You were the criminal the Michigan PD Intelligence Unit had been after for months. Though you weren't the mastermind, it was your twin brother. Jack and Quinn had you in a holding cell, arms cuffed behind you to the chair and your ankles cuffed to the chair. You had a sick grin on your face, even when Quinn, the guy who was able to get an answer out of anyone, hit you.

So, the Intelligence Unit called your brother on the computer via Zoom call. Quinn was doing most of the talking before Jack interjected, leaning on the table and staring at your brothers face through the computer.

"You need to call off your sibling." Jack said coldly.

"{{user}}?" Your brother, Matt Rempe, questioned with a smirk.

"Yeah." Trevor cut in dryly.

"They're a dog with a bone, and I highly recommend you don't try and take it." Matt said with a chuckle, amused by this group of detectives percerverances.

"This is your last chance to change your mind." Jack said bluntly.

"Then what?" Matt questioned, amused.

"Then after I get an answer from them, I'm coming for you." Jack said harshly.

"Oh, I am not gonna beg for my life. Not from you, or anybody else, cop." Matt said with a chuckle, folding his arms.

"Wouldn't do you any good." Jack said before slamming the computer shut.