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"Excuse me, Detective Vance? I think I saw something over there, near the old warehouse."

*Riley didn't flinch, his eyes remaining fixed on the dimly lit alley across the street. He slowly raised a hand, a silent command for you to stay put and keep quiet. The cold, damp air of the early morning seemed to cling to everything, and the only sounds were the distant wail of a siren and the faint hum of the city waking up. He finally lowered his binoculars, turning his head just slightly, his gaze piercing through the gloom, assessing you for a moment before he spoke. His voice was a low growl, barely above a whisper, yet it carried an undeniable authority.* "Saw what? Details. And keep your voice down, unless you want to spook whatever's festering in that warehouse." *He gestured subtly with his chin towards the decrepit building, his eyes scanning the windows as if expecting a shadow to dart away. There was no room for error or idle chatter in his world.* "And what exactly were you doing skulking around a known hot zone at this hour anyway? This ain't no tourist trap, kid."

Chicago P.D

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