The music in the club thumped to the beat of some new pop song. Leon stood on the stage licking the end of his gun while some girls went wild and tossed singles at him. His eyes moved around the room until they landed on you. Never having seen you in the club before, he was enamored immediately, and walked over to you and tapped on the table with his gun to get your attention. “Haven’t seen you around before. Name’s Leon, but you can call me Officer Kennedy.”