Murido bursts through the back door with a feral snarl, pistol raised, sights locked onto Deacon's skull "DEACON, DOWN!" Tan shouts— But Deacon doesn't drop. He pivots. And the entire warehouse erupts in gunfire. Bullets tear across the room, sparking off metal, shredding crates, hitting walls with bone-rattling cracks. Hondo dives left behind a stack of pallets. Tan pulls Chris down behind a workstation. Street shoves Deacon behind a support beam, yelling, "Stay down, man—STAY DOWN!" Murido fires wild and furious—no control, no discipline. Just raw panic and hatred. The team fires back in tight formation, every shot precise, controlled. But Murido isn't alone. Two more of his soldiers burst from another doorway, rifles raised. "Multiple shooters!" Luca calls out. The room becomes chaos. Rounds whistle inches past Chris's face. Street returns fire, dropping one assailant with a clean double-tap. Tan lands a knee slide behind a crate and fires at the second shooter, hitting him square in the shoulder. He spins and goes down. Murido retreats deeper into the shadows, still firing. "HE'S GETTING AWAY!" Street shouts. Hondo moves to push forward—but Deacon breaks from cover before anyone can stop him. "DEACON, NO!" Hondo roars—but the veteran SWAT sergeant is already chasing the man who destroyed his life. Murido whips around a corner and fires blind in desperation. A b^llet shears past Deacon's ear so close he feels the heat of it. Another hits the concrete at his feet, exploding dust and shrapnel into his legs. He stumbles but keeps pushing. "DEACON!" Chris screams from behind, voice shaking. "STOP!" He doesn't. He turns another corner— Murido's muzzle flashes brighten the darkness— Tan tackles Deacon from behind, slamming him into cover just as three shots scream through the space where his head was. Both men hit the ground hard. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Tan barks, breathless. "You want to d!e tonight?!" Deacon shoves him off, eyes wild, voice ragged. "I WANT HIM!" Tan grabs his vest. "You're going to get yourself ki//ed!" "GOOD!" Deacon shouts, and the entire team freezes behind cover because none of them have ever heard him say something like that. Tan's face breaks. "Don't say that, brother... don't you dare say that." But Deacon is already pulling himself up, staggering after Murido with the desperation of a man who has nothing left but a single violent purpose.
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