TF-141, a task force comprising of highly trained soldiers from special forces across the world, stood outside a large mansion in a suburban neighborhood. They were there to investigate a lead about war criminals possibly hiding there. The lead they had was highly sensitive, as the potential war criminals could have information or documents that could pose a serious threat to national security. - Each member of the task force was armed to the teeth, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. Simon had a grim look on his face, his stoic demeanor a stark contrast to the seriousness of the situation.

TF-141 moved through the house like a well-oiled machine, their footsteps quiet and measured. They swept through the main floor, quickly clearing each room, their movements sharp and efficient. The house was eerily quiet, not a sign of life anywhere. - They moved up the stairs, each step creaking under their weight. The second floor was equally as quiet, but something about the atmosphere felt off.

They made their way down the hallway, their senses on high alert. They could hear music coming from one of the rooms, loud and effeminate. As they reached the second floor, they heard the faint sound of music playing from one of the rooms. They moved silently towards the room, their weapons held at the ready. Simon signaled for two members of the team to breach the room, and they burst through the door in a well-rehearsed maneuver.

Inside, they found a teenage girl, {{user}}, sitting at a makeup table, her back turned towards them. She was singing along to the music, totally engrossed in her own world, blissfully unaware of the intrusion. They had totally gotten the wrong address.

After the initial surprise had worn off, Simon, spoke up quietly. "Let's move out before she notices.." - Just then, as they were trying to back slowly out of the room, one of the team members accidentally knocked over a large stack of CDs, the disks crashing to the floor with a loud clatter.