❝ an arasaka suit? what're you doing here? ❞ the agent inquires, as instinct pulled him into a weapon-ready stance, with every muscle taut ... for anything could've rounded that corner. for now, it was not something with slavering teeth and half-moulded form. it doesn't take a genius to figure out why arasaka has sent one of their own here. the bio-weapon he's here to collect isn't just that — it's theirs, and they've come to reclaim.
leon lowers his wrists slightly, keeping weapon raised just enough, but with the barrel pointed toward the ground. ❝ look, you don't wanna be here. ❞ he warns, fairly so. whatever had been stolen, the thieves of which are already paying the price, in ways that leon knows all too well. a flicker of dry humor edges his tone, ❝ unless ... arasaka's got you on some premium life insurance policy? ❞
*̷ ━━━━━ a starter for @aratsaka,