Blue on Black

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Leon Kennedy starred at his gun as he heard the truck shudder into the drop zone. It was never going to get any easier. It didn't matter how many times he came into these towns and cleaned them out. 
It had nothing to do with the people. It was Claire Redfield. He saw her everywhere. The same scenario played out in his mind. In the end he was in her arms. Except...he wasn't. For the most part, he was alone. Until he was calling a phone number that made his chest hurt just to make the chill inside him go away. 
"Claire..." He breathed as he stepped off the truck and looked around. "Will you ever forgive me?" 

Rebecca Chambers didn't share Leon's sense of loneliness. The mousy haired woman was rather happy living alone. She'd seen far too many of her friends and loved ones die to believe in anything but science. 
At the moment she was seated on the floor of her office chewing on her pen, watching a video about the bio-experiments that had been newly discovered from Raccoon city. She didn't seem to be buying a word of it.

Chris looked up at his sister, the dark color under his eyes showing how exhausted he was. He was trying to move on like everyone told him to but that didn't mean he wasn't still searching for Jill. 
"Gotta say. I love the coffee you bring every morning." He teased, giving her a half hearted grin. "I almost expect to see them on a Sarah McLachlan commercial." He poked her in the side and started singing loudly. It was a terrible sound. People in nearby offices started complaining. Chris grinned wider at his sister.

Rebecca sat up quickly at the deep purr, slamming her forehead into the metal above. This elicited a long round of words that didn't belong in a mouth like hers. 
When she managed to pull herself out she was blushing deeply. "Probably not. But it slips off the tongue so easily." She laughed.

Claire groaned loudly, though did offer her brother a strained smile as he danced her around his office. It was no different than what she had done to him in an effort to cheer him up. The difference was, Jill was presumed KIA, Leon… he had just walked out. “Yeah, well, a loser deserves loser coffee.” Claire shot back, even managing to poke her tongue out playfully.

“Mmm, indeed it does.” Wesker remarked with a suggestive smirk. “However, we do have people to fix these faults, you know.” He added, though was gesturing to the machine this time.

"Does a loser get his own command? I know. You're jealous." Chris gently patted his sister's shoulders. "I should take you to meet them."

"Maybe so but would they do it the way I want it done?" Rebecca asked, poking out her tongue. She got to her feet and moved closer to Wesker. "How are you feeling?" She asked, reaching up to touch a hidden scar on the back of his neck.

“What?” Claire felt an icy chill in her gut, something that her face probably expressed. “Chris… Why does it have to be you? Aren’t you a little out of shape?” She quickly returned to teasing her brother and poked him playfully in the gut.

Wesker gently took hold of Rebecca’s fingers and pulled them away from the scare to kiss the tips lightly. “Indestructible.” He breathed, lifting her feet off the floor slightly and swing her around the lab.

"You're the one who refuses to go running when I call." Chris pouted,returning to his chair. "I have this odd feeling it's because you don't want to eat my dust." He snorted. He took the coffee and gave it a disgusted sniff. "I'm not sure you didn't poison this." He grunted.

Rebecca smiled at him, her hands resting on his chest. The look in her eyes had never changed. "I love you." She breathed. She didn't care if anyone heard her. It had been long enough since she had last confessed this. She needed him to know.

“Only one way to find out.” Claire replied sweetly as she slumped into a chair on the other side of the desk, knowing she was annoying her brother by then propping her feet up on his desk. “What will really annoy you, is do I mean you’ll eat my dust… or there’s poison in your coffee.”

Wesker didn’t reply, though he did kiss her. It was gentle in a way he could never show when they were surrounded by eyes watching their every move. He was still holding Rebecca’s feet off the ground as he turned with her and sat her on top of the very machine she had been fixing.

Chris slapped Claire on her legs, now scowling at her. "If you're not going to tell me anything useful, you need to leave." He muttered. "I'm preparing to leave." He grabbed a piece of paper near her and wadded it. He didn't want her to see that Leon's name was on it.

Rebeccas slender fingers slid up into his hair and she pulled him closer. She pressed her lips to his. She was tired of fighting it. She was tired of everyone getting what she wanted to have and deserve.

There was no hint of even a false smile that usually masked Claire’s inner pain now. There it was, he had actually spoken the truth for once; he only wanted her around if she had something useful to him. Claire’s pursed her lips together as she stared at the paper he had wadded up, then slowly nodded her head. “Message received… sir.” She breathed and got to her feet. Claire had run herself into the ground looking after the BSAA when Chris had been unfit for duty, hell she had unknowingly destroyed her own marriage doing it. But there it was… She would never be good enough. She wasn’t a soldier, or a cop, or an agent. She was a no one to the man she looked up to most. Claire didn’t even glance back as she left Chris’ office and the door slammed shut behind her. 

Wesker was always a tightly wound coil when he was intimate with Rebecca. He always had to hold back his true strength through fear of simply crushing her like glass. Rebecca would be able to feel it in the taut tenseness of his muscles as he held her. He pulled open her lab coat and pushed it off her shoulders, even his kisses were an exercise in restraint as he teased her warm lips.

Chris pushed himself. He kept to himself and barely spoke to anyone. His attempt to drive his sister out of the BSAA had been for her benefit. 
He wanted her to move on with her life and be happy. This was the only way. 
He still had this thought on his mind as he loaded onto a stealth plane and flew to his destination. 

Rebecca stared across the table at the woman who called herself Excella Gionne later that afternoon. For one thing the woman was barely dressed and she wasn't hiding the fact that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. 
She'd been talking for nearly an hour and hadnt said much at all. The tiny doctor was beginning to doze off in boredom.

Claire had lost her entire family now. Leon was AWOL, Chris had dismissed her, even Sherry was now too busy following in Leon’s footsteps. If that wasn’t a great big sign from the universe, she didn’t know what was. Claire packed up her office and backed up her computer files before leaving the BSAA without another word to anyone. Within days the apartment she had shared with Leon was returned to their landlord and all their belongings were in storage. She needed a clean start, but wasn’t yet ready to dispose of her old life. 

Wesker was barely containing a smirk when he saw Rebecca’s head bob down and then shoot back up for the third time. Of course, Excella would believe he was smiling while thinking about her. She needn’t have bothered with the skin show she was always putting on for him, the was less than zero interest. She had only one thing he needed, and it wasn’t her practically exposed breasts. “So, you claim your facility in Africa is fully operation now?” He asked coolly, flipping through several pages of figures in front of him. “Because it seems like you still rely on the local infrastructure.” He finally looked up at her, clearly expecting an answer.

Leon had been going through the motions for a long while. He was beginning to wonder why. He'd heard nothing from Claire. She'd made no effort to try and find him. Every call to her had ended in a wrong number. She'd rushed to change her number it seemed. 
He had no idea that there were darker forces at work, keeping them apart. 

Excella looked like a deer in headlights for a moment. She'd been glaring daggers at Rebecca who had finally drifted off, her mousy brown hair clouding around her face and chest.
"Uh...not exactly." Excella answered with a frown. "There are things within our own ranks that need to be handled first..."

Though not the force keeping them apart, there was one person rather glad Leon was distracted and away from all ties of family. “See, I listened.” Ada’s voice purred, the sharp tip of a knife pressed to Leon’s back once he was separated from his partner. “Now, why don’t you tell me what a nice boy like you is doing in a filthy place like this.” 

“Such as?” Wesker wasn’t known to be forgiving with anyone, least of all a woman who was clearly accustomed to using her body to get her own way.

"Ada..." It had been so long and he'd been through so much. He ignored the knife and turned, his expressive eyes filled with dark clouds. She had always been there when he needed her. Now was no different.

Excella gathered her own thoughts, her dark eyes again sweeping over him. "Tricell needs... housekeeping." She said. "Their work with the BSAA is becoming a stumbling block. They seem to have lost their head of research and...owner. I hear." She said just as Rebecca let out a little snore. Excella sneered, making it clear how she felt for the woman.

Ada smiled, that subtle way she always had whenever they met. “You know, if we keep meeting like this, people are going to talk.” She teased, lightly trailing the tip of her knife down Leon’s chest. He had always been useful, now was no different. 

“Of the BSAA… They shouldn’t be too much of a concern.” Wesker remarked somewhat flippantly. “They have gotten over confident, and are unaware how easily I could break their commander.”

"They always talk." Leon smiled, reaching out to run his thumb down but her cheek. "I've missed you." He breathed. "Tell me youve been keeping yourself out of trouble."

"It's not them I'm worried about." Excella snapped. "I want Tricell. I think that your company...brand whatever you want to call it can help me to get it under control. The African division is a fucking mess and that is through no fault of mine."
If Excella had truly been paying attention to Rebecca she'd have found the woman no longer pretending to be sleeping. She was now glaring daggers at her through the long hair that was artfully placed in front of her face.

Ada smiled a little more, surprised to find herself leaning into his touch. “You don’t like it when I lie.” She replied. “So let us just say… I am well.” She added. “I’m surprised to see you here though, I thought the you were BSAA now? Mr corporate.”

“Oh?” Wesker remained infuriatingly calm in the face of Excella’s petulance. “And who’s fault is it? If you cannot keep one little facility in check… I fail to see how you are any real use to me.”

Leon shook his head. "I've been a consult for them. But I work for the government. Not Chris." He almost winced at the bitterness in his voice. "I go where I'm told to go." He too leaned in closer. "Im really glad to hear you're okay." His fingers slid into hair and he pulled her close, his lips brushing hers in a gentle kiss. 

"I can provide you with the cover you need to get into the BSAA. I can also ensure that anything you desire is yours." Excella leaned over the table her breasts all but spilling themselves out of her dress.
Rebecca couldn't help but snort. The woman was trying to hard and she knew absolutely nothing.

Ada wasn’t quite so gentle. Her fingers were also tangled in Leon’s hair, her kiss far hungrier than anything they may have previously shared. She was surprised to find… She did actually miss him when he wasn’t around.

Wesker audibly grounded when Excella made yet another attempt to seduce him. “You’re saying the BSAA trusts Tricell?” He asked sceptically.

Leon hated himself for the kiss. He was betraying Claire and it hurt. But Claire had given up on him and Ada never had. His heart was breaking apart in his chest as he pulled Ada tight against him. He kissed her again this time matching her ferocity. Claire was over him. It was time he moved on too.

Excella nodded. "They have someone on the inside. Someone in their inner circle who runs Tricell. There is also someone who makes sure their people are vaccinated against the viruses." She batted her long dark eyes at him. "Agree to work with me and I'll get you names. And antidotes. Viruses. All of it." Her voice hit that note that was meant to be seductive but was more or less a whine. "Anything. Mr. Wesker. Just say the word."

Ada was surprised Leon hadn’t pushed her away. She was never clueless about anything, and she knew about his marriage to Claire. That didn’t deter her though. He was her’s first, no matter what Claire had always thought. The slender woman was walking Leon backwards, her kisses remaining insistent as she sound somewhere more secluded.

Wesker had always known he was going to say yes. He wanted her resources, and the anonymity that working from Africa afforded him. It didn’t mean he had to grovel and bow to her whims like a boy. “Very well. We have a deal.” He finally remarked, though his arms was reached around the back of Rebecca’s chair, his fingers rubbing her shoulder gently. He knew exactly what he was doing, and how much it was irritate Excella.

Chris better when he drank. He could pretend things were back in the old days that way. If he drank enough he could see Jill across the bar with their old team. She was ordering another round of shots and shouting that it was on his tab for screwing up the field trials that day. Yes, through the amber haze, his life was normal again.

"Did we really need her?" Rebecca asked as she say on the edge of the bed. "There has to be better people to work with. She doesn't seem to know very much about Tricell. She just wants it."

“I said, we’re closing now.” A woman of around Jill’s height was scowling down at Chris where he sat. She wore and apron around her waist with a rag hanging from the pocket, a tray of glasses balanced against her hip. 

“That’s exactly why we need her; she will do anything to get Tricell, and once she has it, we take it from her.” Wesker purred with a wicked grin. “She thinks she’s in control, and I almost pity her for it.”

Chris' mind ignored everything expect that she looked like Jill. He pulled the woman down into his lap, giving her his devilish grin. "You can't his from me all night, Valentine. We have a tab to settle." He purred, not waiting for her to answer before kissing her deeply.

Rebecca simply chewed on her thumbnail as she listened to him speaking. This meant he truly didn't know. One half of Tricell's ownership sat before him, wiggling her toes into the lush carpet and and chewing her thumbnail to the quick. If Excella got anywhere at all it would be because this woman allowed it.

The waitress shoved her hands up against Chris’ chest, then slapped his face hard enough for it to sting. “Don’t make me call the cops on you, again!” She warned before stopping down to pick up the glasses she had dropped.

Wesker watched Rebecca, knowing the tells she had when she was hiding something. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew there was a deep secret there. “Of course, I could just sleep with her and get it all right now…” He remarked, simply to see Rebecca’s reaction.

Chris shoved out of his chair, his amber haze shattering in an instant. He slapped a crumpled was of bills on the table and stomped out the door and into the night. 
He'd failed again and gotten yet another person killed. There was no Jill or Claire to keep him in check. Maybe his next mission would be his last.

Rebecca's forehead knitted ever so slightly but she shrugged her shoulders. "I mean...if you think it will get you what you want..." She muttered. "But I'm not going to help you when you go catch something from her." She finally looked at him, grinning wickedly. "She probably has worms."

“Moves like that, did they work on Valentine?” A voice asked as Chris stepped into the night. “You’re not the Captain I heard all those war stories about.”

“Get me what I want… Interesting.” Wesker remarked, pushing Rebecca down into the their bed and pinning her slender wrists above he head as he leaned over her. “I like to think I am rather proficient in… getting what I want… when I want it…” He purred, each pause punctuated with a cool kiss to Rebecca’s exposed throat.

Chris lit a cigarette and snorted. "Maybe you should you find him then, kid." He leaned against the wall in the back of the bar and blew out a ring. "Do you mind? You're ruining my alone time."

The next morning Rebecca helped to load things onto the planes, unable to help the excitement that was bubbling in her stomach. 
She could feel Weskers eyes on her as she worked. 
After awhile she made where way to the balcony where he stood and leaned against the railing with a soft groan. 
"Are you ready for this?" She asked, all but bouncing. "You're not going to believe where she wants us to meet her at!"

“I think alone time is what’s ruined you.” The other man responded. “I know you’re better than this… SHE always knew you were better than this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening up a video that he then held up for Chris to watch. “I know you know Ada Wong. Just like I know you know who that is next to her.” He added, pausing the video on a close up of Leon’s face. “The president’s bodyguard goes missing directly after a bio terror attack, and is next seen with the woman we know started it?”

Wesker was fighting a smile when he saw Rebecca was practically vibrating with excitement. “Disney world?” He finally teased, though his arms remained folded in front of his chest.

Chris shook his head. "I always knew he was a piece of shit." He muttered. "What do you want me to do? Go blow him up? Kick his brains in?" He growled. His mind was already set on the idea. He didn't need anyone to give him the go ahead. "Bastard. I always knew he'd back stab my sister like that." He hissed.

Rebecca didn't fight her smile as she looked up at him. "Can we go there next? Maybe as a reward? I've always wanted to." She sighed wistfully. "No. Seriously. We're going to the heart of Africa. I've read Spencer's journals. Do you know what this means?" Her excitement was practically charging the air around them. She was trying to stand still.

“And let me guess, you haven’t heard from her recently either?” The younger man didn’t wait for a reply as he pocketed his phone and straightened himself up a little. “We’ve been trying to track you down for some time, Captain. We need your command of a unit heading into China. It’s a real shit show, and we need the old Captain back.”

“Pack bottled water?” Wesker asked with am amused snort.