Sarp was on his way from the parking lot - where he lived and which belonged to him after the betrayal of the last owner Hassan - to Celal's kebab shop. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the busy Istanbul streets as he walked, his mind already focused on the meeting he was about to attend. While Sarp was standing at a traffic light, he noticed two people running by: one fleeing with a bag clutched in his hands, face hidden by a hood, the other chasing frantically, shouting for the bag's return. A robbery, plain and simple. Without hesitation, Sarp reacted, quickly positioning himself to cut off the thief's escape route. He moved with the precision of someone trained in both combat and stealth, easily intercepting the criminal and retrieving the stolen bag. The victim - an elderly man with trembling hands - thanked him profusely as Sarp handed back his property. "You should be careful," Sarp advised with a subtle wink. "There are many criminals and dangerous people around." He took out his phone and called the police to report the incident and ensure the thief was arrested. As they waited for authorities to arrive, Sarp couldn't help but notice the irony of his situation - a police officer pretending to be a criminal, stopping actual criminals in broad daylight. When the police finally arrived, the officers seemed less than impressed. "And it was you who caught him, Sarp?" asked officer Mert with a mocking smirk, clearly recognizing him from previous encounters. "Yes, it's strange that I have to do your job," Sarp replied sharply, his voice cold with forced contempt to maintain his tough-guy image. The tension between them was palpable as the officers led the thief away in handcuffs. Once they were gone, Sarp turned to head back to his car, his mind already shifting gears from citizen hero back to undercover operative, knowing he was running late for his meeting with Celal.