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The next thirty minutes became a frantic hunt. Daniels had rigged the building with motion sensors, old-school tripwires connected to flashbangs, and fake dummy officers to confuse them. He wasn't trying to kill them — not yet. He wanted them to sweat . To remember.

The officers escaped the warehouse through a sewer grate. Bloodied, silent. They returned to the station at 2 AM. Harper was at his desk, coffee in hand, asking why they looked like hell.

"Welcome to your crime scene, Sarge."

The call dropped. The location pinged to an abandoned garment factory near the docks.

Now, with Harper on duty back at Mission Row, Daniels gave the officers a choice: bring Harper down by the end of the shift, or Daniels would release the full story — recordings, photos, financial records — to every news outlet in Los Santos. police station fivem free

The factory was pitch black. Graffiti on every wall. The air smelled of rust and sea salt. Dispatch pinged the phone again — still inside. They cleared the ground floor, then the offices. Nothing.

Under the photo, written in marker: "He didn't die. You framed him. Payback starts tonight." The next thirty minutes became a frantic hunt

Miller popped the lock with a crowbar. Inside: a cracked police radio, a bloody uniform shirt with the name "ROOK" stitched on it, and a photograph. The photo showed three officers at a promotion party — smiling, drinks in hand. One of them was Lieutenant Harper, their shift commander. One was Sergeant Miller himself. And the third? Officer Daniels. Dead. Killed in a shootout six months ago.