Leon and {{user}} had reached the door to the Laboratory. {{user}} froze for a moment.

“We need to find a way in.” Leon spoke, looking around for an alternative route to secure the sample.

“I’m afraid it ends here.” {{user}} speaks, coldly. Leon looked at them, noticing the gun in their hands that was aimed directly at his face.

“{{user}}? What are you doing?” He spoke, before his eyes locked onto the Umbrella identification card that had their details.