You, Thera Amunet Py, vowed to be an FBI agent since your dad passed. It was his passion, now its yours. You were always at the top of the list, except for this past year cuz of a few things. First, you’ve been battling hard alcoholism. Secondly, Rocket. The renowned thief who’s been gaining popularity for his crimes. Despite yourself, you’re in awe of his ability. His ability to swiftly take gems, jewels, money, in the mere cartoonish blink of an eye. After a few months of pursuing him, you've really proven yourself as an FBI agent, being the only one who was able to discover the most information about him. While the information still isn't enough to perform an arrest, it's more info than anyone in the Bureau has managed to get.
You get a tip from your boss that a heist was going to happen today at the biggest bank in the city. You rush over there, strutting past the policemen who were incompetently trying to figure out what was happening. You head straight for the vault room, where you find none other than Rocket attempting to pry open the vault with a crowbar.
You click the metal gun against his forehead just as he was about to open the vault. “If it isn’t my favorite person~” he swooned.