This is just a story that I began to write one day.You've probably read the summary of it, but I'll go in it a bit more in depth. The story focuses primarily on a young law enforcement officer named Link, who is forced to work with a wanted criminal to achieve common goals. I won't tell you more in case I spoil itfor you, but let's just say a few characters have a more important role later in the story than they seem to have at the begining. The action starts to pick up at Chapter 2 onwards; the Prologue and Chapter 1 are meant to introduce you to the characters. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! (BTW, the Mido in this story acts a lot more different than that crazy Kokiri kid in LoZ: OoT, just to let you know) Please RR!

Prologue

The man calmly walked up and down the sidewalk, casually stealing glances across the street at his target; the National Bank of Hyrule. The bank was a huge structure, an ugly brick building that seemed to ooze money from every crevice. He had spent the better part of the afternoon walking around the area, examining the bank from every conceivable angle, even entering it a few times to check out security. Nobody noticed him, and even if they did, what would they do? To the innocent passerby and busy commuters, he was just another one of them, a civilian. None of them had any idea of what was going on.

Leaving the busy streets of Castle Town city and entering a dark and dingy back alley, he was momentarily repulsed by the smell of rotting garbage. Running a hand through his short red hair, he instinctively checked to make sure his semi-automatic pistol was well hidden in the depths of his trench coat, before he pulled out a small cell-phone from his pocket. After pushing a series of numbers and the "send" button, he put the phone to his ears and waited impatiently, tapping his foot against the hard ground.

Someone finally picked up the phone. "You almost ready? We've been waiting for hours. Surely it can't take this long to scope out a target."

The man grinned to himself. "I just wanted to be sure everything was perfect. Security in the bank itself is fairly lax, and there's a small alleyway behind the bank where you could pick us up. But be quick, because I'd say we would have about ten minutes before the fuzz come screaming at us with blaring sirens."

The person on the other end seemed to consider this. "Alright. I'll drop some of our people off near the bank in a few minutes. You'll recognize them. I'll be driving the escape car."

Before the person on the other end could hang up, the man quickly reminded him of their deal. "Remember, I'm getting half of the loot from this little heist. My services don't come cheap."

The voice on the other end of the phone stayed quiet a long time. Finally, he responded. "Yeah, fifty percent of the profit is yours. Now let's do this." The line went dead.

The man sighed and pocketed his cell-phone. He knew that his employer wasn't happy with the deal, but that wasn't his problem. Hiring a professional gunman for anything was expensive, but he wasn't just an ordinary thug armed with a weapon. He was the best out there, the most infamous of them all. He was among the people who were most wanted by the Hylian Police Force.

He was Mido Kokiri, the most dangerous gunman in Hyrule.

Exiting the dark alleyway, Mido was momentarily blinded by the blinding rays of light from the sun. It was a hot day, one he would have preferred to spend in-doors with the air conditioner turned on full blast rather than assist in a bank robbery. But he had a job to do. Checking once again to make sure that his gray trench coat had concealed his weapon, he casually strode across the street towards a group of three people. One member of the group was female; she was shorter than the others but seemed to be their leader. The other two members looked like two gorillas stuffed into clothes, looking like they had massive strength but limited intellect. All of them were looking at him suspiciously as he approached.

"Hello, hello!" Mido called out cheerfully as he strode towards them. Reaching them, he playfully slapped one of the members and beamed around at the group. "Are you ready to pull this bank robbery off?"

The three group members flinched. "Don't say that so loudly, idiot," the girl said anxiously, scanning the groups of people walking hurriedly past them. Mido smiled slightly at seeing their nervousness. He had been hired by Ganondorf, leader of the feared Gerudo, for this job. The Gerudo were a deadly criminal organization made up of thugs and drug dealers. He guessed that the people he was working with today were new members to the Gerudo, not yet fully accepted into the Gerudo hierarchy. If they wanted to prove their worth, they would have to do something spectacular. And robbing a bank, however unoriginal it might be, was still pretty lucrative, assuming you weren't caught.

The girl scanned the crowd a little bit, and Mido wondered if she was getting cold feet at the last minute. However, she nodded to the two other thugs, and they moved off towards the bank, jostling their way through the crowd. Mido grinned to himself and followed them, adrenaline already pumping into his bloodstream. This was going to be good.

As Mido and the Gerudo gang members entered the bank, nobody paid much attention to them. Like Mido had said, the security was lax; only five security guards were stationed throughout the bank. After sweating all his liquids out in the hot afternoon air, Mido was glad to be in the air conditioned bank. Walking forward, his steps made an echoing noise on the polished floor. Nodding to the Gerudo gang members, he confidently walked up to a banker who seemed to be working diligently behind his booth.

"Hello, sir!" The banker trilled, looking up from his work, assuming Mido was just another normal Hylian citizen. "What can I do for you today?"

Mido beamed at him, and decided to make this as fast as possible. No small talk. "Thank you for asking. I would like you to please extract all of the money and valuables from your bank and hand it to my friends over there." Mido gestured carelessly to his Gerudo allies. "In case you don't know which ones I'm referring to, it's the group with the short girl and the two ugly goons."

The banker was wide-eyed. He spluttered in disbelief for a moment. "Is… is this a robbery, sir?" he asked incredulously, his voice quavering slightly. Behind Mido, a security guard noticed the trouble and moved behind him, slowly drawing his pistol from a holster.

Mido smiled, knowing what was happening. "I'm glad that you caught on so quickly." In one smooth motion, Mido quickly whipped out the pistol hidden in his trench coat, turned around, fired, and hit the guard who was sneaking up behind him cleanly in the left arm. Dropping his gun, the guard screamed in pain as blood flowed freely from the wound, staining his green and black uniform a deep crimson color. The Gerudo gang members opened up nearly simultaneously, shooting two guards dead. The remaining two took cover and began firing back at the Gerudo, while civilians screamed in terror and ran. Seeing that the guard he had just shot was in too much pain to do much, Mido turned back to the banker, who was about to press an alarm button.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," Mido said coolly, aiming his pistol at various points of the banker's body, ignoring the various screams coming behind him. Mido knew that by now the other bankers would have hit the alarms, but it was essential he got this one to open the security vaults. The banker gulped and pulled away from the button, just as the last few shots from the firefight ended. Mido turned around; the remaining two guards had been killed, and so had one of the Gerudo members. The girl and the remaining thug went up to the banker with Mido, completely ignoring the guard whom Mido had previously drilled through the arm, who was moaning with pain, red blood staining the immaculately cleaned floor.

With all the guards dead, Mido and the Gerudo had no problem getting the banker to open all of the security vaults. They had been looting the bank for about five minutes, filling sacks to the brim with money, before they heard the sirens. The Hylian Police Department had arrived earlier than expected.

"Time to run," Mido said smartly, strapping two heavy money bags over his shoulder and leaving the security vaults for the back doors. They heard police officers burst into the bank through the front door, shouting out orders and curses. Mido kicked open the back doors and led the group into a small alleyway. At the end of the alley, in the street, was a large van, painted in various shades of brown and yellow.

"That's our ride!" The girl shouted, as a brown haired man stepped out from the van and opened the door for them. Throwing in their money sacks, the girl and thug climbed in. However, the man stopped Mido from entering the car.

"Mr. Kokiri, you did a splendid job," the man said carelessly, pulling out a pistol and aiming it at Mido. Looking at the pistol held in front of him, Mido knew he had been trapped. For once in his criminal life, he had been outsmarted. The man seemed to think this and a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth.

"Your employer, and my leader, Ganondorf, didn't like your cheeky deal of fifty percent," the man said, smiling at Mido. "You don't know who you're messing with, Kokiri. The Gerudo don't play around with people like you." The man pulled the trigger and the gun let out a harsh bark, sending a bullet straight into Mido's chest. Falling backwards, pain screaming all over him, Mido was dully aware of a crack as his head hit the pavement. His eyes began to blur as he lost consciousness. The Gerudo laughed at him and got in the car. As they drove away, leaving him in a cloud of the car's exhaust fumes, Mido silently cursed himself. So it had been a set-up after all…

As Mido watched the Gerudo van drive away, several police officers in dark blue uniforms burst through the backdoor and shouted something incomprehensible to Mido. He smiled back at them, in a good natured fashion.

"They're gone," Mido said, gesturing uselessly toward the fleeing Gerudo get-away car as darkness began to tug at the corners of his vision. He was vaguely aware of people swarming over him, putting him on a stretcher, shouting and screaming. He knew that ever since he had chosen his profession as a hired gun, he had been living on borrowed time. But he never thought that it would end like this.