Geneva. 7:00 A.M.The sky was still dark, the first traces of dawn struggling to break through the heavy clouds. The city was quiet, but Voss could feel the storm coming. He’d known it was inevitable. The delicate balance he had begun to restore after confronting his past had already been disrupted. Forces larger than him were moving, and they would stop at nothing to tear down everything he had fought to rebuild.Malik stood next to him, her expression grim. The air between them was thick with the weight of unspoken words. She understood the stakes, but even she couldn’t predict what lay ahead.Voss checked his gear, his weapons, his communication devices, all set and ready for what was to come. But this time, it wasn’t about facing his own demons. It was about facing the world that had been shaped by those demons.“We’re not alone in this,” Malik said, her voice steady but laced with concern. “You know that, right?”Voss didn’t answer immediately, his eyes scanning the cityscape bey

Geneva. 4:00 P.M.The explosion had torn through the heart of the city, a violent reminder that their time was running out. The air was thick with smoke, and the distant wail of sirens echoed through the streets. Voss’s ears still rang from the blast as he stumbled to his feet, his hand gripping the side of the car to steady himself. Malik was already on her feet, pulling him up.“Voss, we need to move, now!” Malik shouted, her voice urgent.Voss looked around, his mind racing. The streets were already filling with chaos, people fleeing, gunfire in the distance. The explosion had done its job; it had drawn attention, but it had also put them directly in the crosshairs.“Where’s Rehn?” Voss asked, scanning the chaos for their ally.Malik’s eyes flickered to the corner of the alleyway. “He’s got the extraction point covered. We need to get there before they trap us.”Voss nodded, his jaw set in determination. They weren’t going to get caught. Not now. Not when they were so close.Cut to

Geneva. 8:00 P.M.The night had fallen over the city, casting long shadows over the streets below. The smoke from the earlier explosions still lingered in the air, and the once-bustling city now felt like a ghost town. But Voss knew better than to think for even a second that they were safe.The safe house, a former warehouse tucked away in the industrial district, had become their temporary refuge. But even as they rested, Voss’s mind never stopped racing. They were trapped. Surrounded. And the ticking clock reminded him that their time was running out. The Commandant wouldn’t give up until they were dead. And Markov’s betrayal had fractured their already fragile alliance.Voss turned to Malik and Rehn, both of whom were prepping their gear for what was sure to be their final mission. The weight of the moment was heavy in the air, and Voss could feel the tension between them.“You’re sure you’re good to go?” Voss asked, his voice low but steady.Rehn looked up from the bandages he ha

Geneva. 3:00 A.M.The air was thick with tension as the team navigated their escape route. The storm that had raged outside earlier had calmed, but inside Voss’s mind, the chaos was just beginning to settle.They had taken down the Commandant. They had disabled the facility, crushed his network. It should’ve been a victory. But something gnawed at Voss. Something deeper than the immediate rush of adrenaline.The truth was, they hadn’t just won a battle, they had reshaped the future. And that kind of power always had consequences.The streets were eerily quiet as they moved through the shadows. The storm had driven everyone indoors, giving them the cover they needed to make their exit. But Voss couldn’t escape the feeling that this was the calm before the storm.Malik led the way, her sharp eyes scanning every corner. Rehn stayed close behind her, his gun still at the ready despite the clear lack of immediate danger. They had made it this far, but they knew that no victory was ever wit

Paris. The Safe House.The room was silent. The weight of what they were about to undertake was palpable, and yet, for the first time in days, Voss felt something close to determination—his mind sharp, focused. The veil of uncertainty had lifted, revealing a dangerous path forward.Malik paced by the window, her thoughts clearly racing. Rehn stood by the door, always watchful, the tension in his posture never fading.Voss’s voice broke the silence. "We need to know who’s really behind this. We need to find the people who will stop at nothing to restore the balance of power.""But how?" Malik asked, turning to him. "We’ve tried digging. Everything’s a dead end. These people are ghosts. They’re invisible. And the deeper we go, the more dangerous it gets."Voss leaned forward, his gaze intense. "We don’t just dig. We go where they are. We find their leverage, their weaknesses. The system is built on lies. If we expose enough of them, the whole thing will come crumbling down."Rehn's eyes