It's shortly after 2 in the morning when the plane touches down. Leon grabs his backpack from under the seat and slides it between his legs as the pilot makes the arrival announcement. The other agents and staff rouse and yawn. When the plane taxis to the ramp and stops, Leon is the first to his feet. He swings his bag over one shoulder and steps down the steps out into the cool night, the wind from the turbines whipping his hair into his eyes. He holds it back with one hand and walks across the tarmac, debating what to do. His house was still a two and a half hour drive from here.
"I could fly, but…" Leon says softly to himself and sighs. He walks through the gates and hails a taxi, dropping into the back seat.
Leon thinks for a moment before deciding on a local bar. The cab begins to move and he watches the city lights speed by through the window. Really, he wasn't that exhausted, and figured a beer wouldn't hurt. After all, he did just get back and deserved a little relaxation.
The cab pulls up to the corner of the street and Leon hands the driver a bill before stepping back out into the brisk night. The bar has less than a dozen patrons as he walks in, most of which are keeping to themselves or are immersed in small talk.
He makes his way over to the dart board, dropping his bag on a nearby table, and flags down one of the waitresses. She has her blond hair tied up in a messy bun, her breasts practically hanging out of her shirt.
"Hi cutie. What can I getcha?"
"Just a glass of whatever's on tap tonight, thanks."
"Sure thing doll." She winks and walks off. Leon rolls his eyes. There's always one. Sometimes being attractive was a pain in the ass.
He picks up a dart and focuses on the board. Everything around it becomes blurry and falls out of focus as his vision changes, his pupils dilating. He throws, an as expected, it hits the center of the board. He repeats the motion a few more times, and as he pulls the darts out of the board, he notices a few of the patrons watching with quiet amazement.
"You've got quite a talent sir." The pretty blond returns, setting the glass down and leaning on the table, a position that allows him a view down her shirt.
"Thanks." He says briskly as he takes a large sip from his drink.
"Hey, kid. Think you could hit one from across the bar? Give ya a hundred bucks if ya do." The bartender, an older man in his fifties with tattoos covering his arms, raises his voice.
"I bet an extra fifty!"
"Me too."
"Yeah. This I gotta see."
Leon looks at the table covered in bills. Why the hell not? He takes three darts and pushes the table out of the way and turns his back to the wall. The entire distance was more than thirty feet. He lifts his hand and takes focus, his aim planned with stunning clarity. He lets out a breath and flicks his wrist.
The dart hits the exact centre of the board, and after one second of stunned silence, everyone erupts in cheers. The blond waitress giggles and claps her hands before rushing over to congratulate him. He smirks and tosses the extra darts back into the board without looking and grabs the bills off the table. As he folds the money he lifts his gaze and sees a man sitting in the far corner of the bar watching him. A man with dark brown hair and brown eyes, eyes that meet his own. Eyes that widen with shock. The man is on his feet, his chair scraping the floor as he moves towards Leon.
"Oh, god. No." Leon quickly grabs his bag and pushes through the crowd, by all the men congratulating him, past the pretty blond that is trying to give him her number. He slips one of the bills into her hand for the drink quickly and pushes out into the night.