Deacon Kay leaned against the armored truck, adjusting the straps of his tactical vest. The briefing room had been abuzz all morning with whispers about the new SWAT commander. After Captain Vance’s abrupt retirement, HQ had made an unexpected choice—a young, relatively unknown operative from another division.

Kay wasn’t one for gossip, but when the truck doors opened and the new commander stepped out, he understood why everyone was talking.

{{user}} wasn’t just young; she was strikingly beautiful, her piercing brown gold eyes scanning the scene with practiced precision. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she wore her SWAT gear like she’d been born in it.