The Survivor's Handbook (Leon S. Kennedy X Reader)

Genesis

23 September, 2012. 9:27 PM.

I lifted up my hand to wipe the beads of sweat on my forehead.

Why does Chief Ives want to see me?

I don't remember bullying any newbie officer. Plus, I'm too old to be doing that anyway. I think. 

I didn't open any files on my personal computer, didn't leave the stack of papers on the office floor and even took his dog out. What could I have forgotten?

Or maybe it's one of his "missions". I scoff as I made my way to the end of the long, cold corridor. 

I walked up to the partially opened door that read "Chief Rubin Ives". Stopped briefly, took a deep breath, braced myself for whatever was next, knocked the door three times and made my way into his office. 

As soon as I stepped in, I was met with the rather pleasant aroma of fruits. Mmm, bananas, grapes, mangos. Oh and watermelon. I smiled. 

There he was, in his usual pose. Looking out the window while smoking his cigar. He stood leaning against the wall with his left hand in his pocket. The buttons of his beige-coloured shirt fought hard to remain intact. I guess it was time he wore something more comfortable or rather, changed his clothes. With how sweaty he looked, it was a surprise the room didn't smell bad. I looked up to see the aircon still working perfectly fine. 

Had he been running? When did he last shower?

"Mrs. Ives would rather you lived here."

"With her constant nagging, I'd rather too."

"But she brings you fruits." I said, eyeing at the watermelon.

"And I don't bring her money," he laughed.

A moment of silence.

I felt my stomach drop as I recalled how nervous I'd had been during my journey to his office.

"So why'd you call me, Chief?"

"Oh yes, about that..." He trailed off. I gave him a questioning look.

"Y/N, I need you to go to Raccoon City." 

"Pfft, that's it? And you had me worrying." I scoffed for the second time that night. I walked up to couch and made myself comfortable. 

"Pretty easy, right?" He said, meeting my eyes.

"When you get there, you need to get rid of a certain clone." 

Getting rid of someone wasn't what surprised me, that was my job after all. What surprised me was "clone". 

"Why? Was killing people not enough? Now we gotta go after their clones." 

"But it's not just any clone. It's AD-WG."

I felt myself stiffen. My heart dropped. I knew what those letters meant. I knew whose name that was. But why do I have to kill her clone? Where is she anyway? And more importantly why does she have a clone?

"Why me?" I asked, feeling nauseated. I'll throw up at this rate. 

"Quincey," he put his cigar in the already filled ashtray, "I know you two have history but you're one of our elite agents. I can't risk giving this to just anyone."

"Listen to yourself. I'm one of  the elite agents, not the only one", I argued. 

I got up, ready to leave. 

"Ada is dead."

I stopped in my tracks. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat. My legs lost all strength. I found it hard to just stand at my feet. I looked around and held onto a coat rack for support. What? But how? When did she die? And how do you know, Chief?

As if he read my mind, he replied, "she--um, died a year ago. Got some intel..." He trailed off.

"And you're telling me this now!?" I yelled at him, but he just avoided my gaze.

"Look, Y/N, I just found out and rushed over here," He started rummaging through the papers lying on his table. His eyes lit up as he found whatever he was looking and rushed towards me. 

"That's her," he looked like he achieved something big.

"I know what an Ada clone would look like, Chief." I said, as I made my way back to the comfy couch. 

He looked embarrassed. I tried to brush it off. "So who made this clone?" 

"That's obviously why I'm sending you there, Y/N."

"Okay, but why do we have to kill her?" 

"Listen, she's bad news. She's the reason we're at the risk of being discovered. We get rid of her, find some intel and that's it. That's all you have to do."

Considering how Ada was, that's how her clone has to be. Right? This might not be an easy job after all.

"And what's about this intel?"

"Other than the AD-WG's production, it's the Umbrella Research Facility. Find out what's going on there. Things have been going way too smoothly for so long. They have something up their sleeves. We need to find out what it is and be prepared." He stiffened at the last bit. 

"Where do I find the clone?"

He walked up to me and handed me a picture. 

"He'll surely lead you to her. Some cop, Leon Scott Kennedy."

I carefully examined the picture.

"Leon."