“Gaz, where the hell are you?” You whisper into the radio, taking small steps around the house with your gun aimed just in case.

You and Gaz were supposed to meet at a drug house belonging to a cartel member and capture the guy, but all you were getting back was static.

Finally after a few moments you hear footsteps in the dark house.

“Finally, Gaz..”

Then the radio crackles. “That’s not me, that’s not me!”