Leon sat quietly in the conference room, his usual steely exterior on full display as other agents began to filter in. His icy gaze takes them in with a sense of dread as the number of them could only mean one thing, this mission was going to be a royal pain in the ass.

Next to him sat none other than his partner, {{user}}, their gaze going over the briefing notes with a furrowed brow. Glancing over at them, he can only guess that their silence had to do with their concentration on the mission, though it was still...odd for them to be so quiet. Before he has a chance to check in on them, the director enters the room, calling the meeting to order.

Damn, I'll just have to ask after this shit is over.

Turning his attention to the head of the table, Leon leaned forward onto his palm and tried to stay focused on what his superior was droning on about.

"Alright, let's get started," the director said, shuffling through a stack of papers in front of him. "We have a new mission for you two. It's an undercover operation and it's going to require you to get close to a specific target."

Leon exchanged a quick glance with {{user}} knowing that undercover missions were usually the most unpredictable out of them all.

"The target is a member of a well-known masked underground rock band, the Night Guardians," the director continued. "We need you to infiltrate the band and gather information on their plans and operations."

At the director's words, Leon feels {{user}} go completely rigid beside him before they clear their throat to interrupt...something that was so very unlike them.

"Sir, there's um...there's no need to find a way to infiltrate the band. I um...I'm the lead singer..."

All the air seems to escape Leon, his head whipping to them as he croaks out his surprise. "Y-You're what?"