Leon POV

I walk through the miniature tent city to find the emergency center, where I am to meet the SRT team for the rescue of Senator Davis, keeping an eye on the teen walking along silently beside me. "Are you sure you want to be here? I don't want you getting dragged into the politics of this when the WilPharma President shows up."

She looks at me, her bright green eyes clear and sure. "I'll just avoid them when it comes to that. Besides, I'm not so sure of how seriously these people will take me." She pulls a hair tie off her wrist and loops her ridiculously long brown hair into a sloppy bun. "As it is, I'm not entering with you, remember?"

I roll my eyes as we reach the tent, and a woman's voice, in a condescending tone, drawls, "The White House sent a couple of Special Agents to deal with this mess. They ought to be here soon, you can ask them."

We step into the tent, and I shake my head. "Ask all you like, but honestly, there's nothing to discuss on the subject."

The man looks us up and down, taking in our appearances. I'm wearing my usual brown leather jacket, grey t-shirt, and jeans with combat boots and two handguns, one in a holster on my leg, the other under my jacket. Raven wears a simple pair of jean shorts and black tank top with her own combat boots, her handguns in holsters on her shoulders and a shotgun on her back, with a suspicious looking bag strapped to her leg.

"Who the hell are you two?" he asks after a moment.

"I'm Leon S. Kennedy, and this is my partner, Raven." I look at the woman across from the man. She's dressed in the same uniform, but doesn't have her dirty blonde hair in the usual braid that most in the police forces have, some even falling out of her pony tail to fall into her eyes.

She meets my gaze with interest, then looks at Raven with scorn. "You two? Isn't she a little young for something like this?"

Raven pulls out of her bag her badge and orders. "No questions about me, is that clear?"

The man takes the orders and reads over it. "Angela, let's just forget about it. These orders are pretty clear about what to do." He looks at me. "I'm Greg, and this is Angela. She's in charge of SRT here, but now that you're here, we give you what we've got and listen to you."

I nod at him. "Thanks, Greg. How about we listen to the 911 call that concerns the Senator?"

"Right." Angela sits down at the computer at the back of the tent, opening a program with the recorded calls. "Here is the one we want."

She clicks one of the most recent calls.

"How many are alive?" the operator asks.

"Four, including me. One's wounded, the Senator." A familiar woman's voice answers steadily.

"Can you give me your location?"

"We're in the VIP lounge on the West end of the arrivals lobby. Listen, I don't know how long we can hold out in here. Send help now before those things get at us. Please hurry." The voice picks up, betraying a portion of fear.

The recording ends, and I look at Raven, who is now biting her lip and looks a bit pale. "I think I've heard that voice before, I just can't place where."

I pat her shoulder. "Don't strain yourself, we've got a long night ahead of us." She nods and I turn back to Angela. "Let's take a look at a map of the place."

Greg hands her a map of the airport, and she circles a lounge. "We think the call came from here, the VIP lounge for Atmos Airlines. Right now, airport police and the state board of health are the first responders, and have shut down both main entrances and these two side entrances." She circles four more locations, then draws a line through each. "There are no other entrances to the terminal building. We believe our best bet is to fly in by helicopter and enter through the roof. The team should be comprised of-"

I cut her off. "I'll take the two of you with me, and Raven will do her own thing." She smirks and I sigh. "No one else goes in."

She stares at me. "What?! Why?"

"Because we don't need to increase the numbers of those infected. Or do you really want to be forced to shoot your friends?" Raven says sternly, walking out of the tent. I follow her outside to get the helicopter pilot.

"Hey, wait up, you can't be serious?!" the rest of what Greg says is lost as a truck passes us.

"Raven!" she looks at me as I catch up to her. "You'll be alright on your own?"

She nods, but doesn't smile like she usually does. "I'll do alright. I mean… they won't even be able to tell I'm there, if the last missions are anything to go by."

"I suppose so." I sigh. "Just be careful, I don't want to explain anything to the President if you have to take time off if you get injured badly enough."

She pokes the side of my head. "It'll give you an excuse to take some time off if that does happen though. After all, you did adopt me."

I wince. "Just to keep you out of the custody of the government. Who knows what you would have turned out like if that had happened?"

She shakes her head. "No sense dwelling on it, I went through rigorous schooling and training as it was through them." We stop walking, having approached the SRT helicopter we'll be taking. "Well, you can do the talking here."

I roll my eyes. "Of course. Pilot?!"

A man sticks his head out of the cockpit. "Hello! What's up, we ready to go?"

"Just about, just waiting on a couple more people. Where's your rope?"

He points to one of the seats in the back. "Lift up one of those, there should be a couple underneath a seat."

"Thanks." I lift up the seat, and find a long coiled rope. Taking the end of it, I tie a simple knot, then tie it again, making a solid loop. "Raven, will this work for you?"

She takes it and puts her foot in the loop. "Perfect, thanks. One question I have for you though." She puts the rope on the floor of the helicopter before looking me in the eye. "Did I ever meet you before you found me in that lab?"

I pause, then draw out my wallet, pulling out my badge from when I was supposed to be a cop in Raccoon City. "Do you recognize this?"

She takes it, and nods slowly. "It's familiar, but I can't think of why." She frowns ever so slightly. "It's almost… something that gives me a sense of safety."

"I can't be sure anymore, but at least you've got a start on remembering."

Raven POV

I sit next to Leon in the chopper as it lifts off the ground, checking my weapons and checking my stock of ammunition. "Leon, do you need a grenade?"

Angela gasps. "You're carrying grenades?! Just how bad do you think this is gonna get?!"

I purse my lips. "Worse than you think."

Leon puts a hand up. "How many are in there?" Silently, I pass him three grenades. "That many?"

"There's nothing more than the recently infected, but there are a few hundred in there, as well as the blocked passages from the plane crash." I clench a hand. "There's not much I can do to control them, but as long as you stay relatively quiet and don't take too long, I can keep them off your back long enough to get in and out easily enough."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Control them?!" Greg shouts.

I look out the open side of the chopper. "It's a long story I don't know the beginning of. Nobody does, that's alive, anyway." I frown in concentration. "Just shoot them in the head once, then move on. Don't linger anywhere for more than necessary."

They nod shakily, glancing at one another. "And where will you be?" Angela asks, a bit less condescending.

"Around. Hopefully, I'll find more survivors, but almost everyone in the airport is infected, from what I can tell." I mutter. I then see the roof being lit up in the spotlight. "This is your stop, guys."

Leon holsters his gun and stands up, tossing the rope down. "See you shortly, Raven." He then slides down the rope, quickly followed by the two SRT agents.

"Pilot, I need you to get me round to the front of the building!" I shout. He pulls away as I pull the rope back up. "Get to those windows, then go up until I say to stop!" He gets up to the length of the rope where I can swing out. "Halt! This is my stop! Thanks for the lift, Pilot!" I flash him a bright smile before I jump out, holding the rope in both hands, one in the loop, the other just above it. I swing myself around in a circle before I run out of slack, and manage to crash through a window, landing in a pile of shattered glass on my feet.

Standing up, I pull out one of my handguns, and quickly kill three of the undead, before I look around to see where I am. I find myself in the main lobby of the building, and head immediately west, where I can sense the lives of ten survivors, three of them having just been added, and heading to rescue the known four. That leaves me with three unknown survivors in the area. I pull out my radio and set up my earwig.

"Leon, there's three unknown survivors to add to the four. I'm looking for them now." I whisper to him.

His voice immediately responds. "Understood. We'll keep our eyes open for the extras."

I go on guard again as I hear a whimper echo through the huge room, and a gasp with it. "Hello?" I call softly. "Come out where I can see you."

A woman, shaking with nerves, comes out with her hands in the air. "He-help?"

"Yes, I'm here to help you." I glance around. "Come on, I'll get you out of here." She limps over to me, and I immediately look her over for any bites. "Were you bitten at all, or has any blood gotten into your mouth or any other open wounds?"

"N-no… I was hit b-by a chunk o-of concrete in th-the crash." She stutters, lost in shock.

I go to her side and wrap her arm over my shoulders, then radio Leon again. "Leon, I found one of the three, but she's wounded. I'm getting her out now, then will continue the search." I hear nothing in response for a moment, then hear gunfire in the distance. "Leon?! What's going on?!"

He doesn't answer for another moment, then I hear a sigh. "We found a large group of infected in the office section. No survivors in there, and no injuries."

"And why did I hear all of that gunfire?" I ask, getting a little angry.

"Greg was messing around, wasting his ammunition, and almost got infected himself." There's a pause for a moment, as I continue towards the doors. "Get your survivor out, then we'll look for the others. We'll be more careful on our end."

"Clear." I finally reach the doors, where a squad of Marines are waiting for our extraction. I pass the woman over to them. "She needs medical attention, and make sure she's not infected." The one supporting her nods, and I head back in. "One out, two to go Leon."

I hold my gun out in front of myself, and walk silently over the floor, breaking the necks of any undead that get too close to me for comfort, even though they can't sense me as a living human. Another round of gunshots, although just a few, set my teeth on edge, until Leon radios me again. "We found a survivor, the Senator's secretary. We're getting close to the lounge. Try to find the last survivor."

I hear a scream, then sense the last life unaccounted for dissipate. "It's too late. The undead found them first." I take a deep breath. "I'll work on clearing the area, then meet up with you once I get past the airplane. Ignore the explosion in a second, I have to clear away some rubble."

I pull out one of my remaining five grenades, hide behind a wall, and throw the explosive towards the blockage in front of the crashed plane. Four seconds later, the thing explodes, shattering glass everywhere and sending shrapnel everywhere. "Raven?! You alright?!"

"Gah! Don't yell in my ear! I'm fine!" I pull out my gun. "I'm on my way to your location now."

Leon POV

"Leon?" Claire asks, getting my attention. "Who's Raven?"

"My partner, and adopted daughter." She gapes at me. "I found her on a mission soon after I recovered from the Raccoon City injuries, and didn't want her to fall under the government's custody like Sherry."

Greg grabs my shoulder roughly. "You would drag your daughter into this mess?!"

I jerk out of his grip and glare. "It's not like I had much choice. I was on my way here anyway to pick her up from her last solo mission when I got the assignment. I had to actually get her out of the group of quarantined people. She's just lucky she had her weapons shipped back early and that I was stupid enough to leave them in my car."

Claire steps between us, separating us a bit further. "Think about it, we can use all the help we can get in order to get out of here alive, and if she's as good as Leon says, then don't argue."

"Leon?" her shaky voice comes through my earwig.

"What's wrong?" I ask her, frowning.

"I feel sick, and I can't think straight…" she starts coughing, and I move towards the door. "Leon, what's happening to me?"

"Listen to me, stay where you are, we're coming to you! I have your medicine!" I turn to the rest of the people in the room. "Claire, you're with me. Angela, Greg, we'll be back with Raven shortly." I pass Claire my backup pistol as they nod, then pull the syringe case from my coat, checking that it's still undamaged.

"Leon, what's wrong with her?" Claire asks when we leave the lounge, the door being locked behind us. "Why can't anybody else come along?"

I shake my head. "None of them have the same experience as we do, and you can calm her easily, I'm sure." I pause for a moment. "You know how I said I found her on a mission?" She nods in understanding. "She was being experimented on by Umbrella with the T virus, and her body tolerates it, for the most part, but she has to be given injections regularly to keep it from making her sick. She must have had her kit confiscated when she was rounded up for quarantine earlier, and missed her last injection."

She looks shocked. "She's still living with the virus in her? Like Sherry?"

I nod. "In a way, they are a lot alike with those viruses, but Sherry doesn't have any complications with the G virus since we were able to give her the vaccine as fast as we did. Raven wasn't so lucky." I lift the mic to my mouth. "Raven, where are you?" I get a pained groan in return over the radio. "Fire a shot so we can find you, can you do that for me?"

A gunshot rings out, and Claire turns to the left hallway. "That way, the same way I came here from." We walk down a couple of halls, and find her laying on her side, eyes squeezed shut in pain, and breaths coming in painful gasps. "Oh my god!"

Her eyes open, glowing slightly, and she tries to push herself up, but can't muster the strength to do so. "Wh-who…?"

I crouch down next to her and get the syringe ready. "Raven, look at me." She turns her gaze to me. "This is Claire, and she's going to hold your hand while I give you the shot, alright?" I nod at Claire, who takes one of her hands, squeezing gently. "Okay, it'll sting for just a moment."

I stick the needle into the correct vein in her arm, and press down on the plunger. For a moment after, she whimpers in pain, then closes her eyes, the tension in her body relaxing as the pain goes away. "What happened? What did that stuff do to her?"

I gather her in my arms and stand up. "Her body is accepting the vaccine, and is essentially rebooting, in simple terms. She'll be like this for just a few minutes, then be back to normal again." She stands up, and we start the walk back to the lounge. "Although, she might be a tad bit… angry when she does wake up."

"Why would she be angry?" Claire glances at Raven.

I wince slightly. "I never told her that this might happen if she missed an injection, just drilled it into her never to let it happen, and to give herself a double dose for missions."

Claire rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Wow, Rookie. And how many years have you been her guardian for?"

"Six years, give or take a few months." I look at the door. "Finally, we're back."

Greg opens the door and steps aside, letting us in. "Whoa, is she hurt?" he asks.

"No, just give her a moment to wake up." I answer, laying her down on a couch gently, then accept my gun back from Claire, who goes to assure Rani that nothing bad had happened to her.

Raven POV

I open my eyes slowly, feeling the stuffed leather cushions of a couch under me, and look around the room. A young girl, maybe eight years old, sits next to me, watching me intently. "Claire, she's awake!" she almost screeches, causing me to scrunch up my face and cover my ears.

"Shh, Rani, not so loud." She gently scolds the girl, then turns to me, checking my pulse. "But I guess it is time that you get up now, Raven."

I uncover my ears and take a deep breath, feeling a slight pounding in my head. As I sit up, I ask, "May I please have some water?"

Leon, a step ahead already, offers me a full glass of cool water. "Glad you're up."

I drink half of the water in one gulp, feeling the pain vanish almost instantly. "Thanks, for finding me. How long have I been out for?"

"About ten minutes, surprisingly. We've worked out a route to get out, and need you to try focusing enough to clear a path for us." He kneels next to me and checks my pulse for himself, then puts a hand on my forehead, which I swat away. "Feeling up to standing?"

"Sure, why not? I don't want to stay on this couch anyway, it smells horrible." I take his hand and stand up, dizzy for a second before the world settles properly around me.

Angela frowns at me. "It smells bad? I thought it smelled normal."

I scrunch up my nose. "I have heightened senses, and it comes with a much more sensitive nose." I shiver involuntarily. "Believe me, there are some truly awful things I've come across that you would think are mildly unpleasant but bearable."

"Well, now that sleeping beauty is awake, can we please get going?!" Senator Davis shouts, and I glare at him.

I feel my eyes glow as my vision sharpens even more, focusing on him. "Shut up, you-"

Leon puts his hand over my mouth, cutting me off. "Enough. Just ignore him for now." He turns to the Senator with a glare, removing his hand. "Though I will agree in a more civil manner, you need to keep your voice down, Senator. These things are drawn even faster to sound than scent."

The Senator fists his hands and huffs like a spoiled brat. "Then let's just get out of here already."

Claire takes Rani's hand tightly in hers. "We'll have to move fairly fast, just so we don't get caught. Greg, you're helping the Senator; I have Rani; Leon, Angela, and Raven clear the path, alright? The secretary and flight attendant stay between me and Greg."

The Senator turns on her. "And how are you, the NGO member, such an authority here?"

Before Leon can open his mouth, I answer. "She's one of the rare Raccoon City survivors, like me and Leon. She's pretty much an expert in dealing with these situations."

Leon and Claire stare at me, before he finally asks, "And how did you know that you and she are both survivors?"

I blink, surprised by myself. "I dunno, it just came to me." I shrug, passing it off as a fluke. "Can we just get out of here?"

I get nods from everybody, and lead the charge out of the lounge.

Okay, part one of the movie is done. Now, to clear up any confusion, everything that happens before Leon shows up is exactly the same as it is in the movie, so I didn't bother with writing it all out. If you're really interested, then you can go watch it, I love it and watched just to get some of the dialogue correct for over an hour. I would love to get some feedback in the near future before I update next, so yeah! And don't rely on others to review, it just makes it take that much longer!

I do not own Resident Evil Degeneration.