Why it sucks having morals...
Dec. 8th, 2005 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
governmentninjaLeon sat in a chair in his apartment, his cell phone in his right hand, a very subtle frustrated expression on his face. He had been sitting there for hours, flipping his phone open, always on the verge of making a phone call, only to flip it shut before hitting 'send'. After about the 120th time he did that, he growled in frustration. Why was he even considering this?
Salazar had been kidnapped. By Wesker. And everyone expected him to be one of the people to run off and go rescue him. From Wesker. He still couldn't believe it. Did they just expect him to forget the history he had with Salazar? The Spanish Midget Pirate Zombie™ and that cult of his, the Los Iluminados, had made Leon's life a living hell. They infected an innocent village, destroyed thousands of lives, conducted hideous experiments, kidnapped Ashley, injected him and Ashley with parasites so that they would become their slaves... the list went on. The Iluminados were essentially a copy of Umbrella, only dressed in as a cult.
Why was he even thinking about doing this?
Ok, yeah, admittedly, Wesker having Salazar was a bad thing, from a purely tactical standpoint. But, this was Salazar. Didn't that little bastard deserve to be tortured for the things he's done? It's almost a poetic justice for it.
Leon sighed, and looked around aimlessly for a moment, until his eyes landed on a picture of his father. His father was the one who taught him right from wrong, and he wondered what would his father do in this instance.
Thinking back, in the early 90's, a gang war had broken out in Southwest Philly. Leon had asked his father why the cops had bothered to get in the middle of it, rather than just get the innocent people out of harms way, and let the fuckers kill each other (Note: Leon did not actually say the word "fuckers" to his father, for obvious reasons). His father responded that while that may be the easy thing to do, and maybe even the smarter thing, it wasn't the right thing to do. It wasn't his job to decide who deserves to live and who deserves to die. The law was the law, and everyone was protected under it. Because if they weren't, then it simply couldn't work.
...fuck.
Leon looked at the picture of his father again, and he could almost sense the disapproving gaze from beyond the grave. He stared down the picture as if he was in a battle of wills, one in which he finally admitted he lost with a loud growl of "Fine!"
He flipped his phone open and made the call he had been trying to make for that past several hours. "Yeah, this is Special Agent Kennedy, put me through to the President..."
About an hour later, when even the President failed to talk Leon out of it, everything was all set. Due to the nature of both who and what Salazar was, this was going to be a strictly under the table operation. Not even the Subcommittee reviewing him at the moment would know about it, which meant that not only was his life being put at risk, but so was his career. Fuck you Salazar. His mission was left purposely vague, simply "Make sure Umbrella can no longer perform research on the live Master Plaga sample". However he chose to accomplish that was up to him. Once he knew the location, he would have transport in and out, but he could have a small number of people on the ground with him, no questions asked.
Now came the hardest part... how in the hell would he ever explain this to Claire?
Salazar had been kidnapped. By Wesker. And everyone expected him to be one of the people to run off and go rescue him. From Wesker. He still couldn't believe it. Did they just expect him to forget the history he had with Salazar? The Spanish Midget Pirate Zombie™ and that cult of his, the Los Iluminados, had made Leon's life a living hell. They infected an innocent village, destroyed thousands of lives, conducted hideous experiments, kidnapped Ashley, injected him and Ashley with parasites so that they would become their slaves... the list went on. The Iluminados were essentially a copy of Umbrella, only dressed in as a cult.
Why was he even thinking about doing this?
Ok, yeah, admittedly, Wesker having Salazar was a bad thing, from a purely tactical standpoint. But, this was Salazar. Didn't that little bastard deserve to be tortured for the things he's done? It's almost a poetic justice for it.
Leon sighed, and looked around aimlessly for a moment, until his eyes landed on a picture of his father. His father was the one who taught him right from wrong, and he wondered what would his father do in this instance.
Thinking back, in the early 90's, a gang war had broken out in Southwest Philly. Leon had asked his father why the cops had bothered to get in the middle of it, rather than just get the innocent people out of harms way, and let the fuckers kill each other (Note: Leon did not actually say the word "fuckers" to his father, for obvious reasons). His father responded that while that may be the easy thing to do, and maybe even the smarter thing, it wasn't the right thing to do. It wasn't his job to decide who deserves to live and who deserves to die. The law was the law, and everyone was protected under it. Because if they weren't, then it simply couldn't work.
...fuck.
Leon looked at the picture of his father again, and he could almost sense the disapproving gaze from beyond the grave. He stared down the picture as if he was in a battle of wills, one in which he finally admitted he lost with a loud growl of "Fine!"
He flipped his phone open and made the call he had been trying to make for that past several hours. "Yeah, this is Special Agent Kennedy, put me through to the President..."
About an hour later, when even the President failed to talk Leon out of it, everything was all set. Due to the nature of both who and what Salazar was, this was going to be a strictly under the table operation. Not even the Subcommittee reviewing him at the moment would know about it, which meant that not only was his life being put at risk, but so was his career. Fuck you Salazar. His mission was left purposely vague, simply "Make sure Umbrella can no longer perform research on the live Master Plaga sample". However he chose to accomplish that was up to him. Once he knew the location, he would have transport in and out, but he could have a small number of people on the ground with him, no questions asked.
Now came the hardest part... how in the hell would he ever explain this to Claire?
