A surge of relief rushed through Nolan. The poachers scrambled, some bolting toward their snowmobiles. But the officers were skilled in Arctic maneuvers. They fanned out, cutting off escape routes. Within moments, a tense standoff erupted, the officers barking orders through megaphones.
Shots rang out, not bullets but warning flares. Blinding streaks ignited the dark sky, forcing the poachers to shield their eyes. With unwavering resolve, the officers advanced, tackling armed men and snapping zip ties around wrists. Their practiced coordination was apparent.