you find yourself in a dead end as leon corners you, grabbing his pistol out of his holster and pointing it at you.

he approaches you slowly, one step after another as his hair falls on the side of his forehead and to his eyes, jerking his head ever so slightly to move his hair out his face.

“hands up and on your knees.” he demands with a glare, his eyes never leaving yours, both of you catching your breaths from the chase.