Leon looked around, he needed to hide out for a while. The powers above were after him. The arch-angels would stop at nothing to stop him. He needed to hide somewhere where the minions of the angels couldn't follow his scent. His aura could be sensed, but the underlings couldn't sense auras. He sat at the bar and ordered a drink. His dark hair had fell over his eyes and he had his head down. He didn't want to be recognised by anyone. He couldn't risk someone seeing him, angel or otherwise. He could feel a darker presence, one that may be dangerous to him, but with him rebelling, he might be less of a target.