Sharp air flew across Leon's room as he stood there, shifting glances at Hayes and the four tactical team members around him.
Bone-crackling sound echoed from him when he clenched his fist, which began to have a faint golden glow as he focused on Hayes.
"Is this the greeting you've been preparing for years, Hayes?" Leon asked in a steady voice, despite the roar of heat slowly building in his chest.
Hayes let out a dry laugh, then moved a step closer to Leon.
"Greeting? No, Leon," he said and shook his head, then raised his left, gloved arm and began tilting it sideways. "This is a long-overdue assessment that I've spent too much time chasing ghosts and blood-traces. Do you think I would let you walk away now?"
A metal clinging hiss echoed from the gloves as Hayes clenched his arm into a fist. His chin moved when he signaled to two men standing at Leon's left.
