No rest for the weary
Nov. 29th, 2005 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
governmentninjaIt had been a rather long 36 hours for Leon...
On Monday morning, as he was warned, Leon was informed that he was being put under review by the Senate Intelligence Oversight Subcommittee, though he was also told that he was not formally charged with anything. The review was to investigate his recent conduct, to see if there should be charges brought against him. While under review, he would be relieved of all his duties and reassigned elsewhere, but for now he was taken into the custody of the FBI for questioning.
The FBI moved him from DC to Quantico base in Va. While at Quantico, he was held for several hours for questioning, and the poor officer attempting to interrogate him didn't stand a chance. Leon had been trained to keep his mouth shut even while being tortured, so this was a cake walk for him. Hell, Leon probably managed to get more info out of the agent than the other way around. He played off his meeting with Ada as him trying to lure her to their side, even implying that she had given him the plaga sample. He told them that the bruises were from mountain biking, hiking, and the like during his free time, and insisted his interest in Umbrella documents was just him being thorough. The agent kept trying to gather more info, wondering why Leon previously didn't offer any explanation for his behavior, but after Leon dodged more than a few questions, and gave several skillful non-answers to others, they let him go so he could get to the next phase of his review.
He was taken to a nearby hospital and put through a battery of medical exams, probably every last one known to man. They took blood samples, urine samples, hair samples, ran CAT scans, PET scans, CT's, MRI's, and took X-Rays of every last inch of him. Between being endlessly poked with needles and bombarded with all kinds of radiation, he was given a series of stress tests and other psych exams. Leon wasn't sure how long he had been trapped in that hospital, but the sun had set, only to rise again.
Sometime Tuesday morning, he was once again questioned by the FBI. This time, the agent brought up several piece's of 'evidence' recovered from his apartment, most of which were just old documents. Leon smirked, knowing full well that he managed to successfully get rid of any trace of the nexus from his apartment. The agent knew Leon was hiding something, but even with no sleep, his weariness being aided by having to give up a good portion blood to be tested, not to mention having barely eaten, Leon was still able to maintain the upper hand in all the questioning. He didn't like having to do this, to hide his activities. All this cloak and dagger stuff just wasn't his style, but he felt it was best that the nexus remain a secret.
With no evidence to hold him on anything, let alone charge him, Leon was released, though he knew the hardest part of the review process was coming up. Over the next two weeks, Leon would have to report for a counseling session with a review board appointed psychologist. If he wasn't careful, he could slip up and get into trouble. Even if he said nothing incriminating, he could still end up getting permanently reassigned. Luckily, that wouldn't start until tomorrow, so he'd have time to rest...
...or so he thought.
After being escorted back to his apartment, Leon entered to find the place looked like a tornado had hit it. The federal officers who executed the search warrant left his place a mess. They clearly searched through every cabinet, every drawer, under every cushion, in every cushion, in every room in his place. He just wanted to lay down, and might have done so had his bed not been lying on it's side. He thought about just going to Claire's, but he figured that someone was keeping an eye on his apartment, so that seemed like a bad idea. Besides, it wouldn't shock him if there were listening devices planted all over the place.
It was a strange mix of feelings, looking at his place like this after all that he'd been through, but he understood why it was being done. If Krauser could kidnap Ashley, what could Leon get away with if he went rogue? It would be a national security breach of the highest order. If he weren't so damn tired, Leon would probably be flattered they took a possible security break by him so seriously. Still, even though he was completely exhausted, he slowly started the long task of putting his apartment back together again.
On Monday morning, as he was warned, Leon was informed that he was being put under review by the Senate Intelligence Oversight Subcommittee, though he was also told that he was not formally charged with anything. The review was to investigate his recent conduct, to see if there should be charges brought against him. While under review, he would be relieved of all his duties and reassigned elsewhere, but for now he was taken into the custody of the FBI for questioning.
The FBI moved him from DC to Quantico base in Va. While at Quantico, he was held for several hours for questioning, and the poor officer attempting to interrogate him didn't stand a chance. Leon had been trained to keep his mouth shut even while being tortured, so this was a cake walk for him. Hell, Leon probably managed to get more info out of the agent than the other way around. He played off his meeting with Ada as him trying to lure her to their side, even implying that she had given him the plaga sample. He told them that the bruises were from mountain biking, hiking, and the like during his free time, and insisted his interest in Umbrella documents was just him being thorough. The agent kept trying to gather more info, wondering why Leon previously didn't offer any explanation for his behavior, but after Leon dodged more than a few questions, and gave several skillful non-answers to others, they let him go so he could get to the next phase of his review.
He was taken to a nearby hospital and put through a battery of medical exams, probably every last one known to man. They took blood samples, urine samples, hair samples, ran CAT scans, PET scans, CT's, MRI's, and took X-Rays of every last inch of him. Between being endlessly poked with needles and bombarded with all kinds of radiation, he was given a series of stress tests and other psych exams. Leon wasn't sure how long he had been trapped in that hospital, but the sun had set, only to rise again.
Sometime Tuesday morning, he was once again questioned by the FBI. This time, the agent brought up several piece's of 'evidence' recovered from his apartment, most of which were just old documents. Leon smirked, knowing full well that he managed to successfully get rid of any trace of the nexus from his apartment. The agent knew Leon was hiding something, but even with no sleep, his weariness being aided by having to give up a good portion blood to be tested, not to mention having barely eaten, Leon was still able to maintain the upper hand in all the questioning. He didn't like having to do this, to hide his activities. All this cloak and dagger stuff just wasn't his style, but he felt it was best that the nexus remain a secret.
With no evidence to hold him on anything, let alone charge him, Leon was released, though he knew the hardest part of the review process was coming up. Over the next two weeks, Leon would have to report for a counseling session with a review board appointed psychologist. If he wasn't careful, he could slip up and get into trouble. Even if he said nothing incriminating, he could still end up getting permanently reassigned. Luckily, that wouldn't start until tomorrow, so he'd have time to rest...
...or so he thought.
After being escorted back to his apartment, Leon entered to find the place looked like a tornado had hit it. The federal officers who executed the search warrant left his place a mess. They clearly searched through every cabinet, every drawer, under every cushion, in every cushion, in every room in his place. He just wanted to lay down, and might have done so had his bed not been lying on it's side. He thought about just going to Claire's, but he figured that someone was keeping an eye on his apartment, so that seemed like a bad idea. Besides, it wouldn't shock him if there were listening devices planted all over the place.
It was a strange mix of feelings, looking at his place like this after all that he'd been through, but he understood why it was being done. If Krauser could kidnap Ashley, what could Leon get away with if he went rogue? It would be a national security breach of the highest order. If he weren't so damn tired, Leon would probably be flattered they took a possible security break by him so seriously. Still, even though he was completely exhausted, he slowly started the long task of putting his apartment back together again.
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Date: 2005-11-30 06:58 am (UTC)((I mean, if that doesn't justify high treason...))
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Date: 2005-11-30 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-30 11:52 pm (UTC)((Incidentally, there is yet more Plot, apparently. I mention it to you because Chris and Rebecca's players have gone mad and are taking off from the summit meeting thread. http://www.livejournal.com/users/starsmedic/376.html ))
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Date: 2005-12-01 08:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-01 04:24 pm (UTC)((Since they 'ported out right "in front of him," I figured I'd mention it to you... it's only polite.))
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Date: 2005-12-03 08:41 am (UTC)To: Leon Kennedy [lkennedy@quantico.usmc.mil]
Subject: and I mean it this time
Let's do a fun thing! You get to pick.
And not that.
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Date: 2005-12-03 02:45 pm (UTC)To: Claire Redfield [biker.queen@gmail.com]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
Well, there goes my first suggestion. ;-)
How about dancing? We'll go out, find a nice club or bar, have a few drinks, and dance and party for a few hours like we ain't got a care in the world.
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Date: 2005-12-03 06:04 pm (UTC)To: Leon Kennedy [lkennedy@quantico.usmc.mil]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
I'm not saying it won't *happen*... 'cause it probably will. :D
I was hoping you'd say that. What're you up to, schedule-wise? I've got a real-estate thing on Monday and we're working on this new building on Wednesday...
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Date: 2005-12-03 06:26 pm (UTC)To: Claire Redfield [biker.queen@gmail.com]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
I like those chances. :-)
I have Wednesday and Friday afternoon off, so I should be able to join you for the building work. I got 12 hour days the rest of the week, so Monday is out for me.
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Date: 2005-12-03 06:42 pm (UTC)To: Leon Kennedy [lkennedy@quantico.usmc.mil]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
Well, it is fun. And you're good at it.
So... dinner on Wednesday, dancing on Friday?
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Date: 2005-12-03 07:21 pm (UTC)To: Claire Redfield [biker.queen@gmail.com]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
I have a good partner.
How much work do we need to do on the building on Wednesday? Afterwards, we could just stay at either my place or yours, order chinese, and rent a DVD?
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Date: 2005-12-04 03:37 am (UTC)To: Leon Kennedy [lkennedy@quantico.usmc.mil]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
Aw, shucks.
I think Wednesday is mostly going to be seeing what all needs doing. I'll probably put a few hours in, then Chinese and a DVD sounds excellent. What do you want to watch?
Oh, how'd that thing with them searching your place go? Was it bad?
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Date: 2005-12-04 05:28 am (UTC)To: Claire Redfield [biker.queen@gmail.com]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
Don't know. Right now I'm having trouble thinking of a good move that doesn't feature someone I've seen around the nexus.
They left my place a mess, but they didn't find anything that I didn't want them to find. I got it mostly cleaned up, though.
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Date: 2005-12-04 05:42 am (UTC)To: Leon Kennedy [lkennedy@quantico.usmc.mil]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
Man, that's a good point... why don't we just go to the video store together and pillage the comedy aisle?
I... can't seem to enjoy stupid action movies anymore.
That's good to hear. I was kinda worried about you for a bit.
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Date: 2005-12-04 06:38 am (UTC)To: Claire Redfield [biker.queen@gmail.com]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
I'm up for that.
Neither can I, though it's mostly because I can spot even the slightest error in the action by now.
That's sweet of you, though there's no need. I'm fine.
Any progress getting Sherry from Kate?
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Date: 2005-12-04 07:42 am (UTC)To: Leon Kennedy [lkennedy@quantico.usmc.mil]
Subject: RE: and I mean it this time
Yeah, that's kind of where I was going with that. After you blow up a few tanks, it's hard to watch Hollywood do it.
I figured you'd be fine. I just didn't want to have to bust you out of prison. :)
I'm supposed to stop by their place in the next couple of days to "discuss" it.