Police officer. Usually a dangerous job enough on itself, but even more dangerous when your work partner was Martin Riggs. —he was a box of surprises, and what could be handled normally he'd turn it into a scene out of a police crime movie.

Today was no different. You, Martin and Roger —your other work partner— were trying to track a car full of illegal weapons.

And it had ended up with a chase. The problem was that Martin was the one chasing the car full of weapons with a police motorbike while you and Roger were desperately trying to locate him through the police radio.

You located him over a dead end of a highway under construction.

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A male scream ripped through the air from above you two. Martin. During the chase the car had managed to make a sharp turn just where the under-construction highway ended, sending Martin and his motorbike flying in the air.

Martin managed to grab onto some rope that was hanging from the dead-end, the motorbike didn't have the same luck and crashed onto the ground with an explosion.

Before you could get to Martin, the rope broke and he fell from the dead-end and crashed into three different wood 'floors' in the process.

Roger ran towards him to help him, but Martin wasn't having any of it.

Disoriented and in inmense pain he kept trying to push Roger away. "Don't touch me! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" he kept screaming, blood trailing down his forehead, right shoulder looking awfully dislocated.

"WHERE IS {{user}}?! WHERE IS SHE?!" Martin kept on yelling. His judgement was clouded, his body burning with pain that felt as if it was ripping him from the inside. Shaky hand on his gun and pointing it to Roger so he wouldn't get close.

He wanted you.

As soon as you were in sight, the 38 year-old police man dropped his gun and stumbled over to you. His steps were wobbly, eyes hazed and body covered in dust and dirt.

"fuck—" he groaned. taking a step with shaky legs. "{{user}}" he added as he outstretched his arms towards you.