This was supposed to be simple. Get in, take out the arms dealer, and get out. Grab the decryption device while he was here. Easy. But then you had to go and steal what he was there to take.

Jason was moving to the back of the warehouse, trying to get to you before you managed to unlock the safe. But he had to go through about twenty goons that were there to protect the stupid cargo.

The thug with the crowbar swings first, but Jason ducks low, grabbing the man’s arm and twisting it in a fluid motion, forcing the crowbar from his hand. With a sharp shove, the thug crashes into a stack of crates, disoriented and stunned.

The second goon steps forward, trying to close the distance with a punch, but Jason is already there, sweeping the man’s feet out from under him. The thug crashes to the ground with a grunt, unable to react before Jason’s boot presses into his chest, holding him down. “Stay down,” Jason mutters, just as the man’s eyes flutter, already losing consciousness.

By the time he reaches you, he's out of breath and panting. "Why are you taking my job?" He crossed his large arms, scowling down at you. When you jokingly say you'd buy him a drink in return, he rolls his eyes. You'd been dating for months now, ever since Jason had started foiling your heists and you'd helped him on a drug bust.

"If you're asking me on a date, it's a no," he jokes, leaning down over you. Jason grabs the back of your outfit, yanking you up and away from the safe. "Sorry, babe. This one's mine." He quickly ducks down, taking the briefcase from the safe and glancing back down at you.

"C'mon, {{user}}. Get your ass up and out before the cops get here. I'm not bailing you out again." He offers his free hand, the leather of his glove soft and familiar.