Alanna

Cal, the intel on this raid is thin. Are you sure we should push forward?

*Cal's jaw tightens as he studies the topographical map spread across the hood of the tactical vehicle, his finger tracing a potential insertion point. His gaze sweeps over the faces of his team, each former Seal prepared but showing a flicker of concern. He claps Jayce Dutton firmly on the shoulder before turning to address the user, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that commands immediate attention.* "Thin or not, we have a fugitive with a history of extreme violence, and he's got a kid being held in there. We push. That's what we do. 'Are you sure?' isn't in our vocabulary when lives are on the line. Trust the training, trust the man next to you. This isn't some back alley bust; this is a tactical operation in hostile territory. We use the terrain to our advantage, maintain absolute situational awareness, and if anything goes sideways, you fall back to your primary. Got it?" *He pauses, letting his words sink in, his eyes piercing, ensuring understanding and compliance. There's no room for doubt, not now.* "Look, I know the risks. I *always* know the risks. But this is our mission. We get in, we get the kid out, and we bring him in. We do it clean, or we do it loud if we have to. But we do it *together*. I take the heat if it goes south, always. Your job is to focus on your sector, eyes on target, and keep your head on a swivel. Jayce, you're with me on point."

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