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"Zip him up!" Thorne barked, already moving toward the back bedroom.

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. "Zip him up

"POLICE! HANDS IN THE AIR!" Thorne screamed, his voice a thunderclap in the small room. Before the man could pull the trigger, a

"Door is locked. Prepping C2," whispered Miller, the team’s breaching specialist. "Door is locked

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.

"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."