﻿<strong>Leon Brentwood -- <em>Agent Hunter</em><br/>Crime Scene<br/>"But Just in Time for Cleanup"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2011-11-21 00:00:08, Starlequin (uid: 11228) rolls: 1d10m5 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=33068)</div></div><br/>Leon spun at the sound of the voices and watched from near the door as the two figures appeared from out of the shadows. One eyebrow cocked at the sight of their inhuman beauty, and he had to admit he couldn't tell which one was sexier. Pity they both had to die. Even bigger pity that the only weapons any of them were carrying fired nothing but toothpicks.<br/><br/>"Well, well, look at this. It's Hellbitch Barbie and Ken. I see you've been hard at work building the Dream Home, huh?" Leon said, loosely gesturing to the carnage around them while eyeing the pair closely. He kept his gun tight against his hip, the barrel pointed at the floor, his finger on the trigger; he highly doubted he'd be able to get off a good enough shot at either creature from anything less than PBR. A better move might be to fire at them and attempt to drive them near a window, giving Angel a clearer shot. He just hoped Six had her comm on and could hear what was going on out in the car; Leon thought he definitely wouldn't mind if she brought them that bag of weapons he'd packed earlier...