3 years have passed since the incident in Spain and Special Agent Leon Scott Kennedy is now just Leon Scott Kennedy, Sheriff of Wolf County. Gone are the trappings of the big city and all it's inhabitants, all of the pollution and the waiting for the next big mission. Now all there is are the day to day happenings of a small county and an even smaller town to watch over. The biggest problem Leon Kennedy has to worry about here is whether or not he's going to fall asleep waiting for something or someone to happen...That is until today.

Little does Leon know that today is the day that everything he left behind in the big city is going to come back to make his life a living hell...

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Chapter One

It had been the longest time since he had gotten a full and good nights rest without fear of nightmares disturbing his sleep. But Leon woke this morning feeling like the world had finally come to right itself and things were good. Slowly he brought himself out of bed and made his way to his kitchen in his home that he had bought when he moved to the small town of Villa Hills. He had sold his loft apartment and moved into the small secluded ranch house on the edge of town when he had received word of his acceptance to take over for the retiring former Sheriff. He also sold his full size SUV for a smaller more nimble top of the line Mustang Shelby gt500. Although he was quite sure that he wouldn't need that kind of speed for the smaller area of town he had always wanted one.

He fetched out all the things he would need to make himself a small but proper breakfast to begin his morning. He started a pot of coffee, turned on the tv and tuned to the local news and proceeded to make himself scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. After he had finished cooking he dropped the pans and cooking utensils in the sink to be washed later when he returned home from his workday. He took his plate and his cup of coffee and went to sit on the couch to watch the news while he consumed his morning meal. He was just about to eat his first bacon and egg toast sandwich when the phone rang.

"Shit!" he cursed at the phone. He took a huge bite walked over and hurriedly chewed and swallowed the portion as he picked up the phone. "Sheriff Kennedy" he answered as he always did.

"Sorry to bother you so early sir," the voice of his dispatcher/secretary Karen apologized. "but there was a real odd gentleman here that dropped an envelope off and said you had to read it right away." she finished.

"Can you explain odd to me Karen or is it just a generalization?" he questioned in a joking manner.

"Well sure sir, he was six five, about 220 pounds, dark hair , sunglasses , men in black suit and all that." she rattled so fast that Leon thought his eyes crossed. "Oh and he was driving a big black Chevy Suburban, you know the kind that you see the FBI guys driving in the movies."

"Yeah I know the kind your talking about, and that sounds like some trouble that I don't want any part of." Leon changed his tone to a more worried one that his coworker picked up on.

"Are you ok sir, he said it was quite urgent that you read it as soon as humanly possible." Karen emphasized the latter part of the sentance.

"Ok, well I'll be in just as soon as I get dressed. In the mean time if anyone else shows up that isn't on the level you call me back straight away." he warned.

"Will do sir, I'll see you shortly. By the way take your time getting dressed I want to use all my imagination on that one." she giggled.

"Karen!! May I remind you that I'm your boss and I am in a position of authority and trust." he joked and hung up the phone.

After hanging the phone up and gobbling the rest of his sandwich up on the way to the bedroom to put on the uniform of the day he thought long and hard about what the strange government type wanted or had dropped off to him. He didn't change much when he had taken over as sherriff, the only demand he had was that you wear an approved uniform shirt with a badge. Leon chose to wear a uniform similar to his old R.P.D uniform except it was black instead of blue. He holstered his blacktail that had served him so well for so long. After a long thought he put a few extra magazines in the holders around his backside. Normally he only carried the ammo that was in his gun but something gnawed at him enough he added more. He scooped up his radio, keys and his cuffs and headed out the door to the garage.

He thumbed the garage door opener and started the car as the door ascended its tracks. He listened to the rumble of the supercharged V-8 and realized that no matter how long he had had this car he never got tired of hearing it run. The door opened and he eased it out like he always did, waiting for the rear to clear the garage before he stomped the accelerator and added a pair of fresh black marks the keep the rest company on his driveway. On any normal day it would take him 15 minutes to get to the office but when he felt good it only took about 5. Today was one of those 5 minute commutes where he beat and battered the twisting road to his will , the constant whine of the supercharger like a whip straightening the road to its every whim. As always he slowed down as he approached the main part of town as it wouldn't do good for his reputation as a law man to be so reckless in the town he was hired to protect and serve.He eased the car into his parking spot and chirped the sirens like he did every morning to warn everyone that it was time to go to work. He stepped into the building and was greeted by a chorus of welcomes from the rest of his staff.

Leon made his way to his office to find out just what was so important. As he sat down at his desk he eyed the large manilla envelope that was stamped in bright red print "For Your Eyes Only". There was no markings of any other kind on the envelope. He sat back in his chair and leaned back with his hands clasped across his chest contemplating whether or not to open it. It was then that he saw the rest of the station hovering around his door.

"Don't you all have something to be doing right now?" he asked sort of angrily.

"Not really sir." Deputy Rogers had offered up. He was the senior man of his 4 deputy's. There was Mark Rogers, Brian Walsh, Rick Dent and the rookie of the group Amy Masters.

"Well then go find something to do, I don't care if it's giving someone a parking ticket, but right now hovering around my office is not the thing to be doing.." he said in a more annoyed tone.

"Yes sir." they all replied scattering to the four winds. They knew that when Leon sounded annoyed it was probably best to be somewhere else.

With that situation resolved he fell back to staring at the envelope, not really wanting to open it afraid of what could be in it. He had seen more than enough of those envelopes in his career as a special agent than he cared to mention. And this one although it was plain and non-remarkable gave him a sense of dread. He stood up and paced around his office, never taking his eyes off the package on his desk. It wasn't until he almost ran face first into Karen that he brought himself back into focus.

"Whoa sorry Karen. I was off in lala land there for a minute." he offered.

"Yeah, I noticed when you almost gave me a face full of your chest, not that I would mind." she smiled coyly. Not going unnoticed to Leon she had flirted with him at every available turn when it presented itself, and sometimes even when it didn't. But Leon always maintained that a relationship between the boss and the employee had plenty of pitfalls up to and including the possibilities of a bad break up and subsequent accusations. He knew that she wouldn't stoop to that level but he thought it would be best not to take that path. "So any ideas on what that could be yet chief?" she questioned walking over to his desk.

"Not really, and I'm not sure that I want to know so I think I'm gonna leave that sit for a bit and go take a ride around town." Leon stated with a hint of worry still in his voice..

"Ok well do you want me to lock it up or just leave it sit there?" Karen asked.

"No I'll take it with me, maybe I'll get the nerve and open it while I patrol." he replied "If there is anything newsworthy give me a call on the radio." he stated, grabbing the envelope and heading back out to his car.

"You got it chief." she stood at attention and saluted. Leon knew she was joking and reciprocated the gesture.

In the background, unseen by either a streak of red flashed by the window in Leon's office and headed toward very out of place car sitting out of sight of the station. The door closed and the cherry red Ford GT sped off in the direction that Leon had approached the station...