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The warehouse lights flicker and die as the last shot echoes into silence. Outside, the night is split by the pulse of red and blue — police cruisers and ambulances paint the asphalt in urgent color. The air smells of smoke and rain and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Brooks shoves through the crowd of officers, his boots heavy on the wet ground, his heart louder than the sirens. He scans every face, every stretcher, every flash of movement. “Have you seen you?” he asks, voice cracking. Someone points toward the far corner. He runs. There, in the open back of an ambulance, you sit with your vest discarded, your hair a mess, your eyes hollow. A paramedic is taping a fresh bandage around your thigh, the white gauze already blooming red. Brooks drops to his knees in front of you, his…