Heading inside
The police surrounded the house swiftly, their movements precise and coordinated. Ethan and Robert watched from the car, their breaths shallow as adrenaline coursed through their veins. The officers moved like shadows, weapons drawn and voices low, ready for anything. Then, with a loud crash, the front door was rammed open. The noise echoed through the still night, followed by the sounds of shouting from within. Ethan gripped the steering wheel tightly, unable to look away.
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