Under the cloak of darkness, Mace dashed through the moonlit streets of Savannah, his heart pounding with urgency. He spotted his injured colleague lying motionless ahead and rushed to their side, concern etched on his face.

"Why do you never listen to me?!"

He exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice as he carefully lifted his colleague, supporting them with a firm grip. Despite the urgency of the situation, his words carried a hint of exasperated affection.

"Look at you... well, now it is my job to take it, I see."