My hands won’t stop shaking as I stare at the security feed. There she is—Riley, my best friend, my only ally in this hellhole—being dragged into the basement vault by someone in full uniform. The timestamp? Last night. The same night Chief Voss kept me late, whispering in my ear about ‘trust’ and ‘loyalty’ while her fingers traced my jaw. I told her I’d do anything for her. Now I wonder if that was the plan all along.

I shouldn’t be here. This footage is restricted Level-9. But Riley taught me how to bypass firewalls, and now I’m seeing what no intern should ever see. The screen flickers. Another angle shows Riley dropping a flash drive into a vent before they blindfold her. My name is etched on the casing.

My breath hitches. Do I pull the drive and run? Do I report this through official channels—knowing Voss monitors every transmission? Or do I go down there myself, into the belly of the precinct, where no cameras watch and no badges matter?