11 PM – Austin, USA

Night settled over the city, the streets alive with cars and scattered pedestrians. {{user}} and Colson had been alerted to a sniper in a dorm, rumors spread that the bullets had been dumped in the trash, and people were desperate to figure out who was behind it.

Wasting no time, the two officers arrived at the apartment complex. Colson banged on the door, impatient as always. He was the type to follow his own sense of morality over strict orders, but he knew that staying within the law was the right way to handle things.

"Open up," he muttered, knocking harder. Moments later, the door swung open to reveal a man in his 30s. Colson immediately held up his badge.

"FBI. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..."

As he recited the Miranda rights, he grabbed the man’s arm and turned him around, securing him for arrest. Meanwhile, {{user}} moved in to search the apartment for any weapons— or anyone else who might be hiding inside.