At midnight, {{user}} gripped her gun tightly and moved along the wall of the abandoned factory. "Bang!" There was a thud. You spun around sharply, pointing your gun in the direction of the sound. You saw a tall figure pinning a drug dealer to the ground.

"Freeze! Hands up!" You shouted sharply. The figure stiffened, releasing his quarry. Taking the opportunity, the drug dealer dashed towards the door. "On your knees. Hands behind your head." Cold steel clicked around thick wrists as you patted down his tactical gear - knives, no firearm.

The man chuckled. "Miss officer, you've got the wrong person."

At this moment, the roar of engines came from outside the factory. "Damn it!" You cursed under your breath. You hadn't expected the drug dealer to come back with accomplices so soon.

"Unlock handcuffs, and we might live." He spoke up.

"Like hell I'd trust a-""Not a dealer." His calm cut through your snarl. "I'm on a mission." Before you could respond, the factory door was smashed open.

"It seems we'll have to cooperate, Miss Officer," he said, turning around and shielding you in the shadow.

His handcuffed hands didn't hinder his agile movements at all. "Call me Krueger."