You Only Live Twice [Finished/Closed]

[morbigenous]

Characters: Albert Wesker, Billy Coen, Chris Redfield, HUNK, Kevin Ryman, Leon Kennedy
Content: Arrival in the Big Apple
Location: Walking along Second Ave.
Time of day: Afternoon-ish
Warnings: It's Wesker?

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[meester_kennedy]

All of this talk of people missing had set Leon on edge. It was too familiar to other situations he'd gone through, and thus he really wanted to just get started already. But these things took time. He would have to give his restless mind something else to focus on

[morbigenous]

Second Avenue and E. 20th Street. The street signs would get him nowhere. He had never been in another city besides Raccoon long enough to memorize street signs. Second Ave. and E. 20th Street were about as generic as they come, anyway.

There were no landmarks, either. So, to surmise, all he knew about this place was it was a desolate city in America, and he was currently on Second Ave. and E. 20th.

Wonderful.

If Wesker had ever seriously wished for anything, it would be for the Red Queen to flicker back to life. In frustration, the blond agent ripped the thing off his wrist and flung it into a nearby building. Useless. It was about this time that the familiar sensation of someone or something invading the general proximity crept up his spine.

Wesker whipped his head around to observe the opposite end of the street.

[meester_kennedy]

At the sudden activity from the man, he made sure he was out of sight, slipping a bit further down the wall. Leon needed a plan. Fast. He glanced around. Nothing but nondescript apartments with fire escapes ripping up their sides. From the reports, he expected Wesker'd be able to get up to the roof before him anyhow.

Goddammit, Kennedy. What the hell did you get yourself into?

Soon he'd just have to face him. After all, eliminating this man would set him that much closer to eliminating the threat of the viruses with which the world had been plagued. And he was going to scrub them out.

[morbigenous]

There was something horribly off. If Wesker wanted to, he would've been able to race up and down the entire street in seconds. In fact, he had been planning to, to put his paranoia to rest. Unfortunately, there was none of the usual bunching and tightening of his leg muscles before a dash.

There was nothing. Were his powers sapped along with being transported to some ungodly hellhole?

Just keep walking. If there was something there, he could not afford to let them, or it, see that he wasn't up to snuff. No weapons, powers temporarily (?) on the fritz, and he was hungry. What else could go wrong?

[nevermadestars]

He honestly didn't know where he was, what was going on, or anything of the sort. He had no guns, no radio, no weapons, just the clothes on his back.

But what he did know, when he stumbled upon the scene, was that two guys he recognized were threatened by one other person he recognized (and quite actively disliked) and some other guy who is apparently the bastard step-child of Darth Vader.

Kevin was never one for plans, not when there wasn't any time for thinking of them anyway. So without thinking, he sprinted into the street and launched himself at HUNK's back.

"Got the party started without me, Kennedy? You better have saved me some beer!"

[samurai_edge]

"I keep doing that, Wesker. You just have this bad habit of not staying dead."

Chris is about to say something else, but his sharpshooter eyes catch sight of the knife flying right at him. He dive rolls to the right, coming up into a crouch and snapping off a shot at Wesker, just in time to see someone come flying out of nowhere and hit Wesker's friend.

Was that...? Nah, there's no way...Wait a second.

"Ryman?"

[neck_breaker]

Meanwhile, HUNK's finger is tightening on the trigger of his pistol. He's all set to blow a hole through Kennedy's kneecap when suddenly he feels a large weight strike him from the back.

He stumbles forward to maintain his balance, but since he's so close to Leon, he ends up tripping over him and crashing down onto his face. He does manage to maintain his hold on his weapon, though. That's something.

[m0therlove]

Now Billy really didn't know what was going on, or even who this other guy was, but if he was taking out the gas mask freak then all the better. He lunged forward the second HUNK was thrown off balance, slamming a knee down on the commando's back and shoving the muzzle of his revolver in the gap between his facemask and the rest of his armor.

Problems tended to take care of themselves if you waited long enough. "You wearing armor there, asshole?" he muttered. "Drop it and don't move."