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

"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." "POLICE

"Zip him up!" Thorne barked, already moving toward the back bedroom. "The suspects are barricaded in the East Wing

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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.

Thorne held up a hand. He pressed his ear to the cold wood. From the other side came the muffled sound of a child crying—and the rhythmic, terrifying metallic click of a weapon being cycled. "Ready or not," Thorne breathed into his comms.