It’s a quiet night, deep in the depths of December. The twinkling of holiday lights line the Virginian streets, and a thin blanket of snow has begun to gather as it falls from the sky.
Christmas is only a few days away, and Leon Kennedy finds himself trudging through the 2-inches of snow and towards the apartment his government handlers ‘oh so graciously’ supplied for him during his rare moments home and away from the clandestine life of a government agent.
Ashley was busy, to nobody’s surprise. The life of the president’s daughter was always hectic, especially during the lead up to the new year. Claire was off somewhere in Europe, working with a new group called Terrasave, and Sherry hadn’t answered his letters in weeks.
Leaving Leon alone for the holidays. Everyone either too busy or too difficult to reach in time for a little company.
So here he was, trudging through the snow with a paper bag of liquor bottles shoved under his arm, and boots that were starting to feel more like ice blocks than leather by the second.
But when he reached the door…he notices the window. A normally reinforced and multi-locked window that now hung ajar.
A look of concern crosses his face, and his hand goes to the concealed gun under his jacket as he nudges the door open, and heads inside. Quickly, he ascends the stairs and unlocks his door, easing it open with his shoulder as his fingers tense upon his gun…
Only to be met with the scent of gingerbread, and the flicker of candlelight from his bedroom.
With a nudge of his shoulder , the bedroom door opens to reveal something he never could have expected…
Ada Wong, lounging on his bed in a slinky red dress stitched with the image of leaves of holly, a coy smile on her face as she waves her fingers towards him in a little wave. A plate of slightly malformed gingerbread men sits on a table next to a bottle of wine, and a small candlestick sputters desperately in the draft from the window beside her.
“Hello, Leon.” Ada purrs, “I was just in the area and thought I would…drop in.”
Leon’s gun lowers, his eyes tracing over her and the tableau she’d made of his bedroom.
“I’m a little unclear which of us in on the naughty list here,” He says, glancing at the scene.
Ada beckons him with her finger, candlelight playing over her sharpened smile “I can make certain it’s the both of us, Agent Kennedy”
