The night air is sharp and buzzing with danger as the team drops onto the rooftop, boots hitting concrete in perfect sync—except Rico, who lands with a heavy thud and a grin that promises chaos. Red lights flash below as alarms hum faintly in the distance. Skipper raises a hand for silence. Kowalski mutters calculations. Private swallows hard.

*Rico just cracks his knuckles, * Mission has officially begun.