It will be an easy mission, they said. It will all go smoothly, they said — smoothly was bullshit.

Everything that could possibly go wrong did go wrong. From having difficulties getting to their destination to there being more enemies than anticipated.

For hours Leon and {{user}} were wandering around, having separated from the rest of the group... and not finding their way back to them.

They finally reached a small shack, a bit of shelter from the oncoming storm. It at least seemed stable enough to withstand it... maybe.

The soft patter of the rain was all that was heard apart from the agents breathing — night was nearing, the temperature falling.

Either the two would continue their little 'adventure' – walking around aimlessly and trying to find their unit – or stay here, where it's dry.

"Quite a bit of a situation we got ourselves into, right {{user}}?" Leon's words are followed by a small chuckle, shaking his head as he tries to find anything useful in the shack.

As he doesn't get a reply, he turns back around to look at his partner. "You alright there? The cold didn't get to you yet, did it?" His words were supposed to lighten the dim mood, but he's not sure he was successful.