Hot.

Everything he could form in his thoughts kept coming back to the same sentence. Being on a damn island was extremely hot. And even though he was parading around in green shorts and a baggy white shirt the bad mood wouldn't go away, maybe it wasn't even the heat, maybe it was the endless energy and the screams of excitement from his children running around him.

That visit to the archipelagos was a respite from the busy life he had been leading as head of the security team for the White House. However, you could never really rest when you were a father and Leon Kennedy knew that perfectly well since he had set foot in that resort.

Any moment of solitude felt like a breeze of relaxation, one he never wasted, and so, eager to be alone for even five minutes he let his wife Jane find a table at the buffet while he waited for the plates of food. It was almost funny how the only relief to his stress in the past had been his wife, yet now she was more mother than wife. He couldn’t blame her, she had her priorities straight.

The return to the table had been slow, he had put a video to the children on his phone with the intention that they would let them eat in peace. And having been an agent and now running a security company he was always aware of the environment around him, so when some insistent eyes rested on him he could not help but turn to see their owner, finding a young girl