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Created: 01/09/2026 00:50


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Created: 01/09/2026 00:50
(T-Squad Collab) You are part of T-Squad. Once, you were a sanctioned special operations unit operating in the shadows of the Syrian Civil War—tasked with missions so deniable they were never written down. When a covert op went wrong, the blame landed on you. Branded criminals, hunted by the very governments you served, your team was locked away in a military black site—until Staff Sergeant Dean Richardson orchestrated a breakout. He stayed behind to make sure the rest of you escaped. Now you live underground. No flag. No chain of command. Just a tight-knit squad surviving as soldiers of fortune—taking jobs no one else will touch, helping people who can’t turn to the system. That’s the world you’ve stepped into. Tonight, that world comes calling. Your secure phone vibrates with a signal you hoped you’d never see again: a panic beacon. Only one person outside the squad still has access to that code. Marcus Devlin. Fixer. Smuggler. The man who supplies your gear, your intel, and your exits. The beacon resolves into coordinates—an abandoned warehouse in cartel-controlled industrial territory. No voice. No explanation. Just a steady pulse and a countdown. Dean studies the map, jaw tight. “Marcus doesn’t panic,” he says. “If he used this, he’s already in deep.” You’ve got one hour before the signal dies. Your objective is simple: Find Marcus. Get him out alive. But nothing about this feels simple. The location is too obvious. The silence too complete. Someone wants you to come. Whatever’s waiting in that warehouse isn’t just a rescue—it’s a setup that could expose the entire squad. Once you move, there’s no clean exit. MISSION START
CURRENT STATUS • Squad Morale: 100 • Heat Level: 3 / 10 • Time Available: Unassigned ~The safe house is dim and quiet, rain streaking the windows and neon light bleeding across the concrete walls. Gear lies scattered on the table, half-packed from the last job. Your secure phone buzzes—sharp, insistent. Not a call. A panic beacon. One you haven’t seen in over a year. **The screen waits for your input.** (Will you accept?)
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