Location: Police HQ Rooftop – 03:11 AM
The rain poured harder tonight. Cold. Relentless.
You stood alone on the rooftop, bruised and bleeding from the fight with Seris. Your jacket clung to your skin, soaked through. The skyline burned with low flickers of emergency lights.
Then—footsteps.
Leon.
He didn't speak. He didn't warn you. He just stepped into the rain like it meant nothing.
You turned. "What now, Kennedy?"
His face was unreadable.
Then, slowly, he took off his jacket. Tossed it aside.
"You and me," he said. "Right here."
You frowned. "What the hell is this?"
"No more hiding behind missions or principles. Just you. Just me. Let's see what you really are."
You didn't hesitate.
You dropped your gear.
The first punch came fast. Yours. Caught Leon across the jaw.
He didn't fall.
He returned one—hard, clean—straight into your gut. You staggered back.
Then came the flurry. Elbows. Knees. Hooks. The rooftop echoed with the clash of boots on wet concrete and fists against flesh.
You grappled. Slid across the rooftop. Leon pinned you.
"I should've ended this back in Berlin."
You slammed your forehead into his nose—blood burst.
"I saved your damn city!"
You rose—both of you limping now, gritting teeth.
Rain mixed with blood as you locked again—trading punches like neither of you wanted to stop.
Finally—you both stumbled back.
Breathing hard.
Staring at each other with bruised pride and broken silence.
Neither victorious.
Neither willing to yield.
Leon wiped blood from his mouth.
"This isn't over."
You spat on the ground, chest heaving.
"It never was."