they decided to go to Spain to get some answers.

The Department of Homeland Security along with the Secret Service believe that she and her kidnappers are still in the states, and have begun a massive, yet covert, manhunt for her.

= Alan Marciano =
I know. I mean, what the fuck? Ten years with the Bureau and some pretty boy bitch gets to head up the investigation for POTUS's daughter. I mean this could have been my big moment. All blown away by some kid with only a year of FBI work on his belt. Ridiculous.

= Donald Breedan =
What the hell is he expecting to find in Spain? This group is domestic. They don't operate outside the U.S.

= Alan Marciano =
(Sigh) I don't know.

The two agents kept discussing issues away from the other four agents while the DOJ jet finally touched down.
The team was composed of:

Special Agent Leon S. Kennedy, Lead Investigator
Special Agent Donald Breedan, Criminal Psychologist
Special Agent Allison Hunter, Forensics Profiler and Medical Doctor
Special Agent Kimberly Kessler, Spanish Interpreter
Special Agent Alan Marciano, Backgrounds Investigator
Special Agent Frank York, Liaison between FBI and Secret Service

For the most part, the team was unhappy with the decision to make a one-year rookie, the leader of the most important investigation of their careers.

One of the agents approached Leon who was playing around with his watch, trying to adjust it to Spain's standard time zone.

= Allison Hunter =
You have this guy's address?

= Leon Kennedy =
Yeah. Comm. tracked it to some desolate cottage. Spanish national police haven't even been informed so we're fine.

She kept staring at him as if he was wrong. He felt her discomfort.

= Leon Kennedy =
Look, I know most of you aren't exactly cool with me taking the point man position. But this wasn't my call. It was Assistant Director Easton's. So if you or anyone else has an issue, take it up with him. Make sure you spread this around.

= Allison Hunter =
Oh...I don't have an issue. I just have something to say.

Leon turned and faced her.

= Allison Hunter =
Don't fuck this up.

= Leon Kennedy =
Just do your job Agent Hunter and we'll be fine.

= Allison Hunter =
Fair enough.

The plane came to a halt and the door opened. The team picked up their equipment: a few duffel bags, and some electronic devices, and boarded the flight bound for Spain.

CHAPTER 1 COMING SOON!