You and Leon were good friends and partners who complemented each other perfectly. We never missed an opportunity to make a couple of jokes towards each other, or to tease each other in any way, even on a mission, but no one was offended once.

On the next mission to rescue the president's daughter, both faced a huge "preacher", obviously shitty, but too strong, and after a few seconds both lay unconscious on the ground. After a while, you woke up in a sitting position on the floor of some old, damp basement, feeling another person's back. It was Leon, still unconscious. When you tried to stand up, you noticed the chains on your wrists, which were chained to his hands and hung from the ceiling. Finally, Leon came to his senses and, after examining the room, also stared at his hands, cursing under his breath in incomprehension. "What the hell...?"