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The mission was over. Acrid smoke still spiraled from the muzzle of Leon's pistol as the last Umbrella operative slumped to the rain-slicked street. The two of you stood beneath the sickly glow of a failing streetlamp, the quiet thick with the smell of cordite and wet asphalt. His shoulders were corded with tension, but the usual sardonic remark died on his lips. Instead, he pulled out his phone, answering a call from Hunnigan. You watched his face transform—from weary exhaustion to dazed confusion, then hardening into a mask of cold, absolute disbelief. His blue eyes locked onto yours, and the gun that had moments ago defended your life now pressed its cold weight against your forehead. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "you... you are a fucking spy..." The words lingere…