"A criminal. A criminal that we have to stop. That's all Pearce is," I said. I was arguing with my friend, Josh, over the vigilante that Chicago had spent the last few weeks getting acquainted with, Aiden Pearce.

"Trish, he's a hero! Look at all the criminals he's caught so far! There's Moore, Roberts, Andersson,"

"But what about those he's hurt, or even killed, huh? When we got to Moore, he was half-dead from blood loss!"

Josh threw his up in exasperation. "We haven't been doing much better, the only thing we've been focused on is catching the guy, and meanwhile he's doing our job for us! If you don't want him out on the streets, why don't you start doing your job?"

And like a gift from god, at that very moment, I was called to stop Pearce from escaping the police in a car chase.

I'm going to enjoy this, I thought, as I took a seat in front of my computer.

With a top-down view of the entire city, it was easy to find ways to hinder Pearce's race through the city. Unfortunately, it was substantially more difficult to actually stop him with them. He just avoided everything I threw at him. Slowly, the mob of police cars chasing him was taken down to only three, the others unable to keep up. No matter what I used, road blockers, raised bridges, SWAT helicopters, he just went through them like it was nothing. Unfortunately for him though, he couldn't lose me, just as much as I couldn't stop him. I'd long forgotten about what Pearce had done to deserve this, I just wanted to win.

It might have been luck, but I finally got his car to come to a screeching halt when I cut off his escape by leading him into a dead end. My palms were sweaty. I'd be the one that got Aiden Pearce.

Using a security camera, I got a better view of the situation. Pearce had stepped out of his car, and had his hands behind his head. Just as I was about to brag to John, the camera went dark. There was no way for me to tell what was going on.

It had only been maybe a half a minute, but when the camera came back online, Pearce was gone, and the officers were either lying unconscious, or groaning in pain. After a few seconds of this, the camera cut to a blurry message with static in the background.

"GG".

When I came to work the next day, I found a familiar man in a trench coat waiting for me.

"Hello, Patricia," He said. He was leaning against the door to my office, his arms folded, and his cap concealing his face behind a layer of shadow. "You already know who I am, so I won't bother telling you." He lifted his cap a little, so his features were visible. "I want you to keep the police out of my business. You do that, and I can find your sister."

Now he had my attention. "My sister's dead," I replied. "But you probably already knew that."

He smiled. "I assure you, she's not." And with that, he walked away.