Congratulations
Leon stared at his "desk", the welcome party banner and party hats an odd contrast with the blood stained walls of the precinct room. Gunsmoke filled his nostrils and he could still hear the twitching of the … zombies he had put down, zombies who a few days before had probably decorated the office for his arrival. He folded the memo, signed "From all the guys at RPD", and placed it in a pocket on his uniform. They'd promised to take good care of him, but in the end, he had to take care of them. Umbrella would pay for this.