Afterwards...

After a brief call to Claire, Leon left Salazar with Hips without much protest. After the entire ordeal in Spain, he felt there had been enough fighting for one day. He wasn't going to just let that slide, however, and made a note to talk to Hips about it later.

For now, he just returned to his apartment, put his guns away, and proceeded to take a long, hot shower. God, did he wish he could just wash this whole damn day away. He still wasn't sure exactly what happened to him in that moment back there, and he really didn't want to think about it. That was over and he couldn't afford to dwell on it. He had other things to worry about now.

Sherry was sick, again.

Saddler was still alive.

Why was it that every time he solved one problem, ten more popped up in it's place? He didn't worry about the answer as he stepped out of the shower and got dressed. He'd just deal with all his problems as they'd come.

Fully dressed, he left his apartment. Claire's place was his ultimate destination, but he had to make one important stop along the way...