A buzz of static. “Jay, are we cool?”
Alpha drops on zip wires, upside down, and come through the window in a hail of bullets and glass. The tango drops in less than ten seconds. “Listen,” says Ramirez, “me and Liz, that’s not like -”
“We’re not talking about this,” says Jay.
Ramirez blows the door and Jay takes point. A flashbang goes off. “I don’t want this to be a thing.”
“It’s not. Alright? Leave it.”
Some fucker goes crazy on full auto. They hunker behind a chipped wall.
“Are we cool, though?”
Jay sighs. “We’re cool, bro.”