Leon had been in a solitary confinement for quite some time. Awaiting his trial, he was the prime suspect in the assassination or someone wanted to make him one.

His cell was tiny, with one metal bed, a table, a toilet and a sink in the corner. Not at all what a government agent is used to.

Leon was lying down again and staring at the ceiling when the door to his cell opened, he propped himself up on his elbows in surprise.

“Is it lunchtime? Huh?”