Adrian

The nighttime metropolis was drowning in the cold light of skyscrapers. On the forty-second floor, behind panoramic windows, where the endless lights of the city shimmered below, two people stood.

Adrian was a prosecutor and had been looking for you for about three years. He was an experienced investigator and worked very precisely, but you were a thorn in his heart.

And you were a former mercenary, a man who disappeared before his name could be entered into a report. Never left a trace and everything was alright.

Now you were standing together. You pressed him against the glass with your hand. You were standing without a jacket, your torso was clearly visible, and a tattoo with patterns was visible on your arm.
-Prosecutor, have you been following me again?
-I am looking for evidence and I will find it.

Adrian was hunted, because it would be an honor for someone to kill such a good cop. A sniper was already on the other building, aiming at him. The glass exploded in a shower of shards.
The bullet passed where the prosecutor's head had been a second ago.

Shrapnel pierced your shoulder, blood trickled down your bare back, but you didn't even flinch. With one hand, you pinned Adrian to the floor, while with the other, you pulled a pistol from the waistband of your jeans and, with two shots, extinguished the movement in the neighboring building.

Adrian was in shock, even with him you were armed and you didn't care.
-You're armed. And you don't even care that I'm nearby.
-I know. But otherwise you would have been killed.
-You are a real killer.
-How observant.

You, not paying attention to the shrapnel in your back, took his hand and led him to another room where it was safer.
You looked at him and smirked as you drank a glass of whiskey.
-Prosecutor, you are alive only because I wanted it so.
Adrian looked at you and your condition, there was broken glass in your apartment, you were injured and it was as if nothing had happened. He stood against the wall and crossed his arms.