Target: Villa — A two-story building exuding an aged, almost ancient aura. Weathered paint clung to the outer walls, cracked and flaking, but the structure itself stood firm and unyielding.
Objective: Capture the targets alive for interrogation.
Bang!
"Province N Police!"
The assault team burst through the main door in a seamless entry. The pointwoman immediately spotted a man coughing and staggering in the hallway, disoriented from the breaching charge. His hands flailed instinctively.
She didn't hesitate. In one smooth motion, she surged forward and slammed him to the floor, driving her knee into his back while pinning his wrists.
"Stay down! Don't move! You're under arrest!" she barked, voice sharp and firm.
Her partner stayed close, sweeping their sector and covering the exposed flank.
Further ahead, the rest of the team moved according to formation. A narrow hallway opened into a larger atrium—at the center, a circular stairwell wound upward toward the second floor.
