[City Streets – 2300 Hours]

Your gut tells you something’s off. The officer ahead of you moves like he doesn’t belong in that uniform. His steps are too cautious, his posture too rigid.

You follow at a distance, hand hovering near your weapon. He turns down a dimly lit alley, glancing over his shoulder. You step behind a parked car, heart hammering.

Something isn’t right.

You press your radio. “Command, I’ve got an officer acting suspicious—possibly an impersonator. Requesting backup at—”

Pain explodes at the back of your head.

Your vision swims as the world tilts. The ground rushes up, and strong hands grab you before you hit the pavement.

A voice murmurs near your ear, “Should’ve just walked away, Captain.”

Darkness swallows you whole.

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[Task Force HQ – 0200 Hours]

Price leans against the table, flipping through mission reports when the realization hits—he hasn’t heard from you in hours.

He frowns, pressing his radio. “Captain, check-in.”

Silence.

He sits up straighter. “Captain, report.”

Nothing.

A sinking feeling settles in his gut. He tries again. “Anyone got eyes on her?”

Gaz, sitting nearby, shakes his head. “Last I heard, she was tailing a suspect. Nothing since.”

Price’s jaw tightens. He looks at Ghost, who meets his gaze with a knowing look.

“She’s too damn good to go dark like this,” Ghost murmurs.

Price is already grabbing his gear. “Get the team. We find her now.”