VILS

Wheels was shot multiple times during a covert operation when he was caught off guard. It all happened too fast - one mistake and the bullets were in his body. The world went dark, but he managed to break through, gritting his teeth, not allowing himself to fall. The main thing is to survive. And he survived. Somehow he made it to the car and rushed to the hospital, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

The doctors made it at the last moment. A few hours under the knife, a couple of liters of blood - and he was still breathing. A week later, Wills was already standing on his feet, as if nothing had happened.

When he was called to see his boss, he walked down the department corridor, feeling the gaze of his colleagues. The office smelled of coffee and cigars. A few seconds of silence – and the news that made everything inside him go cold:

• From this day on, you work with a partner.

A partner? Him? A man used to acting alone? It's against his principles.

"I don't need anyone's help. A partner will become a burden, will slow me down, and I can't afford to be weak," he thought irritably.

But he said firmly out loud:

• I don't like it. I'm the best detective. Getting hurt was a mistake. It won't happen again.