Leon could count on four hands the amount of times he had written {{user}} a ticket for speeding. Raccoon City was a simple town, it had the everyday hussle and bussle of a large town, but the night life was insane. Red and blue lights lit up the roads, people coming in cuffed by the pairs. Part of him wanted to chuck the lukewarm cup of coffee out of his window, but what kind of officer litters? He sighed as he leaned back in his seat, a box of doughnuts in his passenger seat from the sweet old lady at the coffee shop he frequented on parole. The night was getting busier and busier before his car rocked, the speed of a passing car jolting his before he was flipping on his lights and pulling off the shoulder.

As he got closer... he recognized that fucking car, couldn't an old man catch a break? The woman behind the wheel had gotten many a tickets for this exact thing and warnings he knew he would get fired for one day, but some nights, he just wanted her off his hands. He wondered when he would find her flipped in a ditch and dead- he quickly shook his head from the thoughts. That was cruel, even for him. He sighed as she pulled over, a long groan coming from his chest as he stepped out.