08:00 AM.
The sunrise was a dirty smear of grey over the industrial district.
Sarah sat in the passenger seat of the armored Command Van, staring at the coffee in her hand. It was cold. She hadn't slept since the breakthrough at the kitchen table.
Speedway Logistics. The building loomed ahead—a rotting carcass of corrugated metal and shattered glass.
"We're set, Vance," the SWAT leader’s voice crackled over the radio. "Perimeter is sealed."
Sarah stood up. She left her tablet plugged into the van's console to download the raid logs. She needed her hands free.
"Execute," Sarah commanded.
The team moved. A wave of black armor flowing toward the rusted side door.
THUD. THUD. BOOM.
The breach charge blew the door inward.
"GCPD! Down! Get down!"
Sarah followed the stack, weapon raise
