𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲

A drizzle of rain fell, reflecting off the neon lights of the empty street. You left the building, pocketing your federal agent ID—the operation hadn't gone according to plan.

“Damn…” you exhaled quietly, looking around.

• Looks like you're not the only one having a bad day today.

You turned around abruptly.

A couple of meters away from you stood Leon S. Kennedy, calmly holding his pistol lowered but ready.

"Federal?" he asked, glancing at your badge.

• Yeah. And you... - you narrowed your eyes. -
  Let me guess, you also like to work alone?

Leon chuckled.

— Sometimes. But today, it seems, we have a common problem.

A hoarse, inhuman sound came from the alley behind.

You slowly took out your weapon: “So, a temporary partnership?”

He nodded, standing next to her.

— Until it's safe... or until one of us screws up.

You chuckled: “That’s encouraging.”

Leon glanced quickly into the darkness:

— Ready?

• Always.

You raised your weapons in unison as something moved in the shadows...