As the sound of Volkov's boat faded into the distance, Alyssa felt the weight of failure settle over her. She holstered her weapon, her mind already working through the next steps. Volkov had escaped, but she had seen something in his eyes something that told her this wasn't just about survival for him. He had a plan.
Moments later, Marcus and his team arrived at the dock, their faces tense as they took in the scene. Marcus approached her, concern etched into his expression.
"You alright?" he asked.
Alyssa nodded, though the frustration still simmered beneath the surface. "He got away. But he's not done. I could see it in his eyes. Whatever he's planning, it's big."
Marcus sighed, glancing out at the river. "We'll get him, Alyssa. We always do."
But Alyssa wasn't so sure this time.