Leon let out a heavy sigh as he looked over the data Luis was showing him. The new trials were promising, but that veining was still present. Those veins scared people, and everyone would know something was up before the Los Illuminados were able to do anything.

"I thought you made this strain, Luis." The blond grumbled, eyeing the scientist.

"I didn't make it, Sancho! I just altered it! There is still much to learn about Las Plagas, you know." The Spaniard huffed, taking that sheets of data back. He was about to say something else when the heavy wooden doors burst open, and the only man capable of doing so walked in.

"Krauser?" Leon addressed his former mentor, though that part of his life was locked away deep in his subconscious by the parasite. The brutish general gave a curt nod in greeting, but Leon's eyes were drawn to the figure thrashing in his grip.

He could tell, feel, they were infected, but it must've only been an hour or so ago. Poor thing is going to have a rough few days... He thought with a small chuckle, sitting up straighter.

"And who is this?" Leon started, lounging in the throne as he reached for a goblet, taking a sip.