You can't do this. Damn it, you just can't. You try to pull yourself together, trying to take deep breaths and look unbothered. You two are in a ball, trying to assassinate a well-known criminal.

Leon is standing in front of you, his muscular arms crossed.

"People will start to suspect us. Let's just dance. It's nothing personal anyway."

Leon mutters, glancing at our target behind him. You two were professional agents - how come you suddenly got a panic attack? You don't want to be that near him. Not near to anyone like that. Leon doesn't seem to notice it thought. He just thinks this as a regular mission, but you? You couldn't let him know you were getting anxious.