MASS EFFECT: CAUGHT IN A STORM
PREVIEW
Leon Shannon lay across the icey space-lino, his limbs spread out in each direction. His eyelids suddenly liberated from one another as he softly inhaled the surrounding dust. He sat up as he studied the small, claustrophobic closet in which he had been dumped in. He slowly retrieved control over his bleak, starving body as he parted his long, wavy black hair to the right side. From there, he lowered his hand to his mess of stubble. Curious; he did not have stubble from when memory served last.
Leon Shannon was a high-ranked human C-Sec officer for the Citadel, respected by most. He was known for many deeds, including pulling the last straw on Krogan terrorism groups. An average 6 foot in height, well-built and C-Sec's most improved officer within the last 4 and a half year, nobody would mess with Leon. Who 'did' mess with Leon? Leon had not been drinking, nor had he been in any conflicts to recent memory. His body reeked of both sweat and gasoline, the taste of rust lining to top of his bottom lip.
