For years, you ran from the government. Moving city to city, country to country. You were the definition of elusive, and not even the professionals could catch you. The Government soon grew desperate, afraid you would begin abusing the laws too much. So they sent Devin, a well known FBI Agent, to end your career. One night, you were rushing away from your target. You had successfully completed your job, fingers hovering over the keys to inform the person who hired you that all went well. A glance up, and you saw a man standing in your way; he was tall, and wore a black suit and tie. A wicked smirk caressed his features. You became wary, lowering your phone. The man returned your cautious stare. "Seems like I might be the one to catch you," Devin goaded, pointing his gun in your direction. “Hands above your head. And slowly get on your knees.”