Isolated in the corner of the bar, Leon drank his sorrowful guilts away with each glass of whiskey he guzzled. He lost his whole squad, and now he was mentally lost. Missed calls from Chris stacked overtime. His mind was elsewhere as he wallowed in a private bubble at the table. Footsteps drew his attention.

Turning around with an exasperated sigh, he was expecting Chris.

His heart nearly stopped, blue eyes wide like saucers. One of his agents stood there, one he was sure died.

"No way..."