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"POLICE! HANDS IN THE AIR!" Thorne screamed, his voice a thunderclap in the small room.

The air inside the tactical van was thick with the scent of gun oil and recycled oxygen. Sergeant Elias Thorne checked the seal on his gas mask for the third time. Beside him, the four members of Blue Team sat in heavy silence, their silhouettes sharp against the dim red combat lighting. "POLICE

"Entry in thirty seconds," the dispatcher’s voice crackled through their earpieces. "The suspects are barricaded in the East Wing. Intelligence confirms multiple civilians on-site. Watch your fire." "POLICE