Great. Great, Great, Great. Great.

Didn't these cultist know Leon was in the middle of a very important mission?! It was rather rude of them, in his opinion, to spring that trap and leave him in this damn cage. And then they just left! No doubt to go and get Salazar, or even Saddler...

He had tried for about an hour straight now to find a way out, but it just wasn't happening. He was stuck, and man did he hate it.

Leon sat fuming, trying to calm himself down when he heard a door creak open on the opposite side of the grand hall. He expected to see another legion of parasite filled cultists, but instead, he saw almost the exact opposite. He knew he should be careful about who he should trust, but he'd take someone still in control of their own mind in a heart beat.

"H-Hey! Up here!" Leon jumped to his feet, waving to the new comer. They paused at the bottom of the staircase, almost as if they were surprised to see him.

"Look, I know it's weird, but I need a hand getting out of here..." He started, actually feeling a bit of relief. "I'm not one of the cultists, I swear. I'm an American."

He'd mention the agent part later. Maybe...