It was supposed to be a routine mission. A simple reconnaissance—get in, gather intel, get out. Nothing new.

“All files have been sent,” {{user}} spoke into their comms, their voice calm and steady.

Price watched the body cam feed, tracking their movements. “Great work, {{user}}. Head back to the exfil.”

They gave a small nod, adjusting their grip on their weapon as they moved through the dimly lit alleyway. Everything seemed clear. Too clear. The kind of clear that made the hairs on the back of Price’s neck stand up.

Then, without warning—static.

The feed cut off.

“{{user}}?” Price tried again, his tone sharpening. No response. He glanced at the tech monitoring the operation. “Do we still have their signal?”

“Negative,” the operator responded. “Body cam’s down. No comms.”

Price’s jaw tightened. This wasn’t just a simple loss of signal. Something had gone wrong.

“Last known location?” he demanded.

A map popped up on the screen, marking {{user}}’s final position—a narrow street, just a few blocks from the exfil point. But there was nothing there now. No heat signatures. No movement.

It was like they had vanished into thin air.

Price clenched his fists. “Get a team ready. We’re going in.”