Perched on a steel I-beam high above the warehouse floor, you watched. The cold seeped through your suit, a familiar discomfort. Below, a deal was going down. Men with guns, a truck full of something that wasn't legal.

A shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness across the warehouse, moving with a predator's grace that was achingly familiar, yet now carried a new, brutal weight. The red helmet was a splash of violence in the gloom.