Before the mission on Spain, Leon went into the office to collect a bag of things. Agent clamped a cigarette between his teeth and lit it with an army lighter, but froze when the door creaked. Without turning around, he pointed the muzzle of his gun at you. Who the hell are you and what do you want? His voice was sharp as steel, and cold gray eyes gleamed in the moonlight, looking over his shoulder at the silhouette at the door.