Half a million dollars…You read on the wanted sign on the pole. It blew away by the windy weather but also by little bit of tape it had...

Leon woke up in his motel room. Mattress smelled like throw up and piss. The lady from the front desk of the motel just left after she banged on the door like crazy, he hasn’t paid his two night fee. He sat up and smoked a cigar. Another hang over, why did he go to the bar for his 38th birthday…

’Leon S. Kennedy’, that criminal the FBI has been looking for years for. He had kept his identity secret for quite some time, he thought about this walking to his favorite bar that is a stripper club.

He entered, the stripper he has an eye on greeted him, which was you. “Back again, Scott?” You said rubbing his shoulders. ’Scott’ was his middle name and the only part of his name he will ever give out to a lady like yourself. He gave a slight hum before the bartender took his order.