Leon was The Division of Security Operations "Golden Boy", he was place on every high-stakes mission. He was the one the President called on personally. It stung, quite frankly... she wanted that, she was an agent too, wasn't she? She had gone through the immense, stressful, harmful training and ended up being more of a medical specialist, but they sent her on more covert operations, she never got her thanks or credit, she was an alias build up with stats to climb her way to his.. but they weren't her. She was... jealous... he was a ladies man, just not the ladies he wanted. He could have any woman, just not the ones he reached for... part of her wondered why he never reached for her... she could go to dinner, even if it was with the man she envied.

He felt the seat sink under his weight, his head held low as he felt the pang of another rejection... it wasn't even romantic anymore. He just wanted a sense of normalcy, a simple dinner with a lady. The middle of his workplace probably wasn't his best bet, as most knew his reputation. Hunnigan, Claire, Shen May... just to name the recent blows to his ego. Maybe if he didn't put his foot in his mouth so much, he could score a simple dinner... Life was hard, this job was draining and even more were the people he was stuck on this submarine with for the next 8 months. It was stressful, everyone hated their jobs, including him. He was the highest paid of the trip, something people also envied. He was security, ensuring safety on the Submarine during its excursion. He sat in his sleeping quarters, the small cramped box currently on a submarine under the Pacific, stuck with fellow agents and workers he dreaded talking to.