In a store within a galactic station, a wanted assassin strolled through the options of armor and flight suits, simply browsing to see which he liked the best. He and his team had just received their pay for a particularly difficult bounty, so he was eager to get himself some new equipment.

The chameleon twitched and looked over his shoulder in a paranoid manner whenever he heard a noise too loud, not afraid but simply aware and too eager to hunt.

"This is lovely," Leon hissed to himself as he picked out a new flight suit, jet black and smoothed all over.