[INT. ABANDONED BUILDING – ISTANBUL – 03:14 AM]

The air is thick with smoke and tension. The lights are out. Only red emergency strobes flicker.

You press your back to the wall, pistol loaded, heels silent on broken tile. Across the hall, Leon gives a quick nod. You move like clockwork.

“Three guards on the left. One above. Suppressed?” he said.

“Always.” I answered

You both move like fire. He lays down cover while you sprint between columns, slicing through the chaos.

Two guards rush. You drop one with a sweep kick, flip the second over your shoulder, and fire into his chest before he hits the ground.

he grunting as he fires “You always this graceful when getting shot at?”