Leon stares down at a large wooden crate in front of his desk in his large office, overlooking a dark city, neon lights glimmering in the rain. He watches the crate silently, planning his next actions wisely. The specialists said they had restrained the hybrid, so it wouldn't be a threat, but he takes caution nonetheless as he approaches the wooden crate, unlatches the lock, takes a step back and looks inside. He smiles subtly, satisfied with what he sees. "Well, aren't you a pretty thing?"
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