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sillyunknownkitkat · 4 months

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Leon S Kennedy x/+ sibling!reader pt.3

Plot: You're working with him

Tw: Violence, drugs, angst, ...

ps: we really like to break him, huh? Aslo reading the first parts is recommended

Pt 1 - Pt2

If you thought the man was devastated before, you're not ready for this one.

So let's keep most of the scenario of pt2 but switch it up a little.

Leon did attempt that one night but when he saw how devastated you were, he promised he'd never try that again.

So after 1 or 2 more years, you're both out of the academy.

They gave you 10days to get your stuff together before you guys actually start to work.

In that time, you both cuddled, cried a lot, talked, ...

when the end of your "vacation" comes closer he starts to get really anxious again.

He always stays with you. It got so bad that he even waited around in the hallway while you did your stuff in the bathroom.

He'd probably sleep with you or at least in the same room.

Of course, if you guys sleep in the same bed, you put a pillow wall in between the two of you, like homies that are scared to wake up inside one another 😂😭

Anyway...

Picture this:

You're in the hallway leading to the front door, tying up your shoes (these), so it's taking you quite a while since you're making sure everything is tight and secured. Leon was already full dressed which left him time to lecture you on anything he possibly could.

"What's the code if you need backup?" He'd ask. It's the 20th question he asked you since you woke up. He's just making sure you're as safe as you can possibly be.

"huuuuh... 11-99...?" you'd say a bit hesitant. Of course you knew it but he was making you a bit nervous with all the questions.

"You shouldn't be hesitating at all ___." He'd say, a bit surprised and slightly angry.

"I know it, okay?! You're just asking too many questions."

"Shooting?" He'd asks you whole looking you straight in the eye.

"10-71." You'd answer while starting to get upset because he keeps distracting you, and you still haven't toed your laces.

He'd mutter out a little "good."Under his breath before closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

"Hey Leon. Look at me, please."

He'd do it and wait for you to keep going.

"We'll both be alright, kay? Plus, even if we're not on the same team, we're still in the same company. We'll see each other often, yeah?" You'd say while nodding to emphasise the positive affirmations in your questions.

"Right." He'd say, finally relaxing a little.

"Your turn. What do the letters mean in the phonetic alphabet?" You'd ask just to tease him.

"Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel, India, Juliett, Kilo, Lima, Mike, November, Oscar, Papa, Quebec, Romeo, Sierra, Tango, Uniform, Victor, Whiskey, X-ray, Yankee, Zulu." He'd say immediately without any hesitation.

"Damn, boy. Relax, I was just teasing. " You'd say, clearly surprised. Of course, you knew them too, but you weren't expecting him to let this out almost automatically.

So after a bit more talking, you're both going into the garage to finally go to work.

After fighting a bit to decide who would drive, he won.

The first day was pretty slow, just a few junkies making a scene in the middle of a popular avenue.

You made them leave, and everything was going great until one of them had an outburst and unexpectedly stabbed you with a used needle.

This caused a lot of commotion, and since this was a rookie mistake, everyone knew about this incident. Including Leon.

He picked you up at the hospital after you had tests and an antibiotics shot.

He was so mad. He yelled at you once you both were in the car.

He called you tons of mean words and kept telling you how stupid you were to let that happen.

Of course, he doesn't mean it, but he was so scared this would end badly.

So you guys had a really bad argument that led you to tears.

He never apologised for the thing he said that night.

It led to the both of you slowly drifting apart.

Eventually, you moved in the quarter while he stayed at home.

You'd still see each other but only at formal reunions.

His alcohol problem got pretty bad. He drinks every night after work until he falls asleep.

Hi, sorry if this is a bit rushed, I'll probably edit this later to add more stuff.

Hope you still liked it tho :)

have a good day/night and be safe everyone <33

#leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x sibling reader #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy + sibling reader #leon kennedy angst #resident evil headcanons #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader

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lithominium · 4 months

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Alpha Charlie Charlie Oscar Romeo Delta India November Golf Tango Oscar Alpha Lima Lima Kilo November Oscar Whiskey November Lima Alpha Whiskey Sierra Oscar Foxtrot Alpha Victor India Alpha Tango India Oscar November Tango Hotel Echo Romeo Echo India Sierra November Oscar Whiskey Alpha Yankee Tango Hotel Alpha Tango Alpha Bravo Echo Echo Sierra Hotel Oscar Uniform Lima Delta Bravo Echo Alpha Bravo Lima Echo Tango Oscar Foxtrot Lima Yankee India Tango Sierra Whiskey India November Golf Sierra Alpha Romeo Echo Tango Oscar Oscar Sierra Mike Alpha Lima Lima Tango Oscar Golf Echo Tango India Tango Sierra Foxtrot Alpha Tango Lima India Tango Tango Lima Echo Bravo Oscar Delta Yankee Oscar Foxtrot Foxtrot Tango Hotel Echo Golf Romeo Oscar Uniform November Delta Tango Hotel Echo Bravo Echo Echo. Oscar Foxtrot Charlie Oscar Uniform Romeo Sierra Echo Foxtrot Lima India Echo Sierra Alpha November Yankee Whiskey Alpha Yankee Bravo Echo Charlie Alpha Uniform Sierra Echo Bravo Echo Echo Sierra Delta Oscar November Tango Charlie Alpha Romeo Echo Whiskey Hotel Alpha Tango Hotel Uniform Mike Alpha November Sierra Tango Hotel India November Kilo India Sierra India Mike Papa Oscar Sierra Sierra India Bravo Lima Echo

you're going to Hell for this

#asks #i DID translate it btw.

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reality-detective · 10 months

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Not everyone will understand this 👇

Lima

Echo

Gamma

Echo

November

Delta

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Tango

India

Mike

Echo

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Tango

Omega

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Gamma

Omega

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Delta

Alpha

Romeo

Kilo

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Sierra

India

Gamma

November

Alpha

Lima

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Tango

India

Mike

Echo

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Hopefully everyone has food and water by now because you are running out of time. 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think for yourself #think for yourselves #think about it #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #do your research #question everything #ask yourself questions #military is the only way

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the-master-of-space-and-time · 1 month

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Oscar Hotel November Oscar!!! India Alpha Charlie Charlie India Delta Echo November Tango Alpha Lima Lima Yankee Whisky Alpha Lima Kilo Echo Delta… Sierra Lima India Delta Tango Hotel Romeo Oscar Uniform Golf Hotel Alpha Papa Oscar Romeo Tango Alpha Lima Alpha November Delta November Oscar Whiskey India Charlie Alpha November Oscar November Lima Yankee Tango Alpha Lima Kilo India November Tango Hotel Echo November Alpha Tango Oscar Papa Hotel Oscar November Echo Tango India Charlie Alpha Lima Papa Hotel Alpha Bravo Echo Tango!!!!! Hotel Echo Lima Papa!!!!!!!!

#please someone understand this

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gremlins-hotel · 26 days

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sorry guys, this is now a canon-compliant blog. welcome to hetalia: onlytwinks.

#alpha romeo tango #hetalia #aph america #aph russia #hws america #hws russia #alfred f jones #ivan braginsky

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grem-archive · 2 years

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#hetalia #aph america #hws america #alfred f jones #alpha romeo tango #gremlin shitpost

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echoesoftheabandoned · 1 month

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Those who drown in whiskey, inferior to those who drown in seas of echo. The Mike of the uniform on the sierra tangos with Charlie and Oscar in November. To tango with the Alpha is to have old Charlie tango.

... Echo is a victor among echoes of abandoned. Romeo, an echo of himself on the sierra does the tango.

@ciftadmin It's been some time since we've heard anything of your SIMULACRUM experiment.

#The SIMULACRUM #Echo #A.B.Y.S.S.#A.B.Y.S.S. Takeover #Entity Communication

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zutraeumen · 9 months

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The Assassin and the Chef

There was a radio on the shelf. A VHF radio in fact.

Hah, jackpot!

Pulling herself together, the tall woman dashed towards it, it looked legit as far as radio went. Turning it on with a push of the button, she quickly checked if she was on the right channel, before pushing and holding the red distress call button.

After a moment of waiting, she pushed the push-to-talk button and began speaking into the microphone, "Hello? Is anybody there?"

"Come in?" Came in crackly.

"Mayday, mayday, mayday, this is Hawthorne Island! I require immediate medical AND military assistance. We are thirteen people on this island, and most need immediate medical care OVER!"

"This is the Coast Guard, who am I talking to?"

Adele's brows scrunched together, why would he need to know that?

"This is Hawthorne Island, Hawthorne Island!"

Crack and static, "What did you say?"

She was getting frustrated with this guy, "This is Hotel-Alpha-Whiskey-Tango-Hotel-Oscar-Romeo-November-Echo! Hawthorne Island! People are dying. It's an emergency! OVER!"

"Okay, just, uh -- don't move!"

The channel went cold making Adele scoff disapprovingly. Well, at least help was on the way.

And most of her time was up. They surely were already suspicious of the Sommelier's absence and sent someone to look for him.

Her sensitive ears picked up footsteps. Only one pair.

Walking back outside, the last person she expected to run into was Margot. Stepping into the light slowly, she abandoned her cover to intercept the redhead, "Hey, Marg-"

SLAP!

The redhead whipped around with such speed that it took even Adele by surprise, slapping her across the face. The petite woman packed quite the punch, her left cheek stung.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! I've never- I didn't know..."

Adele held one of her hands up to silence her, the other massaging the reddening side of her face. In hindsight, served her right! What was she thinking, approaching the poor woman from behind, knowing how silently she moved?

"It's okay, Margot. No harm done."

The girl stopped her fussing and looked as if a heavy weight had fallen off her shoulders. Margot was glad that Adele was safe.

"What are you doing here, outside?"

Margot took a second, arms hugging her shivering form, "The chef sent me to fetch a barrel from the smokehouse, Elsa gave me this key."

"So you are one of his then?"

The towering assassin meant nothing by the question other than acknowledging the fact that the escort was put to a test of loyalty, but to the redhead, it sounded accusing all the same, "Absolutely fucking not. I just did what I had to do to get away."

"And you did right."

Margot visibly deflated, "How did you get away? I thought I'd never see you again."

"I've fought for it."

Right because you totally looked like it.

"We have no way to get off this island. The ship and boats are gone, but I've managed to call the Coast Guard for backup."

There was a spark of hope in the girl's eyes and she managed to calm herself down. Adele wasn't good at comforting people, but she hoped a friendly pat would convey reassurance to the distressed escort.

She didn't deserve this.

Somewhere a twig snapped, they were being watched.

"Listen Margot," dark brown met hazel, "go back to the docks and wait for help. I will get the barrel and go back to the restaurant."

"Are you out of your fucking mind? You want to go back?!"

Adele gripped her shoulders firmly, "We don't have time. Listen to this old woman and get to safety. I will buy you time to escape. Don't worry I have a plan."

The redhead seemed unconvinced, but knew better than to argue with a stout woman like Adele. The assassin wouldn't budge on this.

"Okay," Margot breathed out, handing her the key to the smokehouse, "Okay, I will go but be careful. That man is fucking insane."

Adele appeased her with a comforting smile, and shoved the corkscrew discreetly inside her palm "Don't worry about me. I can handle myself just fine."

Famous last words?

Without looking back, the redhead trotted along the white gravel in her high heels and Adele watched her until her form vanished.

"You can come out now," Adele called loudly, turning towards the direction of their stalker.

At first, there was nought a sound, as if the person couldn't believe they were discovered. They were stalling.

"No need to play coy, I know you're out there."

Out of the shadows of the forest stepped Madam Elsa, the maître 'd herself.

Of course the Right hand would look for the Left.

Elsa had her sharp eyes accompanying them since welcoming them to the island.

"I take care of the customers so Chef can worry about the menu. And you have made my job very difficult."

She made her displeasure known, fumbling with her modernistic Victorian uniform until it procured a cleaver from its deep pockets. It looked as if she was here for more than making sure that Margot got that barrel to the chef.

"..."

The raven-haired assassin squared up as the shorter woman approached, ready for confrontation. There was no telling what Adele was up to, even when Elsa was at arm's length.

"How did you survive?"

Adele grinned cockily, "Why don't you find out yourself?"

Provoked, the Asian woman slashed at her face in time for the assassin to duck and drop the hidden scathing knife from up her sleeve right into her hand. With the precision of a black mamba, she wedged the long knife right between the gaps in her ribcage.

Elsa grunted, the cleaver falling from her arm while her body tipped backwards. The injured woman wheezed, the air escaping right through the slit in her chest. It wouldn't take long for the cavity to fill with blood. Adele gave her a few minutes at best.

"I- gurgle -didn't know about the barrel."

"What was that?" Adele eyed the dying woman, coming closer.

"He forgot about it. N-not me."

The assassin paid her no further mind once she breathed her last. Taking back her knife, she took care to rub some of the blood on the dead woman's apron before sheathing it back in her sleeve. Hiding it for future confrontations which will no doubt await her.

At least help was on the way.

The assassin would come to realize that that wasn't very much the case, but in the meantime, there was a barrel she needed to retrieve and a Chef to surprise.

"Happy birthday dear Bryce! Happy birthday to you!"

CLANK!

The singing stopped as all pairs of eyes narrowed on the encroaching woman in the black suit.

Damn, she loved feeling like a badass bitch from time to time.

The barrel accelerated as it rolled off the stairs and almost caught Richard's chair. It would have made it all the better if it had. But her client wouldn't have appreciated having to pick up her husband from the ground a second time. Imagine the strain on her back!

Various expressions of hope and fright passed over the tired faces of the guests. But Adele had eyes only for Chef Slowik. Nobody knew but, she took immense satisfaction in his potent frown. Furrowed eyebrows. Tense lips...

It was simply marvellous how many emotions passed over his wide eyes. It was solid proof that she was pushing the right buttons.

Feeling like the cat that got the cream, she sauntered over to Margot's seat, not even lamenting Tyler's absence. She leisurely receded against the backrest, crossing one leg over the other, openly establishing her presence in the quiet dining room.

After reigning himself in, the Chef fixed her with a blank stare, "Miss Cole, we've been awaiting you."

The assassin smirked, "I don't think you have."

His jaw clenched subtly, "Where is Margot?"

The assassin gave a nonchalant shrug, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

A vein popped into his neck, but there was no redness on his face yet. Nothing was going according to his plan and it was beginning to get to him. After a deep breath, he relaxed once again and took up his professional persona.

"What have you done to her?"

"I went for a stroll."

Chef's eyes darted to Anne Liebrandt, who in her dishevelled state, clutched a hand to her chest.

Jesus woman, how obvious can you be?!

"Miss Liebrandt," Slowik began candidly, "why did you invite Miss Cole to dine with us tonight?"

Her husband shot her a confused glance as the woman looked down at her hands and then at Adele, "I owed a favour to an associate of mine."

"And just who is this associate?"

"Winston Scott."

"Hmmm..." The chef seemed to be contemplating something, Adele was unsure if he recognized the name or not, but she wouldn't put it past him. He stared directly into her soul and Adele met his gaze calmly.

He knew he would gain no ground by confronting the assassin, so he sought to turn the unexpected situation in his favour by attacking her weak link. Clever man.

"I want you all to understand something," he began as he slowly approached Adele's table, slowly taking a seat in Tyler's chair. He brought himself to her level, "I am a monster. No, was a monster. And a whore. But tonight everything I'm doing is pure. Egoless. And at last, the pain is almost gone."

Adele sat there, keeping herself relaxed and movements slow.

There was a candle on the table. Chef Slowik extended his hand directly over it. The flame burnt his flesh, but he didn't so much as flinch, "Chef's Hands. Asbestos hands. I can carry a cast iron from a hot oven to your table with no protection."

He snuffed the candle with his thumb and forefinger.

Impressive.

"I can no longer be hurt, Adele. As Dr King said: We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor. It must be demanded by the oppressed."

"Did he just quote Martin Luther King?"

Neither of them budged as they continued to tear the other down with their eyes-

HONK!

Outside the windows, a light appeared on the water. A small boat. Adele saw it out of the corner of her eye. Chef Slowik spotted it, too, for a moment frozen with indecision, perhaps even fear.

The Coast Guard has arrived.

"So you found our radio."

He stood up from his seat and shouted to his hardworking colleagues, "Clear the dining room. Immediately!"

Servers appeared from everywhere to get people presentable again, wipe down the floor, their work hyper-fast. One server applied a white bandage to Chef's hand and tied a new apron around his waist to mask his blood-soaked pants.

Adele looked out the window to see a lone coast guard officer stepping onto the dock, and her glee fell.

Chef Slowik saw the same. He smiled just a little, "You will be tempted to ask him for help. To plead, even. This would be unwise. He cannot help you."

The guests look unconvinced and exchange conspiratorial glances. How could they let this opportunity pass?

"Ask yourselves two things: One, if you really want to be responsible for the death of an innocent man. And two, ask yourselves -- this entire evening, why didn't you all try harder to fight back? To get out of here? Honestly, you probably could have. Something to think about."

The patrons look around. He made a valid point. Why didn't they?

A knock. Chef Slowik nodded at a server to unlock the door. Two figures slowly strolled into the restaurant, and one of them was Margot. You've got to be kidding...

"Good evening officer, how can we help you?" Slowik offered warmly.

The man, a familiar face, looked around, hands on his belt, "I got a report of a disturbance."

"Here? What kind of disturbance?"

"A violent one. Are you the owner?"

"I am the executive chef. Ownership changed hands recently, but that's another story. I don't wish to be rude, but, as you can see, we are right in the middle of service."

Not quite understanding what that means, the officer looked around at the diners. They seemed composed enough. But anybody ELSE other than one of Slowik's cooks would have noticed that something was wrong right away.

It took her one glance to realize that this man was a mere parrot, if memory served her well, then she remembered seeing him rummaging in the kitchen earlier into the evening. Besides, no real U.S. Coast Guard (much less an Officer) would turn up to a perilous distress call without BACK UP!

"Did anybody here call in a distress on the short-wave tonight?"

All shook their heads, except for Adele.

"We are not in the habit of serving our guests short-wave radios with their meals," Slowik joked with forced cheer. His cooks laughed with him, maybe a little too loud.

The Coast Guard Officer noticed the movie star, who looked a little worse for wear, but better than before. A glimmer of recognition passed across his face.

"Hey, are you --?"

"Yes, yes, y-es, yes, I am..." George stuttered as he stood up from his seat, shaking.

"Oh, wow. I'm a big fan."

"Thank you."

"Would you like his autograph?" Chef Slowik asked the suddenly very shy officer.

"Well, uh, I don't want to bother you."

The movie star was quick to acquiesce him, "No bother at all, but I don't- I don't have a-"

A server arrived with a pen and paper on a tray.

"What's your name?"

"Dale."

With a scribble of the pen, George engaged the guard, "What's up, Dale?

"You're great. My wife and I loved that, uh... what's it called? The one where you're the surgeon?"

"Calling Dr. Sunshine." George looked at the chef spitefully.

"Yeah. Great stuff."

The movie star smiled sadly and handed over the autograph.

"Thank you. You're very kind." George sat back down.

"Okay. Well, sorry again to bother you folks. I'll be going now."

"Thank you for your service," Slowik told the smiling officer who turned and walked back toward the door. As he did, he looked down at the note.

The officer turned suddenly, whipping out his gun, and pointed it at Chef.

"Hands above your head! Now!"

"Are you joking?" Slowik asked in shock.

"I am not joking, sir!" The officer moved to the

A guard of Chef Slowik stepped forward to protect hismaster, but Chef held up a hand.

"Clearly there's a misunderstanding."

The patrons went into an uproar, springing from their seats with renewed hope that somebody would save them from this nightmarish dinner. The officer looked overwhelmed as he tried to get his voice heard over the commotion. Margot and Adele watched in baleful silence.

What a spectacle!

"Help us! He wants to kill us all!" Anne cried out. Other diners chimed in as well.

"You," he pointed the end of the gun at the chef, who stood calmly, "on your knees with yourhands over your head. Now!"

Chef Slowik drew a long breath, dismissed his guard and complied. The patrons cried with impeccable relief. Thanking God and whatnot.

"Nobody moves till I say so!The officer inched forward. When he had almost reached Chef,he pivoted toward Margot's table, gun still pointed, and pulled the trigger. A small flame emitted from the barrel that lighted the extinguished candle.

And as quick as hope arose, it was violently crushed.

A brilliant play by Chef Julian Slowik.

The officer holstered the gun, put on an apron, and joined his comrades in the kitchen. Getting a pat on the shoulder from Slowik for his believable performance. George should take notes.

"In a kitchen, we all work together or nothing works at all. And you, Margot from Nebraska, you have betrayed our sacred bond of trust. And you've shown your craft to be careless. I was wrong. You're an eater. A taker. Like all the rest."

CLAP!

Somebody clapped. Once. Loud.

Time seemed to stop entirely, but the claps echoed still until they evolved into applause.

The one making that much noise was none other than Adele Cole, casually sitting in Margot's seat. After the initial shock wore off, everybody expected her to speak but she held quiet as she fetched a pack of cigarettes USA Gold, the cheapest on the market.

Taking one out, she suddenly realized she had forgotten her lighter at home, "Margot."

The poor thing sprung with a gasp of surprise at the mention of her name, "Huh?"

"Can you please give me your lighter dearie?"

The startled woman took a second too long for such a menial request but nobody stopped her from fiddling with her purse.

"Thank you, Margot."

Taking a deep drag, she enjoyed the smooth, mild flavour before her stomach rumbled loudly and the pleasant feeling was replaced by a rush of nausea.

Swallowing the bile, Adele scrunched her face, "Fucking disgusting on an empty stomach."

The kitchen staff stood still like deers facing the headlights, the tension was still high as the assassin squarely faced Julian Slowik, "You know, I came here for a nice, little evening. Of promising food and relaxation. And what have I gotten instead?"

Julian swallowed - touched a nerve, didn't I? - whether to hear her out or out of frustration she could only guess. His mother seemed to be happily passed out.

"Every dish we've had tonight was some intellectual exercise, there were at least three direct attempts at my life over the course of a few hours and I am, honest to God, tired."

...

"So I am calling it quits. And I will take Margot and Ms Liebrandt with me, with or without your permission."

Rising to her feet, she felt the first guard approach and before he could grab her she clawed at his arm and slit his throat with practised precision. The man fell unto their table, gurgling and clutching desperately at his throat. The cooks stopped working.

People screamed and Adele's wild eyes searched for the chef's, her old self peeking through the cracks of her murderous persona. A beast cornered. Before he knew it, another guard hit the ground, painting the floor dark red. Nothing stood between her and the exit now.

The other guards didn't stand idly by and abandoned their posts to intercept her, "If you seek an early grave then I suggest you stay away," she said darkly. Her tangible bloodlust kept them at bay.

Lifting the scathing knife between her and the room, she beckoned Margot to come to her side promptly. The redhead hesitated momentarily before snatching her purse and stumbling behind the towering woman. Adele did the same to Anne, but after one look at Richard, she waved them off.

Hmpf, suit yourself.

Looking around one last time, she noted the petrified look the other patrons send her way. Seeing a volatile beast instead of a white knight was fine by Adele. Backing up towards the exit, she sent one last harsh glance towards Julian Slowik, "I pity you, chef. I pity you all. Giving your life and all of your talents to a man whose talents have slipped."

Without turning back, they escaped the lion's den as victoriously as the day Herakles killed the Nemean lion.

But did it feel like it?

No. Absolutely not.

They narrowly escaped certain death, and Adele Cole had utterly failed to fulfil her last mission. Winston wouldn't let her retire after this, or would he? What would she do if he did regardless? She was so lost in the soft crunch of their agitated footsteps that she almost knocked the shivering redhead clutching at the sides of her naked arms.

Without thinking, Adele took her jacket and threw it over Margot's petite shoulders, earning a small thank you. At least she managed to keep her from harm's way, if no one at all. Still, she couldn't help but feel as if something was keeping her from leaving this accursed island.

Even as they began to rev up the engines of the Coast Guard's boat, the thought of leaving felt so wrong. Her stomach rumbled. Nothing seemed to set her mind straight, and when she caught the first whiff of smoke, her eyes looked far away into the trees in sudden realization.

So this was to be the final course.

"Go get help, I will try to look for survivors!" The engine roared to life and the boat began to move when Adele jumped over the ship's railing in one swift move.

Margot looked at the control to stop the boat from moving away from solid ground, "But-!"

"GO!"

And without looking back, the assassin was right where it all began, with no other means to escape, running towards the now blazing restaurant.

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myceliumbean · 6 months

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Cars 2 Agents AU How did Rod survive 2.5 II The Hangar is Warm

Featuring: Incorrect ATC radio communications and fictional Yakutsk Airport

Summary: the agents were on a mission, and everything went wrong soon after they entered Russian airspace

I spent two weeks running through information I could get my hands on but at last still copu paste most of the context from some example pilot radio communication

'Yakutsk Tower, Alpha 113, 30 miles northeast at 2500, inbound for landing with Lima.'

'Yakutsk Tower, Romeo Alpha 27405, 60 miles northeast at 5500, request for landing with Lima.'

Boris watched worriedly not so far above as Siddeley shaked and lost quite some level but then pushed himself back high.

'Alpha 113, Yakutsk Tower, squawk 7700 and ident, report entering left downwind Runway 15 with Lima.'

'Romeo Alpha 405, Yakutsk Tower, squawk 3415 and ident.'

'Squawk 7700, report entering left downwind Runway 15, Alpha 113.'

'Squawk 3415, Romeo Alpha 405.'

Though the Gulfstream V might be task saturated, Boris still felt that he should at least talk to the young spy plane. 'All good, kid?'

'Not really, you heard me squawking 7700.' Siddeley sounded exausted, his voice trembling even through the radio as he fought to keep his flight level.

Boris frown at the airport's usual foggy weather- making a VFR on this kind of day was already risky, not to say under the bad condition Siddeley was. 'We'll get you fixed up once we're on the ground and in the hangar.'

'Romeo Alpha 405, radio contact, fly heading 65, descend and maintain 3000. Maintain VFR and I'll let you know when you're clear to land."

'Fly heading 65, descend and maintain 3000. Maintain VFR and wait for clearance, Romeo Alpha 405.'

Siddeley managed to squeeze a laugh through the radio. 'Thanks. I'm just… thinking about the mission. What took us all to where we are.'

It took Boris seconds to realize what Siddeley had in his mind. '…you're not dying, kid.' He said. 'The team had cleared you for this flight.'

'I'm looking around almost only by radar and the maps I could pull from my data banks.' Siddeley sighed as he heard the sudden silence on the radio. 'Altimeter is somehow still fuctioning so I'm not going to run my nose into the ground, but I'm assuming a rough landing.'

'There's our people down there waiting to cover us up, kid.' Boris dropped his level to around 3000 feets. 'Besides, I'm not going to tell your friends about changing flight, you guys look good when surrounded by each other.'

'Romeo Alpha 405, report entering right downwind Runway 27 with Lima.'

'Report entering right downwind Runway 27 with Lima, Romeo Alpha 405.' Boris took one last look at the Gulfstream V that started to descend. 'See you on the ground, kid, Zil will be waiting.'

'Sure do, look out for the mountains and the fog.'

'You should stop making bad jokes.' Boris chuckled to himself, then turn right and approach his runway for landing. 'Romeo Alpha 405, entering Runway 27 with Lima.'

'Clear to land Runway 27, Romeo Alpha 405.'

The Ilyushin-76 made quite an experienced and smooth land on the wet ground. The airport had good de-icing ground teams as uaual, he thought, and spoke again as his wheels slow down to a rather lazy speed. 'Yakutsk Ground, Romeo Alpha 27405, at Zulu 4 requesting taxi to west hangars.'

'Romeo Alpha 27405, Yakutsk Ground, taxi via Bravo 5, Delta Echo, Tango 7 and head for Hangar 9.'

'Taxi via Bravo 5, Delta Echo, Tango 7 and head for Hangar 9, Romeo Alpha 27405.' Boris quickly turned to his left, went pass all the taxiways the groind control told him, and saw Siddeley with only his T tail poking out from the hangar.

"Does he look alive?" Eva was already beside the cabin door, with the rest of the team lining up behind her, all ready for bursting out and into the rescue.

"You bet. How's the agents?"

"Everything good except for almost froze up from inside." Counting down with her tines tapping the wall, Eva couldn't wait for Boris to stop completely anymore. "Let's go mess up, fellows! We're not getting words from Zil today!"

"And not on any other day!" Yelled Alyona from far behind.

The cabin door opened after Eva pushed the bottom on the wall. The four forklifts rushed out into the cold and went straight ahead to the groind medical team Zil had gathered right after Boris took off from Chkalovsky Airport for this rescue mission.

The Ilyushin-76 slowly turned his nose toward the hangar. Siddeley was dragged inside by the powerful red-yellow tractor on duty and was now surrounded by forklifts and cars. It had started to snow again, fortunately they were already on the ground.

"Is he alright?" Boris, not wanting to interrupted anything the medics werw doing, simply poked his nose inside to take a look. Behind him, Alyona and Michaele carefully guided the three cars out off his cabin and into the hangar.

Daniil, who quickly took over the controller position of the rational chaos inside the hangar, gave Boris a head shake. "He's at the last of his strength, I don't think he could hear us or even feel us by now. Thank Chrysler he had his front wheels on the ground before his engines gave up."

"Botj engine failed?" Boris couldn't help but raise his voice. "How could it be this bad? Eva had cleared him to-"

"We don't know yet, but the agents mentioned an engine failure that forced them to land on the icy wild." Michaele tapped Boris' front tires. "He got no major injury. Even his landing gears and tires survived, the ground control said it was a miracle judging from how rough the landing was. They said he looked like he's gonna slammed himself into the ground."

"Now you're all making bad jokes." Boris sighed and was about to leave before he heard a oddly young voice.

"Finally got to hear your for real." Someone said weakly with a few whirl of turbine engines that didn't sound anything close to good. "Told you I've got this."

"…you really are a tough kid." Eva was waving furiously at him, so Boris rolled in and covered Siddeley up with his high and wide wings. Metal slightly scratched against metal, he could feel the tremble from the Gulfstream V as he panted. "Get some rest. We have everything under control."

"…at least, let me know… your name?" Siddeley blinked as his vision got darker. "It's… warm, and I'm so tired…"

"Name's… Boris, Boris Ilyushin Chkalovsky." The Ilyushin-76 got even more closer. The heat emitting from the two huge turbine engines under his left wing made Siddeley sighed in relief as the smaller plane started to doze off and his breathe slowing down. "Nothing to worry about, everyone is fine."

Siddeley passed out within a blink.

"So it's just him stressing himself too much." Eva gave Siddeley's white frame a resounding "ching" using one of her tines. "The agents are just fine, some rest and everything is good. But I'm assuming at least a five-day off for Sid. He had some nasty engine issues."

"I don't think Zil is in a hurry." Boris shrugged, his eyes srarting to lool for something for cover. "Would you be nice and put those canvas on top of us?"

"You haven't de-iced yourself, go get those clean up and I'll do you this favor." Eva chuckled as the red-yellow tractor pushed her old friend out again. "Don't be too late! Or you'll missed Zil's report time!"

"I'd rather missed it." Boris sighed, and headed for Hangar 10 to dry himself up.

Here comes the end of this little side story!

I'm so glad that I finally finished it, and thanks @longjiaojiao for beta and discussion over such details!

Now, as we're back to work on the main storyline, stay tuned for more exciting stories featuring more OCs, canon characters, and the adventures they're gonna go on!

P.S. If you find anything wrong with the radio communication, don't hesitate to tell me, I will really appreciate that!

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