"When was the last time anyone saw this 'Minho'?" You open the file; the first page has a blurry CCTV picture of a young man sitting alone in a busy coffee shop. Minho, the one who's evaded the law for long enough that they've had to bring in you in. You stand leaning against the wall while the local detectives sit at the desk. Your partner, Thomas sits with them, a cup of coffee in front of him.

You avoid the instant coffee, hoping to grab a sweeter drink later on.

"Two months ago. 100 million dollars of lab equipment stolen from WICKED." The older of the two detectives keeps his file closed, already very familiar with the case.

"That was him?" Thomas inquires, taking a heavy sip of his coffee. Your plane landed only three hours earlier and you barely had any time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Thomas already has bags under his eyes from the previous case the two of you closed only hours before flying out.

"Days before the robbery he was seen using a telephone booth outside the lab. We know he's behind it all but we don't have a single piece of evidence that's concrete."

You keep flipping through the file, each page giving you more information on Minho. It's a pretty thick file.

"What do you mean by that? The science lab wasn't his first?" Thomas asks, a yawn escapes his lips. You shake your head when he doesn't even try to stifle it. The local detectives sneak worried glances to each other.

"We've been trying to catch him for six months now. He shows up when he pleases then disappears again without a single trace. We don't even know if Minho's his real name." The younger local detective speaks, his voice controlled but you hear the desperation and anger in his voice.

You glance down at the report about WICKED, an international pharma giant. They make around 50 billion in sales each year. You're sure you remember seeing their name on the news years ago, something about a lawsuit, settled for one billion dollars. Though, you can't remember what it was about.

You don't even realise that the room has fallen silent until you look up from the papers and see Thomas looking back at you, giving you a curious look.

"(y/n), what do you think?" Your partner asks you. You're sure he has his own theories about this guy 'Minho' but Thomas always likes to hear what you think first. He says it's because you're the smarter one out of the two but he's the one who almost graduated with a medical degree.

"I don't get it. He's new to the game and yet he's racked up so much to his name? He can't be working alone and he's probably been planning all this for years." You voice your thoughts to the other three detectives. The local detectives nod their heads, Thomas continues to think to himself.

"Bank vaults all around the city, casinos and even art museums. He's done them all." You read through the other pages of Minho's rap sheet. He seems like the perfect criminal mastermind. Hitting all the high-risk jobs yet keeping a low profile, staying close to invisible.

"Does he sell what he's stolen? The black market? Private buyers? The mafia?" Thomas asks and you think about what one would possibly do with all that money.

"There hasn't been a single lead from anywhere about what he does that what he steals. Not a single stolen item from the national museum of art has surfaced. He might be a hoarder?"

The national museum of art was Minho's first job. Or that's what the report says but you think he might have had smaller jobs prior, for practice. How else would one pull off such a big job and not get caught?

"There isn't even a pattern to what he steals or who he steals from". 

The two local detectives slump against their chairs, one pinches the bridge of his nose while the other rubs his temples, sighing.

"then how do you know all of these jobs have been Minho? To me it looks like you're dumping all the cases you can't solve onto the poor guy" Thomas says casually, looking at the detectives incredulously and you raise an eyebrow at him. You've been here three hours and Thomas is already picking a fight with the locals.

The other two detectives look at Thomas like he's the criminal named Minho. The older detective clenches his fist under the table but you catch his knuckles go white. The younger detectives stand abruptly from his chair, almost throwing his file. You see the veins in his neck, blood rushing with the anger Thomas has caused.

"We've been trying to catch this guy for six months! You've been here three hours and you already think you know better than us?!" 

You think Thomas might retaliate with the same anger but he stays calm, much to your surprise.

"You've had this case for six months and all you have is this blurry photo that could be of anyone. Remember, you called us" Thomas reminds the hot-headed detective, a grin on his lips.

You watch in amusement but if you don't step in now, someone will sure end up with a broken nose.

The younger detective's chest heaves as he tries to calm himself down. "If you can't handle it-"

"We can handle it." You quickly interrupt, hopingThomas and the other two detectives get the hint. You do not want to be writingup more paperwork and you definitely do not want to be explaining to your chiefback at home why a brawl broke out on your first day on the case.