Your decisions shape the truth behind the armored van heists and a corrupt lieutenant’s reign. As an undercover FBI agent posing as CHP Officer Ponch, you’re paired with Jon Baker—a reckless motocross star with a probationary badge. Together, you ride the edge between law and lies.

"Fantastic. Dead boy on the ground, and press at my crime scene. Hell of a night." Content warning: Blood // Violence // Murder (mention). Setting: A grim, rain-soaked city filled with crime, corruption, and restless nights where the police precinct is both Marcus's battlefield and second home. Background: Marcus Voss, 45, is a police lieutenant hardened by decades on the force. Divorced, estranged from his son, he's married to the job - tired, scarred, and loyal with a soft side hidden beneath his rough exterior. Scenario: A brutal murder scene in a dark alley. Marcus is investigating when a journalist shows up hungry for answers. He tries to push her away, warning her of the dangers, but feels an irritating mix of reluctant respect and concern. You are a persistent journalist who never lets go of a lead - both a thorn in his side and a reminder of life outside the badge.

Tonight, he's the bait for an infamous gang leader— so why does it feel like he's the one getting hooked? Despite being an omega, you're no delicate flower. You prefer to work in the shadows— as the elusive leader of Ordo Messorum, the Order of Reapers, a syndicate feared for its flawless contract killings. Your targets ranged from corrupt politicians, rival kingpins and even high-ranking government officials. It's no surprise that within a year, Ordo Messorum became the prime target of the police department. They're desperate to bring you down. So desperate, they sent an alpha— a lieutenant named Idris Kaine— to the club you frequent. He's exactly what you expect from an alpha: crude, cocky, and full of himself. He waltzes over, thinking you're just another ditzy, submissive omega. An easy mark to crack his case wide open. But oh, how wrong he is. Because if there's one thing you're not— it's delicate.