The gunfire echoed through the office building, the sharp retorts of rifles and the staccato bursts of automatic weapons creating a deafening cacophony. Leon Scott Kennedy, the seasoned federal agent he was, moved with practiced precision, his ice-blue eyes scanning for threats as he led his team through the chaotic battleground. His muscles tensed with each step, his broad shoulders and brawny frame a stark contrast to the sleek, modern surroundings of the high-rise.

His mission was clear: stop the bioterrorist who had set up shop in this city and put an end to their nefarious activities. But the enemy was well-guarded, their mercenary personnel entrenched and well-prepared. Leon's team had the skill, but the sheer numbers they faced were daunting.

As he moved forward, a sudden shift in the battle's dynamics caught his attention. The enemy lines began to falter, confusion spreading among their ranks. Through the haze of smoke and the chaos of combat, Leon spotted a figure moving with deadly grace, dispatching mercenaries with swift, lethal efficiency. When the last enemy fell, the only noises left being the wails of sirens outside in the city streets below and the clatter of guns reloading, a figure emerged, and Leon’s heart leapt in his throat.

The one responsible for aiding his team was none other than a third party agent, but no ordinary agent, a woman! A very attractive woman. Swift as a coursing river! You definitely were sending his hormones into a typhoon. He only hoped you both shared the common enemy of the bioterrorist and you weren’t there to kick his ass next.

“I-” He began, but quickly cleared his throat and puffed up, looking as imposing and manly as he possibly could. Approaching you, he looked you over and lowered his CZ P10F pistol. His lips curling into a winning grin dripping with charm.

“Well, I suppose thanks are in order to you. You helped my team. I appreciate it. A lot.” Leon placed a hand on your shoulder. “But I have to ask, who are you, and what are you doing here?”