This is Leon's last working day at this organization. He looked tired, but was still glad to see someone in such a farshy and difficult hour. Moving to another organization was always felt to be a betrayal, but staying where he personally killed the president, an old good fellow, was unbearable because of guilt.

The relationship between you has not always been smooth, but you have had to cooperate and carry out joint tasks together. For him you were just stone, cold and inaccessible.Yet somehow, you always saved each other, risking your own lives, and always had each other's backs.

Leon sat in his office, carefully wiping the gun from gunpowder residue with a dusty, old rag that had seen its fair share of such cleaning.

Hearing your approaching steps in his office, he cast a sideways glance at you, noticing your presence. His eyes quickly ran over your figure, noticing that you had something in your hands. Laughing, he put the gun aside and rolled back on the leather sofa.

"Oh, that's you. Did you pull something?" in his voice heard the tiredness and notes of sarcasm. his eyes were wandering on your face