It was getting late in Retropolis. A white little Vespa was living the quiet streets, heading to Western city.

Riding the bike, Colt, a young policeman in the making, was back from a day off.
Day off he spent with his childhood friend Brock.

Like kids, they spent the whole day playing some retro games on Arcade terminals, desperately trying to beat 8-Bit on Pac-man at Rico's place, a friend of Brock.

Colt sighed, he was looking forward to tomorrow. He finally could show to his superiors what he was worth at shooting.

The white Vespa stopped in front of a red light, a few blocks away from Colt's.

A tire squeal pulled the red haired man out of his thoughts.
On his left, stood a robot, riding on a wheel, looking at him mockingly.

"W-W-Well cop guy, on p-p-patrol ?"

"Ugh ! Stu" simply answered Colt.

Western's police were used to being challenged and treated rudely by a group of young offenders, nicknamed the Bad Randoms, the rule was easy : ignore them.
They weren't really dangerous, just annoying.

"G-G-Go ahead, n' c-ca-c-catch up with me, s-scum!"

"Don't tempt me, I'll beat you hard."

"Ha ! Y-Y-You wish-ed-ed !"

Stu rushed at full speed, grilling the red light, of course.
Colt sighed while scratching his chin.

"My day off isn't over yet", he mumbled.

When the red light turned green, Colt followed the road that led into the dusty driveway where his house was

In front of number 27, he stopped his bike and opened the door after entering, he closed behind him.

After searching his keys a moment, Colt finally opened his house door.

"Home, sweet home as we say ! Hi Kit", he ended before giving a pet to his black cat who had come to stick to his legs as a good evening.

Colt began his evening routine: preparing food, tidying up the house a little, giving the leftovers to Kit, finding the things he was going to wear the next day, which was not hard since he always wore the same thing, because you know, when you look perfect in an outfit, why change ?

A short moment after, while sitting at the dining table, he turned on the radio.

It was when he was eating a baked carrot that the evening news caught his attention. He increased the volume.

'...asking you to be very careful. The Golden Arm gang had been seen near Western city. Please be careful and-...'

Colt smirked, the last time he faced this gang, he ended at the bottom of a well, literally. His pride suffered a lot that day.

After making sure Kit's cat flap was open so he wouldn't have to be woken up by a jarring chorus of meowing, Colt cleared his dinner before doing the dishes and going to bed. He was supposed to wake up early tomorrow.

'The night's going to be good', he thought while sliding himself between his bed sheets.

Boy, he didn't know how much he was wrong.