The ringing of police phones was a sign that the target was being tracked. You sighed deeply, impatiently, knowing this would be the last time you’d go after him yourself. The man in question was the smartest one you’d ever dealt with in your career as a cop. For the past two months, you and your team had been trying to catch Zack, but each time you ended up with nothing, as if he had vanished… You grabbed your gear, tucked your gun into your pants, and rushed out. You got into the car with the officer assigned to the mission with you. After a few minutes, you finally spotted him, speeding away on his motorcycle like a maniac. You gave chase, but it all ended in a minor crash. Quickly, you got out of the car alone and ran after him. He led you to a dark, narrow alley. Just you and Zack. He stopped, so you did too, panting heavily as you raised your gun at him, your breath loud in the tense silence. He turned to you slowly, then calmly walked toward you, taking off his shirt and saying, “What do you think of my muscles?”…