1: Your Average Action Movie
The room is sparsely furnished with a single metal table and two chairs. A bare bulb flickers overhead, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Two men sit facing each other. One man is maintaining a steely glare at the other, who, at this point in time, is cuffed to his chair. The cuffed man's eyes twitch; the edge of his eyelids is beginning to feel a ferocious itch. He shakes the cuffs back and forth while blinking rapidly to relieve said itch.
"Pipe down."
That is Jack, the man sitting on the opposite chair; the un-cuffed man, if you can imagine. His glare never breaks throughout the whole ordeal. A seasoned agent with a signature poker face and unkempt hair, Jack holds quite the reputation. Under his leather coat—its color long faded to the agonizing summer sun—hides a bulletproof vest, a testament to the danger he faces daily. Perhaps, because of this very reason, Jack does not consider hygiene a priority. After all, who cares if a dead man's hair has a whole ecological system on it?
"Atchoo!"
And the gentleman who just sneezed, and is cuffed, is Vincent.
Appearances can be deceiving. However, Vincent is a bit of a fashion connoisseur. An average on-the-loose criminal mastermind known for his cunning intellect and ruthless tactics, Vincent always ensures he looks fabulous while enjoying an afternoon leisurely activity of robbing the city's national museum. The back is cuffed, but not the front.
“So now that we have gotten comfortable..." Jack straightens. "Would you mind telling me where is-”
"Oop, wait, tut tut," Vincent cuts in, "don't ya think the light is a bit too bright?"
"What?"
"I can feel the power of five billion megavolts scorching my skin, Jackaboy," Vincent continues. "It's hot!"
"Seriously?" Jack sighs. "And quit with the nickname."
"No, no, this is actually a rather dreadful dilemma! Can you see my sweats staining my latest techbroid waistcoat?" He leans back and puts his feet on the table. "Oh, how God has abandoned me... "
"We've been through this, Vincent. In this room, I ask... " Jack points a thumb to his chest, and his index finger to Vincent, "... and you answer."
"Y'know, the light kinda reminds me of my theater days," says Vincent, staring at the buzzing bulb overhead, "I used to dream of becoming an actor, like being at the center of the stage, spotlight shining on me and everything, y'know?
"I hardly see how this-"
"And I worked hard on it, too, every day at the club after school. 3 to 9. Never returning home before all my lines are up here." He points to his temple, with his foot.
"Oh yeah? And how'd that work out for you?" Jack slaps Vincent's feet off the table.
Vincent smiles and shrugs. "Well, destiny set me on a different path."
"Uh-huh."
"Still, how often do you get showered in spotlights like these? Spotlight that makes you feel like the main character?" The theater kid/criminal mastermind asks.
"Don't know. How often do you?"
"All the time. Police helicopter light, moonlight, patrol light, drone light, laser tracker light, y'know, et cetera and et cetera." Vincent counts with the fingers cuffed behind him.
"Enough. Where is it, Vincent?" Jack stands up abruptly, glaring into Vincent's eyes. When Jack sat down earlier, he could not see Vincent's eyes very well, but now that he can, there is something curious about them. Vincent's eyes carry a rare hue of hazel—a quality that would send women looking his way whether they are high-class nobles or mere prostitutes. Only a scant few who possess hazel eyes are recorded in history texts, and the number recorded usually never reaches two digits. It is not an inherited trait, either, as far as historians are concerned.
“Okay, calm down, Jackass, no offense."
"Offense taken."
"You'll have to be more specific. I have a lot of... ‘its’, ” Vincent smirks.
“The microchip. The one you stole from the government facility last week. We know you have it,” Jack leans forward—his face inches from Vincent's.
Vincent's smirk slowly fades. He droops his eyes low and shapes his mouth into a half-smile, offering Jack the sharp and calculating expression of a mastermind.
“And why would I give up such valuable merchandise?” Vincent smiles calmly.
“Because you know what happens if you don't. We both do,” Jack leans back.
A deafening silence hangs in the air.
"Jack, you've never caught me before. What makes you think you can now?" Vincent holds up both his hands, un-cuffed. The cuffs hang lifelessly on the chair's arm, then plop to the floor with a resounding clink.
"Whoa-"
But before Jack can reach for his sidearm, a team of armed assailants storms into the room, weapons-drawn.
“Freeze! Hands where I can see them!” One assailant barks.
"Eagle to Nest. We got 'em cornered! Deploying backups in 10 seconds. Over," another assailant shouts into his radio.
"Y' know these guys?" Vincent yawns and stretches his back.
"I thought they're yours, asshole," Jack slowly raises his arms.
" 'Kay. I'll go front. You handle my back," Vincent whispers.
"What? Hell no!"
"Ya got a better idea?" Vincent glances at the attackers' rifles, then back to Jack.
Jack gulps, trying to swallow the idea down his throat and think of a better one, but he chokes as it gets stuck somewhere between the better-idea system and the logical-decision region.
"Okay. Fine, alright," Jack reluctantly gives in. "Goddamnit, how the hell did this happen twice?"
"Well, we cooperated so well last time that fate decided to test us again," Vincent answers. "Plain and simple."
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"Ay! Shut up and get down!" The armed assailant sticks his nozzle to Vincent's forehead.
Vincent glances over to Jack, who glances back. He gestures to Jack to go back and let him, of course, take the front. Jack nods and springs into action.
In the chaos that ensues, they knock out the attackers with the available metal chairs and use the distraction to their advantage. As they fight and steel-chair their way out of the interrogation room, Jack and Vincent find themselves reluctantly working together, complementing each other's skills in unexpected ways.
"For the record, you're still arrested, Vincent."
"Don't you know, Jack? Half the fun's the chase."
Outside, the night is alive with the sound of sirens and gunfire as they race through the streets in a stolen Aston Martin, pursued both by the unknown assailants and Vincent's henchmen, coming to rescue their boss.
But amidst the chaos, a bond deepens between them—a companionship born out of mutual respect. But Vincent will never admit it, and neither will Jack.
In a climactic showdown atop a towering skyscraper, Jack and Vincent confront each other once more. Their fates are intertwined in a deadly game of cat and mouse, and as the sun rises on a new day, only one man will emerge victorious. However, both men will forever be changed by their face-to-face encounter.
The rest is history.
***
Notorious criminal named Vincent. Document his file.
Name: Vincent Lacroix
Alias: [several]
Age: 30
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 180 lbs
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Blonde
Criminal Record:
Vincent Lacroix, also known by many aliases, is a notorious thief with a long and extensive record. He was involved in a wide range of criminal activities, including but not limited to:
Grand Theft:
Vincent has orchestrated numerous high-profile heists, targeting valuable artifacts, precious jewels, and sensitive information. His meticulous planning and attention to detail have made him one of the most elusive and successful thieves in the criminal underworld.
Cybercrime:
Vincent is skilled in hacking and cyber warfare, using his expertise to breach secure networks, steal confidential data, and manipulate digital systems. He has been linked to multiple cyberattacks on government agencies, financial institutions, and corporate entities.
Arms Trafficking:
Vincent has been implicated in the illegal trade of weapons and munitions across international borders. He has connections with arms dealers and militant groups, supplying them with advanced weaponry in exchange for substantial profits.
Money Laundering:
Vincent operates a sophisticated network of shell companies and offshore accounts to launder illicit funds obtained from his criminal activities. He has laundered millions of dollars through illegitimate businesses, concealing the true source of his wealth.
Racketeering:
Vincent has been involved in organized crime syndicates, exerting control over various illegal enterprises such as gambling, extortion, and drug trafficking. He uses intimidation and violence to maintain his grip on these illicit operations.
Wanted Status:
Vincent Lacroix is considered extremely dangerous and is wanted by law enforcement agencies worldwide. He has evaded capture numerous times, presumably due to his resources and network of loyal associates.
Known Associates:
Vincent Lacroix surrounds himself with a cadre of skilled operatives and loyal henchmen who assist him in carrying out his criminal endeavors. These associates are well-trained and highly capable, helping Vincent execute his plans efficiently.
Special Notes:
Vincent Lacroix is known for his elusive nature and ability to adapt to changing circumstances. He operates with extreme precaution, taking meticulous steps to avoid detection and cover his tracks. He is a master manipulator, capable of exploiting vulnerabilities in both individuals and systems to further his agenda.
Vincent's ultimate motivations remain a mystery. However, he is presumed to thirst for power, wealth, and control. He poses a significant threat to global security and must be apprehended at all costs.
End of File.
***
Notorious swordsman criminal, code-named ‘Zero.’ Rumored to be working with Vincent. Document his file.
Name: Unknown
Alias: Zero
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'0" - 6'2"
Weight: 170 lbs - 190 lbs
Eye Color: Unknown
Hair Color: Unknown
Criminal Record:
Zero is a notorious swordsman criminal with a reputation for unparalleled skill and ruthlessness. His true identity remains unknown. Details are currently unavailable regarding his past or origins.
However, there is evidence supporting his involvement in the execution of various high-profile individuals, such as [REDACTED].
All victims exhibited a similar gash or wounds that were presumed to have been left by a blade-type weapon. This leads various agencies to link back these targets to the infamous swordsman.
Assassinations:
Zero is believed to have carried out numerous high-profile assassinations, eliminating targets with deadly precision and efficiency. His preferred weapon is a custom-made katana, which he wields with deadly proficiency, leaving behind a trail of bodies wherever he goes.
Mercenary Work:
Zero has been hired as a mercenary by various criminal organizations and individuals, offering his services as a skilled swordsman and enforcer. He is known to operate independently, taking on contracts that align with his interests and agenda.
Espionage:
Zero possesses exceptional stealth and infiltration skills, making him well-suited for covert operations and intelligence gathering. He has been linked to espionage activities, including reconnaissance, sabotage, and information retrieval.
Collaboration with Vincent:
Rumors are circulating within the criminal underworld that Zero has allied with Vincent Lacroix, the notorious criminal mastermind. While these rumors have not been confirmed, the possibility of Zero working alongside Vincent poses a significant threat to law enforcement and national security.
Wanted Status:
Zero is considered an extremely dangerous individual and is wanted by law enforcement agencies worldwide. His elusive nature and formidable combat skills make him a challenging target to apprehend. Despite numerous attempts to capture him, Zero has managed to evade authorities and continue operating with impunity. Agents are advised to take precautions.
Known Associates:
Aside from his connection to Vincent, Zero is believed to operate alone, but there have been reports of him collaborating with individuals connected to his targets. His connections within the criminal underworld are extensive, allowing him to procure resources and support when needed.
Special Notes:
Zero is a highly skilled combatant with a mastery of various martial arts and swordsmanship techniques. He is known for his calm demeanor and calculated approach to combat, always staying one step ahead of the authorities.
Little is known about Zero's motivations or personal beliefs, as he rarely leaves behind any traces of his identity or intentions, though it is heavily implied he works for the highest bidder. Zero operates in the shadows, striking swiftly and disappearing without a trace. The only evidence, as mentioned above, is the sword gashes left on the victims.
Zero's allegiance to Vincent Lacroix, if confirmed, would represent a dangerous escalation in criminal activity, as their combined expertise and resources could pose a significant threat to global security. Law enforcement agencies are advised to exercise extreme caution when dealing with Zero and to prioritize his capture above all else.
End of File.