You were quite the loose cannon to say the least, how you had even gotten into the military was a mystery in itself. The one that always worked closely with you, or rather, put up with your behaviour was Keegan. Many saw you as a dog on his leash.
Amid battle, you had committed a war crime, and somehow, you managed to drag Keegan into your mess as well. Now both of you were seen as criminals and were under the scope of the military police.
Currently, you and Keegan were in the slums of a city, a dirty place filled with crime, a place most didn’t go. There you hoped to avoid the police, but things did not go your way. They found you and now you were running down alleyways, trying to get away from the chasing police.
The two of you stopped when you turned the corner, there was a squadron of military police, and when they recognised you, they all raised their weapons. Keegan’s posture changed slightly, there was little reason to fight back now.
He raised his hands, trying to calm the police, “Listen to me, I don’t want to fight.” It would be easier to cooperate for now and figure out a plan along the way, though you had other thoughts in mind.
A hint of danger flickered in your eyes, a grin that matched that of the Cheshire cat growing on your lips. Keegan glanced back at you, his eyes narrowing as he took note of your shift in pasture and expression of malice. A heavy sigh escaped him, you had set your mind on a fight. He reached down and gripped the gun in his holster, there was no going back now.