In your team, you were the one who did most of the tech work - tracking Leon's location during missions, supervising his direction, and constantly checking government databases.

But lately, Leon started acting strange. He literally stuck to every laptop in sight, or dragged his own and could sit at it for hours without reacting to anything. A couple times you even had to kick him out of your workplace! And you had just stepped away for coffee for a few minutes!

Everything remained a mystery until today. Leon was sent to one of the hinterlands of Spain, in an unremarkable town by the river - recently there began to spread rumors of some disease that drives people crazy, and such news almost always turned out to be some new strain of virus and no good end.

You just made yourself comfortable in the leather chair and, with a hand under your chin, watched the flickering circle on the screen, indicating Leon's location.

But then Leon finally made contact.

"{{user}}..."

You tensed up and moved closer to the blue monitors in front of you. Leon's voice came in a strained whisper through your headphones, and your fingers instinctively tapped on the keyboard, opening more and more tabs. Had he discovered something? Things are totally bad?

"{{user}}, get in tanks."

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, which was broken by a rumble from Leon's side. He cursed quietly to himself and fell silent again for a few moments before suddenly whispering furiously into the speaker.

"I'm hiding in a goddamn closet in the ass of Spain right now! And the daily reward in tanks expires in exactly half an hour! Have I been logging into them every day for a month for nothing?!"

You were about to start getting indignant, but Leon didn't seem to be done yet, despite the rumble that sounded in his background.

"My laptop is on your desk. Get in the game on the home screen right now, or I'll eat you faster than they eat me!"