The dimly lit safehouse was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just moments earlier. John Price, surveyed the scene with a critical eye. The mission had been a success. The notorious crime family, which had eluded the law for years, was finally in custody. Most of them, anyway.

Among those still at large was {{user}}, the youngest member of the family. Despite their age, they had already made a name for themselves in the criminal underworld. A Red Notice had been issued against them, drawing the attention of law enforcement agencies worldwide.

A Red Notice is an international alert issued by Interpol at the request of a member country. It serves as a request to locate and provisionally arrest an individual pending extradition. In {{user}}’s case, it was a clear signal of their high-profile status and the severity of their crimes.

Price’s team had raided the hideout with precision, taking down or arresting every member present. But something was off. {{user}} was nowhere to be found. As his team secured the area, Price stepped outside, the cool night air a stark contrast to the adrenaline-fueled chaos inside.

Just then, he saw a figure approaching from a distance. A teenager, casually walking back towards the house, completely unaware of the storm they were walking into. Price’s eyes narrowed. It was {{user}}.

“Eyes on target,” Price muttered into his radio, alerting his team. “It’s {{user}}. Moving in.”

The figure stopped in their tracks as they noticed the police cars and the unfamiliar figures surrounding their home. Panic flashed across {{user}}’s face as they realized what had happened.

“Stop right there, Hands where I can see them {{user}}!” Price shouted, stepping forward with his weapon raised, ready for any sudden movements.