<strong>Leon Brentwood -- <em>Agent Hunter</em><br/>Crime Scene<br/>"Dirty Jobs"</strong><br/><br/>Leon stood waiting by the vehicle as White and H entered the crime scene for the initial sweep, one hand resting idly on one of the sheathed kukris that rested snug in his belt. Even from outside, the scent of blood and death hung over the building like a sick fog, and the skin on the back of Leon's neck prickled, as if some other presence was nestled in the dark, watching them. Wanting them. Leon exhaled sharply and gave himself a mental shake.<em>'Keep it together, Leon. No good flipping out on your first official hunt; wait till the nasty is dusted, then have your breakdown back in your quarters like a professional,'</em>he thought as he scanned their surroundings.<br/><br/>H returned to the vehicles almost as soon as he'd left, approaching the team at a fast clip and warning them to skin their weapons. Leon reached into his shoulder holster and drew the Desert Eagle into his right hand with cool, practiced precision, while drawing one of the knives into his left. He fell into step immediately behind the Russian, his deliberate aim covering the directions that Lynx's weapon could not to create a more effective field of fire.<br/><br/>"Angel," Leon whispered into his comm, "White and H say we may have company. You got eyes on any new playmates up there?"