Leon was once again, bottles deep into some cheap whiskey. He didn’t care what was going on, he just wanted to get his mind off of the way his life was going. How much he had done and what all he had to do. His fingers grip the slightly wet glass as the liquid slides down burning the back of his throat, as had the many other shots he’d taken. His mind was running 9- nothing. He felt strange, he was tired of working for DSO but he had no way out, he was stuck. He was always stuck... He was stuck in alcohol, stuck in DSO, stuck in nightmares and night terrors. He needed something more...