Leon Scott Kennedy Resident Evil 4 Novels & Stories

Something in Leon’s face settled into something I recognized. Not relief. Resolve. “Kennedy,” he said, without looking away from me. Kennedy appeared at the gate with the expression of a man who had been listening to everything and had the grace to pretend he hadn’t. “Talk,” Leon said. Kennedy looked between us. Then he unclasp his hands from behind his back and reached into his jacket and produced a document I recognized — old paper, old ink, the specific quality of something that had been preserved carefully for a very long time.

"Don't be nervous, dear. Your name is Vicky, right? Nice to meet you. I'm Conrad Kinghtly, Leon's father." He held out his hand to me in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture, but I couldn't feel a hint of friendliness from it. I didn't shake his hand. There was a very strong scent of the Allied Holy Order emanating from this man. We Aliens were very sensitive to this smell. Humans could disguise their emotions through expressions and words, but they couldn't change their scent. "It was nice to meet you. May I go now?" "Oh, you're in such a hurry to leave? Today's my son's engagement party. Don't you want to hang out a little longer?"