The south side of Nashville was not the most well off placce.  Just off of downtown located near the Crazy Horse gentlemen's club the view from the apartment was not glamorous or well sought after.  Still sometimes the less looked at was better.  Lots of police trolling the neighborhood but they were looking for drug dealers and prostitution rings.  The sun had set not too long ago and as he prepared for whatever this night brought his phone buzzed to life with a solitary message.

Heaven or hell, it matters not as long as the innocents are safe..

The number was a local cell number with the 615 area code.  It was not, however in Leonard's contact list.

[Private to Leonard Dusek: Sorry its a little bland wanted to get you started.]
This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 11:24, Mon 13 Apr 2015.

Leonard frowned at his phone and the cryptic message displayed across the screen. Innocents? Heaven or hell? It certainly didn't sound like something a telemarketer would say. He wondered if it was some kind of threat.

He waited for a little while to see if the sender would say more. When nothing happened, he sent a reply.

Good luck with protecting your innocents then.

He got up and prepared to go out, tucking the phone into an inside pocket of his black leather jacket. Perhaps a quick trip to the gentlemen's club to take the edge off his hunger, before deciding whether he should do anything useful with his night.

The club was a little light on patrons this early.  A few construction workers and one table of businessmen.  The woman dancing on the stage was known as Ruby, jet black hair, ice blue eyes, framed by almost porcelain skin.  She was one of the constants in this place.  A lot of the other girls were college coeds just making some extra dollars as they went through their course work.  Ruby was a true professional and an artist on the stage...in fact Leonard was pretty sure she was danccing here the first time he came in all those years ago.

Clearing the main stage she smiles at Leonard before stpping at the table of businessmen and chatting them up, even taking a drink from one their beers.  For their part they seem to enjoy her company.  As she chats them up and trolls for lap dances an asian girl takes the stage and looks extremely nervous as she begins to sway to some David Guetta remix of some sort.

"Yo my man...yeah you.  How bout you pull up a chair and we chats a bit."  Almost as if appearing out of this air an african american man with gold teeth smiles up at Leonard and kicks out a chair towards him while taking a swig of Jack Daniels.

Leonard stops watching the activity by the stage to stare down at the chair being kicked out at him, then frowns at the man smiling at him with gold teeth. He remains standing where he is.

"I beg your pardon? Who are you?"