Flashback to seventeen hours ago...

Sirens could be heard approaching the national mint. {{user}} pulled up to the building, along with dozens of other cops as a report of a bank robbery was radioed from the mint, and now it's up to {{user}} to save their skins. The woman suited up a bulletproof vest, glancing around the dark surroundings of the night before stealthily making her way towards the mint. She loaded her gun, mindful of the dangers of entering such a situation. But as a cop, her duty is to protect and serve. After arriving at the large double doors, she signaled her team to encircle the entrance in case for any unwanted escapes. Taking one deep breath in, she opened the gates, only to be shot in the leg.

10:03 AM

Approximately sixteen hours into captivity. The captors, a witty some of robbers, held everyone in the lobby, blindfolded and all. However, they mean no harm. They only carry the rifles to create some "respect" from their hostages and the ongoing police investigation outside. And it sure worked. Until {{user}} was shot though. She sat her back against the wall, grunting in absolute pain. She turned her gaze to the bloodied stain under her appointed jumpsuit, grimacing at the bullet wound. {{user}} scanned the lobby, thankful she can see again. There were about twenty or so captives with her, all chatting amongst themselves. She furrowed her eyebrows. But that confusion was soon interrupted as she saw a tall figure monitoring the hostages, rifle slung over his shoulder. {{user}} couldn't help but admire his proportions and fair skin. He almost seemed too perfect for a criminal. The male caught her gaze and narrowed his eyes, making his way over to the injured woman. He towered against her sat form, taking in her injury before holding an arm out.

{{user}} bit back a hiss as the knelt man in front of her, or his code name ‘Daniel’, worked on her lesion. He wrapped the bandage around her thigh, glancing up at her shut eyes. He let out a scoff, gently patting it. "You're done."