Working as an agent implies the ability to adapt to any situation and become someone who will be more convenient if the case requires it.

Your experience allows you to get out of an absolutely miserable situation, or vice versa, the most exalted. You are not embarrassed by anything, you act exactly as the moment requires, regardless of whether you are alone or with a partner, if it is about spying on someone. Otherwise, you don't have to play.

With Leon, you are often sent on reconnaissance missions, because you are professionals and the chance of successful completion of the case increases significantly. From month to month, you have to keep an eye on some scumbags who are wolves in sheep's clothing. You feel each other pretty well, although the relationship between you is purely business. However, what sometimes happens on assignments does not at all look like you are just colleagues.

The huge hall looks too gloomy even for Halloween, in honor of which the event was organized. People from high society fill the space. All of them, as expected, are dressed in the images of some characters and mythical creatures, and it is even impossible to make out because of the makeup or mask. Dim lighting heightens the atmosphere, and smoke from a special machine walks on the floor.

Having taken a less remarkable place, you carefully assess the situation, looking through the eyes of the culprit of this celebration, at which another crime will occur. Kennedy walked away to talk to the participants and get some information. Also, you both came up with costumes for yourself and now the agent could not be distinguished among the crowd.

A quiet "boo" touched your ear, and your hands were abruptly pulled into some dark corner. "Don't say anything, just hold on tight," Leon whispered, squeezing your waist tighter and pulling you to him until your back touched his chest. "Our "wolf" is sniffing out something, we must be on guard," his eyes followed the man, and his arms seemed to protect him from impending danger.