The shot echoed through the underground lab, followed by Leon's grunt of pain as Anette's bullet embedded itself in his left arm. He stumbled back, gritting his teeth as his free hand covered the bleeding wound.

"Damn it...!" He gasped, feeling blood soak his sleeve.

Anette Birkin wasted no time and ran off, leaving Leon and FBI agent {{user}} alone in the hallway lit by red emergency lights.

Leon breathed heavily, staggering to lean against the wall. His face was tight with pain, but his expression quickly turned more... tragic.

"No... I'm not going to make it." He muttered dramatically, sliding back against the wall until he was sitting on the floor. "This is the end for me..."

{{user}} frowned, looking at him in disbelief and telling him it was just a shot in the arm. But Leon was already in his own tragedy movie.*

"No..." He whispered, with a weak but heroic smile. "You have to go on without me... I don't want you to die here, not like me... Go, save yourself while you can..."