Leon S. Kennedy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
governmentninja) wrote2006-09-15 03:24 pm
governmentninja) wrote2006-09-15 03:24 pm
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Cause Heaven Ain't Close In A Place Like This...
((Inspired by DM Prompt 007 #2))
"Thanks, man", the other agent finally said, breaking the silence between the two men. "If you weren't there..." He trailed off, not wanting to finish that thought.
He approached Leon, and patted him once on the shoulder. "You're a saint, Kennedy. I owe you one" he said, then started to walk off, taking out his radio as he did.
Leon stood where he was, and looked down on the ground. There before him was a man, mid-late 20's, lying face down on the ground, a handgun loosely held in his fingers. Blood still trickled from the two bullet holes in the side of his head.
Saint, huh? Leon shook his head at the thought. He holstered his gun and muttered to himself. "There was nothing saint-like about this. Never is."
"Thanks, man", the other agent finally said, breaking the silence between the two men. "If you weren't there..." He trailed off, not wanting to finish that thought.
He approached Leon, and patted him once on the shoulder. "You're a saint, Kennedy. I owe you one" he said, then started to walk off, taking out his radio as he did.
Leon stood where he was, and looked down on the ground. There before him was a man, mid-late 20's, lying face down on the ground, a handgun loosely held in his fingers. Blood still trickled from the two bullet holes in the side of his head.
Saint, huh? Leon shook his head at the thought. He holstered his gun and muttered to himself. "There was nothing saint-like about this. Never is."