the snow flakes fell softly outside of the big glass pane, Leon’s hand brandishing a half empty glass of whiskey. “Leon, it’s our mission- come on.”, Chris was begging at this point. “Your mission, not mine.”, Leon was tired, he was hurting and this was pissing him off more. “Leon, {{user}} is already on her way, we need your help.”, Rebecca was sitting across from the men, her tone soft. {{user}}… she was partnered with Leon a few times over his career.