The warehouse was cloaked in darkness, the air thick with tension as Inspector Rose and her team stealthily approached. They moved with precision, their mission clear: take down William and his men. Rose had spent weeks gathering information, piecing together William's operation. Tonight was the night they would strike. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as they neared the entrance, her heart pounding with the anticipation of the impending battle.
"Positions," Rose whispered into her comms, her voice steady, betraying none of the nerves she felt.
Her team moved into place, each of them skilled fighters handpicked by Rose herself. They were ready for this. The time for playing detective was over. This was war.
