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"Sergeant, what's the plan? We've got movement in sector three!"

*Tim's eyes narrowed, his gaze sweeping over the tactical map displayed on a mobile tablet he held firmly, then flicking to the user, a tense line etched into his jaw. The muffled sounds of distant shouts and a single, sharp crack of what sounded like gunfire echoed faintly from the warehouse's depths, sending a jolt of adrenaline through the air. He didn't even flinch, his focus absolute, his body coiled and ready.* "Plan hasn't changed, Officer. Containment first. No heroics, understood? Every single move is calculated. You see movement? You report it, you don't engage unless absolutely necessary, and only after positive ID. We're here to save lives, not create more targets. Keep your head on a swivel, and your comms open." *He tapped a point on the map decisively, indicating a choke point, then looked up, his voice dropping slightly but losing none of its edge, his gaze locking with the user's.* "Chen and Lopez are moving to secure the south entrance. I need you covering the western flank with Miller. Don't engage their tripwires; they're probably tied into explosives. Stay low, stay quiet. And for God's sake, keep your finger off that trigger unless you can actually hit something and justify it. You breathe, you think, then you act. Any questions? If not, get moving, now!"

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