Illegal Operations: Project K Chronicles, Resident Evil [24]

Resident Evil:The Project K Chronicles {Leon S.Kennedy} pt.24 Bonnie and Clyde

Confrontations are never truly easy, thank god Karla had a lot of practice.

Oh, yes, she has such great practice with cowering behind others, forgetting she has powers 98% of the time, rushing in reckless - you get the idea.

“Agent Matthews…” you whisper as Donovan Matthews’s eyes are on you and David carefully watching you two before opening his mouth to speak.

“What on earth were you thinking when you left me to deal with your burden? Answer me that at least.” Donovan said in a clearly angry tone.

At least someone is getting a realistic reaction to something that Karla-Sue has done. It's far too late to truly appreciate it at this point but it's a nice change of pace for once.

“I wasn’t thinking…I-”

“No, you weren’t thinking.”

That would imply that she ever thinks.

Donovan said curtly as your eyes down casted while David looked at him threateningly. “I believed in you when no one else did, and that was how you repaid me? By going off and disappearing, making me look like a fool.” He snapped and his British tone was dark and angry.

How did no one else believe her? Rebecca didn't believe Kaplan's account, she even tried to make up excuses for his story. Chris, Leon, Claire - they all were right behind Karla-Sue without any proof that it wasn't her. The same goes for pretty much everyone that is friendly with Karla-Sue that wasn't needed to swap sides for MOAR DRAMA. She had plenty of asswipes traipsing along after her and believing she didn't do it without a lick of evidence.

“I’m sorry, I do deserve that.”

“Yeah you do.”

Actually she deserves death but God forbid I get that prize for reading this filth.

“Karla we have to-” you cut off David with a hand as you looked at Donovan slowly and seriously.

“Donovan, answer me this. Do you really know Demitri Frost?”

Donovan’s face didn’t change as he spoke, “Yes. Yes I do, he and I are close.”

“I see.”

Donovan than proceeded to pull out his gun and aim it at you,

Aaaaaah! I didn't need that mental image! Put it away! I implore you! PUT IT AWAY!

David was going to do the same but was stopped by you. “You’re under arrest Karla Smith and accomplice-”

“Hey! Bull fucken’ shit!” you managed to nudge David hard in the ribs.

That is not how "fuckin'" is spelled, Suethor. Beta-ing or proofing; solving so many of the world's problems, one read through at a time!

“-for eluding trial and from the charges filed against you.” Donovan finished as he went up to you and proceeded to spin you around before David hit him in the temple with his elbow, rather hard too as Donovan fell to the ground holding his head but not going in unconsciousness.

And that's how I feel about that cope-out of that situation.

“Let’s go Jugs.” David said as he grabbed you by the elbow and dragged you to the back exit.

I see we're going back to Karla-Sue's roots and allowing any random male to grab and drag her around as Karla-Sue is apparently far too useless to even be capable of walking on her own.

Suddenly you both stopped upon hearing guns clicking and red dots appearing on your bodies. Joyce came up to you two and with a look of utter sorrow grabbed the weapons off of David’s shoulder as she stepped back mouth to you her apologies.

‘McFerrin ordered them to do this.’ You thought as McFerrin appeared in front of you with a smirk.

I'm beginning to like this Agent McFerret if only for the fact that he's the only asshole doing his job right!

Seconds later Donovan came into your sight as he held the place where David had hit him, eyeing you before turning away.

“Well, Agent Matthews, do you still think she’s innocent?” Jeremy McFerrin turned to the younger man as Donovan glared at him. He chuckled and looked at you, “Lock them up; she and her buddy aren’t going anywhere.” McFerrin boasted as your employees led you two off to the underground holding cells.

I'd be happier about this turn of events if I weren't so sure there's gonna be some bullshit excuse to get them out later.

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Sherry Birkin calmly sat on the couch in the elegant office of Excella Gionne;

I thought she was dead, why's she still have an office? What, does the clone just get her jollies off on impersonating model-esque women?

the dark emerald curtains pulled back so the sunlight could hit the mahogany desk and said woman was busy looking up certain files on the desktop. Steve Burnside was busy watching the news and stress lines bore into his forehead upon finding out that several people from the BSAA and BETA were missing. One of them was Claire.

You know, I'd be more interested in this merry band of ass-hats if I knew what their motivations were, their goals, why they joined up with the clone - but I don't and thus I hold no emotional investment in any of them. I can't. I've been given nothing as to what makes them them in this fic. Without individuality there's no point in wondering what happens to them or even caring. They're just cardboard cut-outs or puppets to fill a few roles and that's it.

Ricardo Lopez was watching Excella (or K using her shape shifting powers to pose as her) from his position on her far right side.

“Mercury Corp…didn’t your dead wife work for them?” K posing as Excella asked as she turned her head to look at the older man.

Is it really necessary to keep pointing out that the clone is posing as Excella? We got it the first time, it's just getting insulting now.

“You mean your mother? You can say that she did.” He replied calmly.

“That woman has no relation to me.” She snapped before turning back to the monitor.

“You’re derived from Karla, so basically you are her.”

You know normally I'd go into this philosophical ramble about the nature behind a human clone and how can it really be classed as the same as its DNA's originator considering the different circumstances, possibly differing thought process, goals and dreams and the like - especially when you consider how human cloning has never been performed before under morality issues - but I feel that the notion behind it would be lost on this shitfic entirely.

“I told you I have no relations to her!” K now shouted, which caused Steve and Sherry to look at the two.

“Why do you two always argue? It’s not like you get anywhere.” Steve said as he turned off the television and tossed the remote on the opposite chair.

“Nobody asked you.” K hissed.

Unsurprisingly K acts every bit the spoiled brat that Karla-Sue is. Why do these people follow her again?

“K, we should focus on shutting down Mercury and Tricell instead of arguing. Don’t you agree?” Sherry asked her soft voice filled the room with understanding.

Why is it that the youngest of them all is the most mature about this entire situation?

K looked back at her, the green eyes she stole were cool and hard very hard to interpret their true meaning. “So you say. This is the first time you have spoken since I let you out of Wesker’s hands.”

A) Sherry has blue eyes! Dos) Sherry was never taken by Wesker. She was in government custody to watch for any relapse with the antidote she had been administered.

“Then obviously you haven’t been around her 24/7,” Steve got up and stretched as K turned her attention back to his form which was walking towards the door. “Because if you had been, you would know she’s quite the talker.”

Not that we'd know that. Gabby can't be assed to expand any true effort into her antagonists.

With that said he left the room as Sherry looked over at the door he had left through.

“Idiot.” K said as she continued to do her task.

“So you have heard about those kidnappings right?” Ricardo asked.

“Of course I’ve had, I’m the one that told Mercury too.”

He snapped his head towards her as did Sherry, “You?” he asked incredulously.

She looked up at him with a smirk even though her features showed she was quite annoyed with him questioning her. “Yes. I or should I say Excella and Mercury have a deal, that and they’ve developed a project.”


“What?”

“I’m not telling you everything Ricardo. Why? So you can go and warn your precious daughter about my plans? Not a chance. You interfere, and I’ll personally send you back to be experimented on…again.”

You know, if she's so concerned with Ricardo running off and saving his daughter at every chance he gets then why did she even bother to bring him along? It won't hold any emotional distress to Karla-Sue since he's already been spotted saving her once. That alone makes this a pointless excercise to any plan the clone may have.

With that said she got up and left the room leaving Sherry to stare at Ricardo with curiosity.

“She took Claire then?”

The older man nodded, “Whatever she’s up too, it’s definitely dangerous.”

“We shouldn’t interfere then, it’s not our business.” Sherry replied.

“How can you say that?! Didn’t Claire help you escape from Raccoon-”

“So what?!” Sherry snapped causing him to take on a look of surprise. “She left me behind! When she promised she would protect me! Screw her!”

Yeah, I'm still not seeing any rightful vehemence that Sherry should have in her situation. We're told she was mistreated but we never hear how or were shown, so reader's can't understand why she'd be so willing to turn her back on the ones who saved her life before. Likewise it's never expanded on how Wesker managed to snatch Sherry up - what, did Gabby just figure they let the little girl wander off into the Midwestern wilderness afterwards? The fuck?

Sherry then got up and stormed out leaving him to sigh, “Maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t have to deal with a teenage daughter.”

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“That’s Demitri. If you’re still curious.” Mark looked in front of him as an angry looking man stormed out from the entrance of the building and headed over to a parked car.

“He looks weird.” Mark replied.

How, pray tell, does the man look weird? We're never given any descriptor that would qualify as "weird."

“He is.” Leon said as he watched the car speed off into the distance. “I should’ve killed him right now for killing Ada.”

I don't even know what the fuck Leon is garbling about there. The tenses contradict each other and it makes my brain cry in response.

Mark regarded him with a wary look before turning back to the BETA building, "Kennedy, I’m going inside. There has to be something wrong." Mark opened the car door.

“Hey! Stay here!” Leon ordered him but Mark looked back at him.

"I work for the secret service. I know what I’m doing. All I have to do is walk in and get them out...hopefully that won't be too much of an issue. I'll get Karla back out for you safely. I promise."

No, actually. You can't do that. Karla-Sue is a wanted felon for the umpteenth time. He'd have to have clearance and documentation that he has jurisdiction over her to just waltz in and out with her in his "custody," as he's planning to do here.

Leon could do nothing but sigh while getting out two earpieces from the glove compartment, “Alright go in and get them out. Make sure Karla doesn’t have a scratch.”

That last statement reads as if Karla-Sue is now suddenly some type of vehicle to which I received very misogynistic vibes from.

"You got it."

Mark gets out of Leon’s jeep while fixing the earpiece in his ear and he then enters through the front entrance, only to be approached by Agent Mathews.

“Hey you there!” Mark turns and sees a tall brooding man walk towards him; he had dirty blonde hair and dark eyes he was currently holding his left temple.

‘That had to be my dumbass little brother’s doing.’

“Mark Conway.” Mark replies holding out his hand as the guy shakes it genuinely,

“I work for the secret service. I was told that you have Karla Smith held in the facility."

“Agent Donovan Matthews, FBI. We do, even though this is her premises may I see your license?” the British man asks as Mark obliges by giving him his wallet, Donovan opens it and immediately scrutinize his ID.

"Ordered by the President himself, I was sent to interrogate her personally when we heard from a Demitri Frost that you had obtained her, if I may. If you're wondering why I came alone, I have my reasons. This is confidential, and I have little time to waste."

Yeah, this is not at all how this works. Gabby15cancer isn't even trying to make this realistic anymore.

“All seems to check out, here.” Donovan handed him back his wallet. “You’re being watched. Nothing personal.”

"Thank you." Mark followed behind his footsteps.

“Alonzo, Dane. Escort Conway to the holding cells.” From there Donovan leaves the opposite direction as Mark is lead to one of the chamber cells which Karla and David were held in.

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‘This is just like Rosemary’s baby!’

‘How is this anything like Rosemary’s baby?!’

‘I don’t know I just said that because I like the movie!” you smirked while sticking your tongue out.

Chris’s eye twitched as he lunged towards you tackling you to the ground in a tickling frenzy.


“Hey get up jugs.”

I am getting so sick of hearing the name "Jugs." I'm serious when I say it ranks right up there with "toots." No self-respecting douchebag ever uses 'em in this day and age and it's clearly the author's attempt at making her characters seem more 'street.'

You leaned your head off the wall as you looked up at him; he was currently leaning on his left side against the wall looking down at you.

“Shut up Conway. Did you have to elbow Donovan?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Typical.”

"Wow, I never thought it'd come to this...You mind telling me why they want your powers?" David sat comfortably on the ground beside you.

"Mercury wants to make me into a powerful BOW, since they were competitors with Umbrella back then."


"Demitri must really like you, almost completely knock my teeth down my throat. Is it a curse that you attract all these psychotic horn dogs after you? Cause if it is, it'd explain a lot." David joked but you frowned at him clearly pissed off.

I've mentioned before how it pisses me off immensely when Suethors try to justify every male character in a 10 mile radius loving and lusting after their Sue-insert of choice use it as a "hardship" for their insert. It's not a hardship. It's stupid, okay? It is! It's not realistic, things don't work that way, and I implore all upcoming writers not to do this!

"It's not my fault, I never asked for this okay!" you snapped which surprised him a lot.


"Are ya' mad at me? I know you’re hurting, especially being kept with my ass here is not helping...I did have a choice, coming down to help you and the rest of your team. Though I owe it to you, Kennedy and Claire, for me and my brother's safety..."

“Then why did you come?” you asked quietly.

"...Be lucky I did, or else Frosty would’ve had you tied to a bed post nothing but a blindfold on." David did have a point.

“That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve heard to date, but you do have a point. Thank you.”

I just - I hate all of these people. Can we leave it at that? Because quite frankly I'm getting sick of repeating myself.

"And I heard you're other boyfriend, Chris was...in an incident. What happened?"

If anyone ever begins a phrase directed at you with "And I heard your other boyfriend" you are most definitely a skanky whore.

You knew he would ask sooner or later, and so you sucked up the courage and decided to tell him. “Chris and I were sent to infiltrate the Tricell facility in Egypt. He accidentally stumbled upon a trap in the computer system and so as we were running out I noticed he was behind, I ran back to him and that’s when everything fell apart…literally, he pushed my sorry ass out of the way and ended up being trapped there. That’s why I need to go back for him.”

"Oh, sorry about that...don't worry, we'll find him. Even if we have to search...the...entire...Sahara...desert..." David spoke slowly, having second thoughts of going to the hottest and driest place on earth. "But it'll be a fun trip, and help bronze my tan.

“Like your white ass needs one.”

“I know how about a truce? It won’t stop me from back sassing you though.”


“I suppose.” you replied while taking his offered hand and shaking it.

"Oh, and I’ll be sure to lay off the cigarettes, 'Jugs'."

“Good. And quit with the petty nickname.” You chuckled while leaning on his shoulder, your eyes deprived from the lack of sleep

"You're the boss...

I really, really despise that phrase when directed to Karla-Sue. Mostly because she has a horrendous ego trip as is, she doesn't need it expanded upon.

Now all we do is wait for so and so."

Suddenly you both hear a set of footsteps heading your way and finally they make a stop upon your cell, “Ma-” David covered your mouth to prevent you from giving away his brother’s identity.

“So you’re Karla Smith…who’s the delinquent beside you?” Mark was a damn good actor and once you all were out of here you would tell him. David however was glaring at his older brother for insulting him, he would get his.

And of course he is! Why wouldn't he be? If he wasn't then it wouldn't be convenient to Karla and we can't have that now can we?

You removed David’s hand, “Yeah, who the hell are you?” you bit back as Mark smiled. To the guards beside him it looked as though he was thinking of taking advantage of you,


to you and his brother he knew you both had caught on to his game.

“He looks like a crossing guard to me.” David responded as Mark frowned.

"Give me a moment to be alone with Bonnie and Clyde will you?" Mark ordered as the guards left the room for a brief second. He then turned to you two, "What happened?"

"Don't ask, everything went down hill as soon as me and Karla-" David was cut off when you elbowed him in the stomach.

"Well, how do we plan on going to Egypt with no ammo? What are we gonna do, throw shoes at em?" Mark stated.

"We can, but that wouldn't do a thing." David joked you shoved him to the floor as he cussed at you.

How does that constitute a joke? Jokes are supposed to be funny in some fashion. That was just a bland observation.

“How’s Leon?” you asked.

"Oh, I have him in my ear, here." Mark pointed at the earpiece.

“Tell him te amo.” You said the last in Spanish as Mark nodded smiling.

For those not in the know te amo means, predictably, "I love you." And also, Gabby, stop spoonfeeding us information. We all know your precious Sue-insert is Spanish-speaking you don't have to keep telling us she says something in Spanish when you already wrote out the Spanish words! It's belittling to your entire reading audience.

"He can hear you as well as I can. But we have to get you two out of here."

"Karla can use her powers." David said as you nodded.

“I have enough energy left to do so.”

Of course she does! Because that's CONVENIENT!

"Couldn't you use your powers long ago?" David pointed out.

Valid question to which is going to be debunked with the stupidest of answers in 3... 2... 1...

"If she did, she'll cause more attention...ever think of that?" Mark replied with a smartass tone that you giggled too.

"I don't think." David replied as you and him stood up from the ground.

“Really? I never would have guessed.” You smirked up at him with your arms folded under your chest.

"...Shut up and get us both out of here wise ass...I'm bored." David spoke back.

This all reads less like a serious fucking situation and more like three assholes being juvenile delinquents.

Then out of nowhere the guards come back in with Agent Matthews right beside them.

"This is getting better and better." David chuckled.

“Shut up nimrod.” You hissed in a whisper.

Donovan then looks over at you two, “So, you two are behaving I see.” he then turns to Mark. “Are you done with them both?”

"You have any value with the man in there?" Mark asks pointing his head to the cell.

“Him?” Donovan said while turning back to David. “He’s nothing but a worthless good for nothing piece of crap.” He said with a smirk as David glared at him obviously upset with the nasty comment.

For someone who's supposed to be this biker-douchebag he sure has a metaphorical glass jaw if that C-rate insult gets his goat.

"I'm sorry, what?" David lost his temper. "Do you want to repeat that?”

“Let it go Dave.” You warned.

“I’m sorry hard of hearing? I called you a piece of shit.” Donovan snapped at him.

“Don!” you shouted back at him.

You know, if Gabby wanted to establish a more street persona to her characters she wouldn't be afraid to really dig deep into the insult bin. Because, as it stands, this is third-rate insulting at its worst. This is an insult that has lost so much of the shock factor behind it for most of society that it's one that is often easily shrugged off.

“Stay out of it Karla.” Donovan snapped at you now.

“Hey no need to snap at her.” Mark said defending you. “Damn, longer than I thought Kennedy..." Mark whispered into the ear piece.

“What’s going on?” Leon asked hearing the commotion.

"Get me out of here!...Or..." David looked at Karla. "Or she dies!" David put you in a chokehold and removed his knife from his pocket while placing it against your neck.


“What the hell are you doing dumbass?!” you shouted frantically while trying to wrestle out of his grip.

“Release her this instant!” Matthews warned.

"You're kidding me..." Mark eyed at David closely. “What are you doing?”

"You can heal yourself can't you?" David whispered in your ear you were able to feel his warm breath on your neck and you tried desperately to remain from blushing.

“What does that have to do with anything?! Let go of me!” you hissed in a whisper as David raised a brow waiting for a real reply to his question. “Ugh, yes!” you hissed.

You know, just because she has Sue-per healing abilities it doesn't negate death. I don't know why Gabby continually ignores that fact but then again that'd be asking too much of her few remaining brain cells at this point.

“You won’t hurt her.” Donovan said with a serious face, he sure was full of himself.

"Thought you'd say that." David aimed the knife at your arm and quickly cut the skin deeply.

*dryly* Oh, yes, a cut on the arm. I can totally tell you are so serious. Here. Let me just get my key to unlock you now even though you're both worthless criminals in my eyes and I can just as easily taze the shit outta you and separate you both into your own individual cells. Whatever shall I do?

“Agh!!! You stupid asshole I’ll kill you! Come here bastard!” you tried to get at him but he applied more pressure against your neck, slightly as to not choke you.

Once again this is the one of the most contrived and forced response to something I have seen all fic.

“Karla, are you alright?”

“What do you think? Stop provoking him you bastard!” you shouted at Donovan.

“What’s going on?” Leon demanded from the other side.

"Nothing." Mark replied.

“Bullshit.” Leon cussed.

"That hurt?" David whispered.

‘Did that hurt? DID THAT HURT?!’ “Oh no, it didn’t. I got use to the pain because I use to cut myself all the time-of course it did!!!!”


"You'll live...hey Matt if you don't let me out she's six feet under." David aimed the knife at your neck again as your hands grab a hold of his arm struggling to get him to release you.

“You ass, your so dead for this!” you threatened.

“Alonzo open the door.” Matthews commanded as the short dark haired man named Alonzo complied with his superior’s orders.

Once again, Gabby has no understanding of the Real World and how it functions as to situations like this. There would have been countermeasures, the two would have been separated and - even before this whol little fiasco happened - THEY SHOULD HAVE AND WOULD HAVE BEEN FRISKED AND RELIEVED OF ANY WEAPONS, HIDDEN OR OTHERWISE. What, did he have that thing tucked away up his ass? If so I can only imagine the smell and the horrific looks on the people's faces as he reached down his pants and up his own butt to retrieve the knife in the first place!

"Was that so hard?...Karla, show me what else you can do with your powers." David then released you as you cracked your knuckles.

“Your ass is still mine.” You threatened again with a smile this time.

“So naïve.” Donovan commented while taking out his gun and pointing it at you.

“No that’s you pal.” Mark said as he pistol whipped him in the back of the head.


“Go Mark.” You complimented as he smiled and you ran up to both guards and proceeded to do a roundhouse kick to both men which sent them flying against the opposite cells and going under consciousness.


"Idiot." You then said lowly under your breath as you felt David come up from behind you that was when you threw a kick to his stomach making him double over but still he retained his smirk.

"Attitude." He replied out of breath.

Mark sighed, “This is gonna be one long ass rescue operation.”

'Jugs'? What the hell kinda nickname is that???

Solar Mother Amaterasu wrote:

'Jugs'? What the hell kinda nickname is that???

As I've said before, I think she's trying to make Slimey-Git more "street" than her other characters but she can't think of anything "street" as a nickname so she went with something she's heard on cheesy, olden-time movies with "street" characters in it. :Sweat Drop:

Ouch, that made my brain hurt. I wish she'd stop stealing ideas from movies, books, etc. Just, no, stop it already!