<strong>Leon Brentwood -- <em>Agent Hunter</em><br/>O.I. Headquarters<br/>"Heavy Metal Thunder"</strong><br/><br/>Leon stuffed his bag into the trunk of the car along with White's and stood by the vehicle as he waited for the others to arrive. He felt both relieved and annoyed by White's casual and ill-timed admission that he'd brought along a cache of non-vampire-themed weaponry; if he'd known the vampire was actually planning ahead, he wouldn't have brought so much firepower of his own. But it didn't matter, he supposed. Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it, after all. The tidbit about their badges was nice to know as well, although Leon felt if they did their jobs properly they shouldn't need to rely on Presidential authority.<br/><br/>He gave another quiet nod to the others as they entered the hangar and approached the cars, and listened to the new debate. Angel's suggestion for code words had its merits, but Leon silently shared the others' sentiments. If things went south, she shouldn't need to be told to shoot something. He couldn't help smiling a little at the exchange between Six and the Russian, and playfully clapped a hand on the shorter girl's shoulder. "What do you know, another asylum resident! And here I thought I'd be the only psychopath in this unit," Leon said with a grin. "Don't worry, short round. Like the nice muscular communist lady said, you just leave the bug-stomping to us." He climbed into the truck's passenger seat and reached one arm out the window to bang on the vehicle's roof.<br/><br/>"Alright people, let's get these monster-mashing mobiles rolling!"