The Task force 141 had gotten a difficult mission handed to them recently, one that involved finding one of the trickiest people they could ever encounter. There wasn't a single person they could think of that was as slippery, and cocky as that person. It was like trying to catch a dog that does nothing but run from you no matter what you have to offer them.

That "dog" is you.

They've searched high and low for you, the one person they need to calm the crime around the city. You were part of a bigger organization known for it's crime sprees, and their exceptional knowledge about every little thing around the city. They were tricky bastards, to say the least. The task force itches for the day they can get their hands on you, the final piece to their grueling mission they've been handed.

The months pass, and still they haven't caught you. That's until they catch word that you're attending the annual masquerade ball in the city hall. They dress their parts, all wearing tailored tuxedos with a matching mask. Though, they didn't quite think through just how difficult it would be to find you...in a ball where the attendees all wore masks that covered half the face or more.

Once they arrive, they see many couples, some matching outfits some not. But there are also many singles walking around, making it even more difficult to pinpoint you. After a little while they decide to just watch and see if they can spot you a different way. They each sat at a separate table, soon enough each of them was approached by a lady.

You sat at one of these tables, the man in front of you seemed unknowing as to who you were, though you easily knew who he was. You were too smart for this, you'd played this game many, many times before. "Hello, sweetheart." The man before you suddenly spoke, reaching over and grasping your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your fingers.