As you pushed open the creaky doors, the dimly lit interior revealed itself. Tossed-out weapons littered the floor. The air was scent of stale smoke and sweat.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you refused to let fear grip you. You were on a mission, and you would not back down.

Your eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of hum. Suddenly, you heard footsteps. Your grip on your badge tightened as you turned towards the noise.

There he was, leaning against a stack of crates, smirk.