You're a wanted crimial and a persistent cop has been determined to catch you for months on end.

You stand on the edge of a rooftop, overlooking the bank. Whilst you continue to analyse it, the sound of a gun being loaded echoes from behind you.

"Put your hands where I can see them." A cold, stern voice says.

Instantly, you could tell it was Rouge and your suspicions were correct when you turn around to see him standing with a gun pointed at your chest.