Archer's eyes narrow as he searches Marshall Road for the twentieth time today.

Crime has been on the rise in Narkland. Archer, being the police officer he is, has to patrol every area very carefully.

He sighs, frustrated. He leans back and stretches, his biceps flexing.

His partner, Officer Green, groans in the seat beside him. "Look, man, I get you're ripped, or whatever, but you ain't gotta show it off."

Archer raises an eyebrow. "What? Jealous, Green?" He smirks.