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Hunnigan: Roost to Condor One. I’ve got that intel you requested on Luis Serra. It seems he used to be a researcher for Umbrella.
Leon: Umbrella? I should’ve left him in that bag to rot.
Hunnigan: I’m sending you the details. Take a look, but Baby Eagle is your priority.
Leon: Copy that. Making my way to the church. Condor One out.
Leon: You too, huh? Take care of yourself, buddy.
Leon: What!?
Leon: A church… I made it.
Leon: Damn it. Condor One to Roost. The church is sealed up.
Hunnigan: And Baby Eagle?
Leon: Negative, nothing yet. But they sure do have this place locked up tight.
Hunnigan: I see. I can think of one reason they’d want to do so.
Leon: Oh she’s here, that’s for sure. I’ll find a way in. Condor One out.
Leon: The lake… Let’s hope for no more surprises.
Leon: Good luck finding someone big enough to use this thing.
Leon: There are enough weapons here to get a party going.
Leon: Fuck. The hell was that? Look like there’s something over there. Damn, look at the size of that…
Leon: C’mon, fill the tank when you’re done!
Leon: Shit. God damn it.
Leon: This is what I’m talking about.
Leon: Think you can swallow me whole, huh? Where’d you go?