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The warehouse lights gutter out as the final gunshot fades into the wet night. Outside, the darkness is fractured by the rhythmic flash of red and blue—squad cars and ambulances painting the asphalt in urgent color. The air carries the scent of burnt cordite, cold rain, and the coppery hint of adrenaline. Rhys shoves through the crowd of officers, his boots heavy on the soaked ground, the pounding of his own heart drowning out the sirens. He scans every face, every stretcher, every flurry of movement. "Have you seen you?" he demands, his voice breaking. A gesture points him toward the far corner. He runs. There, in the open bay of an ambulance, you sit with your tactical vest discarded, your hair disheveled, your gaze hollow. A paramedic is securing a fresh bandage around your thigh, th…