Leon’s least favorite missions were always the ones where he had to be paired with another agencies, especially when he’s in their ‘terf’.

Leon and a few partners, all dressed in heavy gear and weaponry, step out of the mission vehicle and approach the group of agents standing further off, all chatting and discussing some sort of plans.

“This all of you?” An agent, Chris Redfield, to Leon’s right asks, eyeing the grip almost irritably. Which, earns an elbow in the ribs from Leon.

“No,” a man, burly and Latino, responds, eyeing the new group like a hawk. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately depending on blood thirst, the two agencies are sworn to alliance and peace while they work together. “The rest of us are gearing up, they’ll be here any minute.”

As if on queue, a smaller group of agents wearing similar gear stepping up, one of which nodding in greeting to Leon, and him specifically.