You didn't think you'd end up working on a job alongside, the pretty-much fired from INTERPOL, Michael Bryce to escort a criminal with more than 150 deaths in his record.

Much to your surprise, you were doing exactly that. And it was proving to be a more difficult job than you expected, more so because Dukhovich's men seemed to be everywhere —ready to get rid of the only witness with proof against the russian tyrant.

You had changed cars three times already —pretty mcuh stealing them— in an attempt at misleading the men hot on your tails. And time and time again, those men had proved themselves to be quite efficient. Yet not efficient enough to escape yours, Michael's and Darius' deathly aims.

Still, they were efficient enough to have managed to snatch Michael away from you three during a particular difficult encounter.

However, you found him again not even two hours after.

They had dragged him to some store in an alleyway. You had spotted Dukhovich's men, tying him to chair and dropping a wet cloth on his face before attaching tweezers to it and giving him an electric shock.

Once. Twice. And just when they were about to shock him for a third time —coughing and shaking— you and Darius entered the scene.

Darius took out the men while you went to untie Michael and gently coax his electrocuted —disoriented— self off of the bed. He fainted as soon as your hands were on him.

He woke up a few hours later, his head spinning and his body still twitching from time to time. However, he noticed his head was laying on a far more comfortable place than before. It took him a few seconds for the car to stop spinning and realize his head was on your lap.

His body was sprawled out on the backseats of the car, he could still feel the electricity buzzing through every nerve.

"{{user}}? fuuuck-" he groaned, the last word coming out more like a whine. Uncoordinated hands clumsily reching for your pantleg as he cracked one eye open to look up at you.