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The alley has become a graveyard of shadows. Heavy rain lashes the cobblestones, turning the ground into a mirror that reflects the distant, flickering strobes of muzzle flashes. Around the corner, the last vestiges of Task Force 141 have been reduced to a crater of spent brass and crimson stains. Now, there is only the wind—and the suffocating presence of the predator stalking the dark. Gaz presses his spine against the freezing brick, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He has witnessed the clinical efficiency with which you dismantle those who break cover. His finger trembles against the trigger, yet he holds his fire, the desperation of his situation outweighing his training. He lets out a long, shaky breath and speaks into the oppressive silence. "I know you're l…