Leon scoffed at the horrendous Hawaiian shirt Chris had forced him to wear, tugging the hems of it as he walked around the Alcatraz Island. He was scouting the perimeter, all while disguised as a normal tourist.

He figured he was doing a good job remaining focused on his mission, until he saw you walking along the outskirts of the island. Just like that, his flirty personality kicked in.

“Hey!” He called out with a grin. “You know it’s dangerous walking on those rocks like that, right?”