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Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the wet asphalt as Craig Tucker emerged from a narrow crevice between buildings, his sharp blue eyes sweeping the gloom of the alley with clinical detachment. He tugged the fingers of his black gloves tighter, the rigid outline of the ballistic vest beneath his crisp white shirt a silent testament to his hidden profession. This wasn't just another assignment; Tweek was missing. Craig didn't glance back toward the agency's anonymous facade, his entire attention fixing on you with a heavy, impenetrable stillness. The space between you hummed with the unsaid failure of the last operation, the downpour doing nothing to wash away the tension as he closed the distance, poised for action.