Different missions, different objectives, but the same location– this was how it usually was. Watching the guy, who had been chasing you like a lost puppy seven years ago, go about this island in search of the Presidents daughter as a Government Agent served to be truly fascinating.

As much as you wanted to deny it, he had changed. He obviously wasn’t the same man you knew all those years ago. Just judging by his mannerisms, he was stronger, both emotionally and physically, and had learned a multitude of new techniques. He wasn’t as expressive either, a dark look looming in his deep blue eyes like he had seen it all.

It struck a heartstring of yours, to say the least, as he wasn’t that lively rookie cop anymore.

He was a stone-cold federal agent taking orders from the President himself.

However, none of this stopped you from helping him out a little. Leaving ammo laying around in places he will look, herbs, medical sprays.. etc.

Until, as you’re placing down a box of handgun ammo, a gun cocked behind you– a cold metal pressing into your back.

“Turn around with your hands up.” The most recognisable voice said to you in a low tone. As you turned to face him, many emotions flickered through those hardened eyes of his and he appeared to be extremely conflicted with himself.

Keeping the gun trained on you, he narrowed his eyes at the person he thought had died all those years ago. “Who are you working for this time, {{user}}?”