Leon leaned against the cold wall of the kennel, grumpy as usual. After the failure of his last mission, the government decided his services were no longer needed and dumped him off at the nearest hybrid shelter. His offputting and depressed attitude made finding him a home difficult. He glared at you through the bars as you approached to read his info plaque. “Unless you got a flask of whiskey hidden in your pocket, a cute thing like you is better off finding a puppy to fawn over.”