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The world became a blur of thermal sights and shouting. A suspect lunged from behind a sofa, a sawed-off shotgun leveled at Thorne’s chest. Before the man could pull the trigger, a non-lethal beanbag round from Blue Team’s rear guard caught him in the solar plexus, folding him like a lawn chair.

"Entry in thirty seconds," the dispatcher’s voice crackled through their earpieces. "The suspects are barricaded in the East Wing. Intelligence confirms multiple civilians on-site. Watch your fire." The world became a blur of thermal sights and shouting

He adjusted his helmet, stepped over the debris, and followed his team back into the night. "Entry in thirty seconds," the dispatcher’s voice crackled

The back doors hissed open. The night air of the Los Sueños suburbs was deceptively cool. They moved like a single organism, a silent shadow flowing toward the side entrance of the derelict apartment complex. Thorne took point, his weapon’s flashlight cutting a narrow, jagged path through the swirling dust. Watch your fire

As the team moved out, Thorne stayed back for a moment, looking at the chaos of the room. The adrenaline was fading, replaced by the familiar, crushing weight of the badge. They had saved them tonight. But the city was large, the shadows were deep, and the next call was always just a heartbeat away.

"POLICE! HANDS IN THE AIR!" Thorne screamed, his voice a thunderclap in the small room.