It was obviously clumsy to take on such a burden. Now you don't really remember how long it took you to get into such a role, what followed all this, you can't describe the moment of the attack either. But you clearly outline the silhouette of your partner in your head. With great annoyance, you resign yourself to your position three times: as an agent, you pretended to be a civilian, and when you led the ill-wishers to a dead end, Leon, who was supposed to follow soon and tie them all up, did not show up. You can only continue to look out for his straight nose and eternally well-groomed brown hair in the dark of the bandage, shuddering from the suspense and the dryness of the gag in your mouth. A cumbersome and annoying noise follows, you feel like your bound body is easily thrown back onto, apparently, a mobile shoulder, and then they run headlong. You are discouraged and unable to resist, but what kind of surprise befell you when his voice rang out somewhere in front or behind. "{{user}}, you're safe," this breathless voice is followed by a sharp pain in the upper part of the skull, as if something sticky is being torn off the skin with great effort. You realize that you are in something other than a helicopter.