<strong>Leon Brentwood -- <em>Agent Hunter</em><br/>O.I. Headquarters<br/>"Nature of the Job"</strong><br/><br/>Leon managed not to roll his eyes as White tried to defend the possible vampire's actions, but shook his head in silent disagreement. He understood that transitioning from living to undead took heavy tolls on the emotions and psyche of the victim, but that wasn't a good enough excuse as White might have wished. Leon couldn't imagine how powerful a vampire's bloodthirst could be, but standing right in front of him was a bloodsucker that proved they could take their blood from creatures other than humans. One or two human deaths at the hands of a newly turned, out of control vampire was tragic, but sort of understandable. But Leon couldn't help coming back to one word...<em>roomful</em>. Whoever or whatever this was, it had made the choice to kill not once or twice, but several times over. It had had multiple opportunities to resist its murderous impulses, and had succumbed each time. It almost certainly had given itself over to its bloodlust, and the odds of rehabilitation had to be somewhere near the basement.<br/><br/>"Look, I get what you're saying. Believe me, I'm not interested in debating good and evil here. As far as I'm concerned, what we do is equivalent to pest control. We hunt down and destroy vermin that threaten human lives, no more, no less. And yeah, maybe you're right, maybe this thing can be reasoned with...or something. But I don't think we should be getting our hopes up for the happy ending on this job. The fact is, several people have already lost their lives. One way or another, there will have to be an accounting for that."