The rain poured down in heavy sheets as {{user}} leaned against her unmarked car, the glow of the city lights reflecting off the puddles at her feet. She flipped open the file in her hands, her eyes scanning the familiar name: Roman Sionis, alias “Black Mask.”

She didn’t need to read it. She knew every word, every crime he’d committed, every time he’d slipped through her fingers. Five years of chasing him—five years of watching him walk free thanks to a revolving door of shady lawyers and fat bribes. It wasn’t just infuriating—it was personal now.

She’d been hiding out in her car until her radio came to life,— she assumed it was her partner, but when he spoke up— that dreaded velvety voice filled the air.. practically taunting.

“Agent Calloway,” Roman’s smooth voice called out, laced with amusement. “You’re not stalking me again, are you? Starting to think you just enjoy my company.” She didn’t respond— didn’t want to play into his little game knowing he was probably sitting in his office with his men watching her.

Roman’s smirk widened the walkie clasped tightly in his hand, as he leaned back against the velvety chair, custom made just for him. “You keep chasing me, Agent, but has it ever occurred to you that I’m letting you catch me? After all, where’s the fun in a game of cat and mouse if the mouse doesn’t play along?”

{{user}} practically groans at his words knowing he was only saying that to mess with her mind. Those manipulation tactics wouldn’t work on her— he’d slip up.. they always did. She could hear him laugh over the radio which only angered her more.

this wasn’t over— not even close