Halo, another story from me, written by English. I can't say enough time, my mother tongue isn't English, so be a little gentle about the grammar and try enjoy the story.

Since I became a suspended agent, my life became so, f*cking boring and annoying. Of course, my life was annoying before, because, I fight with zombies and every creepy creatures in Racoon City, but, after it's destroyed, the government suspended me, so I had to get a new job. I became a stupid security guard in a mall and I really hated it. Not just because it was so boring, but my boss was… just keep reading.

- Your blood alcohol level must be very high. - My boss rebuke me for coming in late and hangover, again.

- I'm sorry. - I really didn't care.

- Okay, - He just rubbed his forehead. - I understand, you're still young, you go to parties, you still can live your own life, even your body is so fit, - He started to scan my body. - muscular and so f*cking sexy.

- What?!

- Uh, I meant… - He realized that it's a sexual harassment. - I'm not pervert or sexual criminal, but you keep your body in very well shape, Mr Kennedy. - He just winked to me. - That's what I wanted to say.

- Okay. - I felt myself really embarrassed.

- So, I'm not gay, Mr Kennedy, if you ask! - It was too late and he kept explaining himself. - Listen, Mr Kennedy, you must think, that I think, that I want to have sex with you. - I'm not just thinking. - But… - He just couldn't control his eyes and kept scanning my body. - it's not true. - His saliva also began to flow. - Okay, but only if you want too, of course.

- Don't worry sir, I keep your secret. - I left his office and started to guard the secure in the mall.

The problem was only, that after this conversation, my boss constantly started to bugged me. It was totally calm in the mall, just a few stupid, spoiled teenagers complained to their "heavy" life, for example, their parents didn't bought them some video games, or their teachers are rude to them and more and this idiot just send my colleagues after me with pervert messages.

- Leon, - It was one of them. He just gave me a message. - the boss says, that you're beautiful. - It was the 100th time. I just rolled my eyes and rubbed my forehead.

- The boss can s*ck my d*ck!

- He'll be happy to hear that. - He just left to give the message.

And it became worse when he started to call me on my radio, so everybody could hear it.

- Mr Kennedy, it's your boss and it's time to punish. I'll spank your butt.

- What do you want from me?! - I asked but I already knew the answer.

- Oh, that doesn't matter what I want. How you want it?

- Get off me! I'm not gay and I'd like to work right now!

- I love the hard workers. Would you like to rest a little, in my office?

- F*ck it!

- You know what? I'll go there myself.

- Don't try to get here!

- It's too late. I'm on my way, sweetie.

- F*ck!

I already saw him in the hallway and the only way out was the bathroom. I ran in to escape.

- Where are you, darling? You're not in you position. - He just came in the bathroom. Fortunately, there was a window that lead out to the balcony and I climbed out. - I can see, you like hide 'n seek, honey. I look around here a little and I check out to the balcony. - He just kept following me. - You may out there.

- No, I'm not! - I needed to get out there. - Sir, I got sick and I need to go home! - I lied and pretended some coughing.

- Don't go anywhere. I'll nurse you. - I knew he was following, so I kept run in the balcony. I tried every windows in the building, but it was all closed and I just couldn't afford to broke them.

- F*ck it!

- Don't even try the windows. It's all locked and every exits are watched by my people.

- Boss, he's on the balcony! - Somebody just yelled.

- For the f*ck's sake! - I yelled in the radio. - Get the f*ck off me, dammit!

- I won't get off you or out you. I intend to really-really extend your contract and if you do what I want, I'll give you a thick pay raising, Mr Kennedy.

- No! I quit!

- Then you'll need to meet me.

- F*ck your mother!

It was a really nightmare but I managed to quit.

I quit the 4th time in a week. I couldn't find any other proper job and I got fell in serious depression. I had serious problem with the alcohol. During the night, I started to drink a 2l cola with whiskey. Destroying zombies, that's what I'm the best. Everything else, it's just not me.

I need to be in the front line and fight for my home and as a suspended agent, I couldn't. I just waited. Until I die and I drink myself to death. Once, my phone started to ringing. I picked up and I really believed it's an important calling, from the god which guide to me to a better future.

- Hello? - I asked.

- Am I calling, Mr Leon S. Kennedy? - A man voice was it.

- Yeah. It's me! - I got excited and I prepared myself to a world changing quest.

- You may don't know who am I, but I know, who are you.

- Really?! - I was drunken, but it couldn't stop me to be alive again.

- Of course. You're the newest subscriber to our newest, Home décor magazine. You must pay only 0,99$ and you got free magazines for 6 months with gift coupons for… - It wasn't a world changing quest.

- I don't care! - I crashed the phone. - F*ck these guys. - I kept drinking and watched Youtube videos on my Iphone.

I don't know how long did I watched my Iphone when it started to sign me, that it'll be run out from energy. I put it to charge and I prepared to sleep, but somebody started to knocking on my door. Of course, I didn't know who it was.

- I swear, if it's a Jehovah's Dancers… - I opened the door and it was a black suited man.

- Leon S. Kennedy? - He asked.

- Yeah, but I don't care about with your stupid magazines.

- Good, because I don't sell magazines. I'm from the government agency to give you the news, that you're reassigned. - I couldn't believe it, after a whole year, they sent me an agent.

- Dude, is this serious or am I just so drunk?

- Both. Tomorrow, at 09:00 AM come to this address - He gave me a paper. - and I'll explain to you everything. Good night, Mr Kennedy.

I couldn't believe it, I got my job back. At that moment, I did something I hadn't for two weeks. I showered, shaved my face and made my hair.

At the next morning, when I woke up I started to go to the given address. It was an old warehouse where a few, black suited men waited for me.

- You came a little early. - The man from yesterday just greeted me.

- I'm really eager to get back my job.

- That's good to hear.

- I want to clarify, I won't become security guard. - I swore myself, I won't do it again. - Bad memories.

- Don't worry, Mr Kennedy. It's a search and rescue mission. - He gave me a dossier. When I opened it, I saw a picture, from a really pretty, blonde teenager girl. - The president daughter, Ashley Graham was kidnapped and we just can't find him.

- I can't understand the connection between the kidnapping and my reassigning.

- We have a fade trace in Spain but we haven't enough agent to investigate every trace we have. Somebody, from the bosses think, we really should check it, but she was voted down. She was allowed to send suspended agents there and…

- That's my part. Yeah. What if I can't find her?

- Your official reassigning will be considered.

- And if I find her?

- Well… it's a small chance, but if you do, you'll be not just reassigned, but even promoted and you can ask anything from the president.

- That's sounds nice. I accept.

I hope you enjoyed it. Please, reviews.