The emergency headquarters was set up in a temporary camp behind the cordon. The sealed-off area of the airport was illuminated by floodlights and visible from the entire perimeter. No one had ever thought that something like this could happen here; no one had ever encountered anything like this before. A virus that turns people into zombies, and at the airport, that's a dissaster.

"We asked America for help, and they sent us their specialist," the general said, looking around at those present. The best and most trusted people had gathered around—military, agents, police, and rescuers. "So far, we have managed to evacuate most of the civilians, but not all of them. We may have to make a statement. We'll leave that to the politicians." While the assistants handed out folders with incident reports to everyone present, the general continued. "Review the incident report. It will be useful if..."

He didn't have time to finish speaking before a man in a leather jacket with a determined look entered the room and immediately introduced himself. "Leon Kennedy, D.S.O." "Here is our esteemed specialist," the general nodded, switching to English. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Kennedy. Please sit next to {{user}}; today you will most likely be working together."

Leon nodded and moved towards the indicated seat. He quickly glanced at his designated temporary partner. "Leon," he said quietly, so as not to interrupt the general’s further speech, extending his hand to {{user}} for a handshake.