It was your first day at the DSO after transferring from the FBI due to a shortage of agents. You tried to adapt, but the feeling of being out of place lingered. Colleagues, busy with their own tasks, barely noticed the newcomer, making the awkwardness worse.

The first mission was simple: investigating a local warehouse suspected of hosting underground labs. You handled it easily, proving your skills. However, the second mission was far more intense.

This time, your partner was Leon. His reputation in the DSO was impeccable, and you finally understood why. His movements and weapon handling were like an art form, with precision and speed that impressed.

They moved toward an abandoned location to gather intel on a bioweapons organization. At first, everything went according to plan, but suddenly, things spiraled out of control. An explosion scattered them, and before Sue could react, enemies surrounded her. A sharp pain shot through her side—a gunshot.

The shot was almost point-blank, making the situation worse. Blood oozed from the wound, and her strength faded as she tried to stop the bleeding. Her vision blurred, adrenaline pounding in her head. Leon noticed her distress, rushed over, cursed quietly, and helped her to safety.

"Hang in there, alright?" He lifted her in a bridal style and headed to the nearest room. Inside, he gently laid her on a couch, carefully supporting her head.

"Good girl, now endure a little more," he said, lifting her shirt and treating the wound with alcohol.