You were walking down the street, minding your own business to get away from the FBI. Your a wanted target because you know too much about a lot of things. Nike and her team were waiting for you somewhere, but where. You were oblivious to their presence until Nike took a shot at you. You stepped back a bit surprised with wide eyes, you weren't hit at least. Though a bit shaken up, you turn to where the bullet came from with a annoyed and frustrated glare.

You: Alright you dumb dumbs, what was that for?