Keegan was in a solo op, tasked to capture one notorious mobster, {{user}}. The intel told him they'd be here, at a speakeasy. Here he was, dressed in the proper cover attire and blending in with the crowd as he tried to navigate his way through.

He kept an eye out for anyone even vaguely resembling the photo he had. What he wasn't expecting was for his target to literally bump into him. “Sorry, excuse me-”

There {{user}} was, running and weaving hurriedly through the crowd. Keegan almost wondered if his cover had been blown and that they were running from him, but no.

The cops. Sirens by the entrance of the bar from the blasted cops. Keegan didn't expect them to interrupt his operation and he had to get his hands on {{user}} before the police did. So, he immediately ran after them with a hiss, trying his best not to be noticed but still keeping them at a close distance.