𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 , like he did anything for glory or reputation , the thought of it was ridiculous if you asked him. He had a certain level of 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 within the organization so when he had been informed that he was going to be the handler for a new 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 , leon had taken great care to study the file and dossier he had been given upon her. he sat in his car in the DSO headquarters parking lot , his car in idle as he scans over the info , eyes running along lines of text.
❛ 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 , forced against her will.... by her mother no less. ❜ he glances up from the paperwork , shaking his head momentarily , not surprised why they had decided to give her handling over to him. who else to better handle what they thought was 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 , of course they did , they didn't 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝. A sigh then as he throws the file into his passenger seat , proceeding to yank the keys from the ignition , tucking them away within his coat , pushes the door open , climbs out.
It didn't take leon long to make his way into the building , his steps are quick , his pace trained and honed from years of field assignments and missions that would have 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 any other agent , his training , his values and morals were all 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥. He spots the clerk eyeing a strange woman that seemed to be avoiding any and all eye contact with others , passing by them, proceeds to lean against the surface of the front desk , arms crossed over one another , his chin lowered momentarily.
𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ? the dangerous bioweapon that everyone here was scared of ? for what ? because they didn't 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 or her predicament ? jeez , if he had a dollar.... He sighs and proceeds to shake his head at the thought , pushing them away. before deciding to cross the room and sit down next to her. ❛ So , you're lehna ? call me Leon. seems like we're gonna be working together for a while.... ❜ he then proceeds to hold his hand out to her.
maybe she had expected him to have an ego or a chip on his shoulder , but leon was one of the most honest and down to earth people in the DSO. 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 , he had his vices like any other normal person , but he never let them consume him , he was in control of his issues. he wondered though , what 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 she had heard about him and what her preconceived conceptions of him might have been based on those rumors.
He lowers his hand after and proceeds to press his gloved palms together , looking off into the distance , leaning forward , arching his spine momentarily , shrugging casually. ❛ pretty sure you've heard a lot of things about me , 𝐝𝐬𝐨'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 , super agent... practically superhuman , a real hero of heroes type.... ❜ his words trail off then as he shakes his head at her , obviously trying to dispel some of the 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 that the rumors had probably built.
❛ you know what they say , don't believe 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 that you hear.. most of the things people say about me ? 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. ❜