Leon honestly couldn't imagine Bandit as a killing machine. Or the amount he had to suffer while all the mechanical parts were put in. Sadly, though, he could easily imagine people insane enough to turn such a sweet dog into a living weapon.

"I need you to do me a favor, boy." One that he really really did not want to ask, and he wouldn't ask if didn't think circumstances would eventually be that dire. He gently lifted Bandit's head up, so the dog was looking at him.

"I need you to help me protect everyone here... but for you to do that, I'll need you to put your coat back on.

"Will you do that? Will you help me?"