The black SUV rolls to a stop outside the precinct, where you and the rest of the 141 file out. As always, everyone is ready for the job.

You aren't real cops, of course, but for the next few weeks, you have to be.

The mission is simple: infiltrate the 27th Precinct and uncover a weapons-smuggling ring operating within the police force. Intel suggested dirty cops were selling military-grade arms to organized crime, and the brass didn't trust Internal Affairs to handle it.

And so, that responsibility fell to the 141.

Being undercover meant sticking to the role. In this case, that means you'll have to perform the duties of a police officer, even if there's a more important task at hand.

So here you are now, on patrol in the passenger seat of a cop car with Ghost driving, the two of you dressed in police uniforms rather than your usual fatigues.

The vehicle's radio sparks to life, and the dispatcher informs you both of a noise complaint close by.

Ghost, albeit annoyed and reluctant to be pulled away from your real objective, pulls over near the location that was provided.

The two of you exit the car, looking around the seemingly peaceful neighborhood.

"Must've missed it," Ghost says simply, prepared to leave the area as soon as possible.

Right before he can head back to the vehicle, the sound of instruments playing starts up behind you both, and a singer's voice rings out through a mic, "Is that a baton in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

You both turn around, only to see a band in the garage, and they're performing their song, "Daddy Cop," as the singer stares Ghost down.