l[Scene opens with an isolated location—rain drizzling on a secluded cabin in the woods.]Sophie Reed: (Looking at an old photo of Marcus) "If only you were still here, Marcus... Things would have been different."Her voice cracks as she pours another glass of wine. The sound of raindrops against the window fills the silence.Harris: (Entering the room quietly) "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"Sophie: (Wipes away a tear quickly, feigning strength) "No. I’ve moved on."Harris:(Chuckles sarcastically) "Moved on? You’ve been living like a ghost, Sophie. It’s been five years."Sophie:"Five years since I ruined everything, you mean."Harris:"You didn’t ruin anything. You just made choices. We both did."Sophie:(Bitterly) "Choices that led to his death."She swirls the wine in her glass, eyes distant.Harris:"He died a hero, Sophie. The world remembers him that way. You can't keep torturing yourself."Sophie: "And what if I told you... I don’t think he’s dead?"Harris freezes,

Marcus led his team through the labyrinth of corridors, his senses heightened as he relied on Fidelity’s hacking skills to disable the intricate security systems. Hendricks, ever vigilant, moved silently behind, his sharpshooting skills eliminating any threats from afar. Maximo's expertise in on-ground intelligence was crucial, helping them navigate the base’s treacherous interior pressure sensitive floors, laser tripwires, and hidden traps designed to catch intruders off guard.“Fidelity, can you get us through that next door?” Marcus whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft hum of the base’s internal machinery.Fidelity's fingers flew over her portable hacking device, her brow furrowed with concentration. "Give me a second... there. Done. Security’s down."The door hissed open, revealing a dimly lit corridor ahead. Marcus signaled his team forward. They moved silently, their footsteps barely making a sound on the cold metallic floor. The tension was palpable, the air thick

The roar of the bioweapon's activation filled the chamber, vibrating through every surface. The blinding light emanating from its core began to spread, illuminating the room in a suffocating, eerie glow. Marcus felt his heart pounding against his chest as the realization sank in — they had mere seconds before it would annihilate everything in its path.“Marcus!” Fidelity’s voice pierced the chaos, her face pale with terror. “We need to get out, now!”Marcus’s mind raced. The doors were sealed, and there was no visible exit. He glanced at the glowing bioweapon, then back at his team. They were trapped. But Marcus wasn’t one to surrender, not without a fight.“There’s always a way out,” Marcus growled under his breath. He turned to Hendricks. “Give me a sit-rep on the door. Can we blast through it?”Hendricks shook his head, already assessing the situation. “Not with what we’ve got. Those doors are reinforced with military-grade steel. Even a full charge would barely scratch it.”Maximo

Fidelity’s fingers danced across her tablet, her focus unshakable despite the chaos around her. The explosions from the ceiling above rattled the base, sending debris falling like rain. But she remained focused—until Marcus’s hand grazed her shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle amidst the chaos.“Fidelity, how long?” Marcus's voice was calm but urgent.Her heart pounded, not just from the stress of the situation, but from the weight of his touch. She looked up, their eyes meeting for a brief second. For that fleeting moment, the gunfire, the explosions, the danger—all of it faded. She could see the concern etched in his dark eyes, not just for the mission, but for her.“I’m almost there,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.“Almost isn’t good enough,” Marcus said, leaning closer. “We need this now.”She could feel his breath on her skin, his presence overwhelming in the tight space. She forced herself to look back at her tablet, pushing away the distractions, but the tension

Marcus crouched on the edge of a rooftop, his eyes scanning the streets below. Fidelity’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “Are you sure this is the right move?”“I don’t think they’ll expect me,” Marcus replied, his voice low. “They think I’m dead. Let’s keep it that way.”“The rumors are getting stronger,” she warned. “Some people are starting to connect the dots. You can’t keep this secret forever.”Marcus clenched his jaw. “I’ll deal with it when the time comes.”From the shadows below, he spotted a group of armed men emerging from a side alley. They wore dark clothes, but the insignia on their jackets gave them away. Trask’s syndicate. “They’re moving the shipment,” Marcus muttered, his eyes narrowing.“Backup’s still a few blocks away,” Fidelity said, typing frantically in the background. “You’re on your own for now.”Marcus smirked. “I prefer it that way.”Without another word, he vaulted off the rooftop, landing silently on the street. His movements were fluid, almost inhumanl