[voice]

[leon]

[The sound of static is picked up in the background, obviously from some sort of transmitter device]

--Hunnigan? Figures my radio's busted, but this thing still works.

[Although the mobile phone device has only been recording for a couple of seconds, it's fairly obvious by his frustrated tone that Leon has been attempting to reach someone for

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Voice;

[baroqueworked]

You can blame your misfortunes on some mysterious religious cult.

Voice;

[leon]

Wouldn't be the first time.

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

My condolences, then.

Voice;

[leon]

Any idea who's behind this cult?

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

Rumor has it they are called the Order; we're looking into it.

Voice;

[leon]

I guess it's less a mouthful than Los Illuminados.

Got a name?

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

Was that your other kidnapper?

[He pauses.] Crocodile. And yourself?

Voice;

[leon]

Not exactly. They're no one worth worrying about anymore, though.

Leon.

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

Good - one religious fanatic group is enough to contend with.

Well, Mister Leon. If you need food provisions, we have them on the third floor.

Voice;

[leon]

If you ask me, one is one too many.

Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

You and I are in agreement, then.

It's no trouble, Mister Leon. I apologize for not being able to offer more.

Voice;

[leon]

Don't worry about it. I'm not exactly planning to stick around and enjoy the festivities if I can help it.

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

Neither am I. But this world isn't mine, so my prospects are slim.

Voice;

[leon]

Sounds like you've already given up.

Voice;

[baroqueworked]

Oh, do not misunderstand. I plan to get out of here as soon as I can, Mister Leon.

Voice;

[leon]

Right, about that. "Leon" works just fine.