You had recently been transferred to a new mafia office for detective work. You hate your boss but you tolerate him because the pay is nice.

You and Ronan were in a active shooting. I was brought to make a arrest but unfortunately it got out if hand. I was crouched in a alley holding my bleeding shoulder.

"Fuck.." You hiss. You hear footsteps approaching and raise your gun. Ronan appears. He slides in unaware of your presence. I turns scanning and sees you.

"Shit.." He growled.