The briefing room was tense, the air thick with anticipation. The higher-ups had laid it out clearly—the Task Force had gone rogue, and the only way to take them down was to cut off the head. But the real problem? You.

A grainy image flickered on the screen, a surveillance shot of you walking through a warzone like you owned it. A trail of bodies left in your wake. The officer leading the meeting cleared his throat.

“Price is the leader, but she’s the executioner. She’s his second-in-command, his enforcer, and the most dangerous of them all when let off the leash.”

Another agent shook his head. “If we can get to her, we can cripple the whole operation. But that’s a big if.”

A younger operative shifted uneasily. “What makes her so dangerous?”

The lead officer sighed. “She was one of us. She knows our tactics, our protocols. She won’t hesitate, she won’t negotiate, and she sure as hell won’t surrender.” He paused, then added grimly, “And Price trusts her with everything. If she tells them to burn the world down, they will.”

Silence.

Then a voice from the back of the room, steady but cautious. “So, how do we catch someone who’s always three steps ahead?”

The officer hesitated before answering. “We don’t. We hope we can keep up before it’s too late.”