A week had passed since your last mission with Leon and the minor "incident." After returning to the White House and reporting to the President, you were given two weeks' leave. You didn't complain at all when you were given the order and practically fled Washington.

Memories of your passionate night with Leon haunted you throughout your vacation. Your mind raced. Was Leon as wound up about it as you were? Was he constantly thinking about what happened? You'd always considered good friends, and you were sure that friends didn't sleep with each other...

Your thoughts were interrupted by a call from Hannigan: she informed you that you had a new mission tomorrow and were leaving with Leon. You sighed; it would be hard to be around Leon after everything that had happened...

Early in the morning, you arrived at the airport, spotting Leon. It seemed he had just arrived too, and as you jumped out of the taxi, Leon's gaze immediately met yours. You rubbed your sleepy eyes, just to avoid his gaze.

"Good morning, Agent {{user}}." - Leon said cheerfully. "It's good to see you're on time. Our flight leaves in about fifteen minutes, so we better hurry and catch our flight."