— 𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱𝘆

He chuckled, it was nice to just talk about things, not having to fight at the moment. “Grace… Ashcroft? Right? Not the other Grace…” he didn’t really get along with one Grace, but he’s read about Ashcroft in the reports. “I just have Rose. She’s a handful. Though raising —

Chris laughed. “Shit… I may have been slower but I still have a killer punch.” He said and then took a drag on the cigarette, trying to blow smoke away from Leon. “Things have been alright. Still fighting for custody of Rose.”

“I figured that I’m gonna die one day anyway. Smoking calms my nerves.” He said and then side eyed Leon. “We are both killing one another. But there’s a reason I do not have as much stamina as you.”

Redfield sighed and sat down next to him. “I am over fifty.” He muttered as he took out a cigarette. “And you’re killing your liver.”

“No. You need an intervention.”

“Because Leon is an alcoholic.”

“Yes actually. Our last fight was not… a fair one.” He shrugged and then he grinned. “But I want to see how you can escape a locked room.”

“You really have to ask that question? I believed it was power, a way to gain the control of minds. A weapon. We had believed it was a weapon hidden from us. Gideon perpetuated the lie… I’m sure he could have known.”

“Why not? I mean you’re good at getting out. I liked to see you do that.” He shrugged.

“Mh, I can say the same?? For once I’m not the one being eaten.” He mused softly. Though he noticed the interest in what he said prior. “I work for a anti-bioterrorism agency. Not my usual company I like to keep.”

Let me put you back in.

／ 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ; ⤷