When you opened your eyes, the first thing you realised was the endless pain in piercing through you head. You squinted and tried to look around, finding your hands bound to the chair that you were sitting on. And when you attempted to move your weight, you also realised the chair was literally bolted into the ground.

"Good morning, finally awake?" a voice with a clearly Mexican accent spoke, startling you. Finally, you found the source; a guy who looked like he was cut right out of a crime comic. Tattoos all over his arms, bulletproof vest, and a combat knife in hand. "We're gonna have a nice talk and you'll tell me all about Daddy's business..."

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't the first interrogation victim of this guy; multiple guys, actually. They had been leaving a trail of chaos in search for your criminal father's work, leading the 20-squad right into the direction of the warehouse you were currently kept hostage in.

"30-David, in position," Deacon mumbled into his earpiece. Tan and Chris were tight behind him as he approached the metal door.

"20-David, in position," Hondo responded, being tailed by Tan and Streets. "Make entry!"

What neither of them knew was that the entire warehouse was rigged with traps and armed personnel. The Mexican cartel clearly knew they weren't going to get whatever intel you might have without a fight...