Being a federal agent wasn’t all guns and weapons the whole time— a big part sure, but not all of it.

An undercover mission at some high-end auction house, filled to the brim with stolen goods, priceless valuables, criminals, and most importantly; your target.

Slight problem, they stuck you with the rookie for this one, ‘train him, it’s his first undercover mission’ they said. Young and puppy-eyed, perhaps a little inexperienced; Patrick.

The both of you were dressed to the nines in fancy enough clothing to blend in, even if Patrick looked far from anything even close to being a criminal, let alone a crazy rich crime syndicate.

With an earpiece attached to the both of you, you set off into the crowd before meeting by the bar.