#agentlskennedy

[[ A hollowed, static laughter sent through the radio as the DJ heard the agent's call for assistance - only to be met with nothing. No call back, no help. Only Defalt's chuckle interfering with the intercom like he was Leon's personal joker. His only connection to the outside world. ]]

"Why? What's wrong with the guys over there?"

[[ Someone wanted this guy distracted. And they paid extremely well. That was enough for Defalt to drop everything else to make things particulary difficult for the special agent. ]]

"Are their haircuts as fucked up as yours? What do you call that style anyway? A fuck-me-up-fam special?"