The tension was palpable as Moris stood on the rooftop of a towering building, the early morning light cutting through the haze of the city. The cold wind bit at his skin, but it didn't faze him. His mind was focused on one thing: Isabel.
The clock was ticking, and if he didn't move quickly, he'd lose her.
Ronan stood beside him, checking the tactical gear one last time. "You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice betraying the slightest edge of uncertainty.
Moris didn't answer immediately. His eyes were fixed on the distant horizon, but his mind was back in the video that had haunted him since yesterday—Victor's cruel smile, his chilling voice.
"I'm sure," Moris said finally. "Victor has made his mistake, Ronan. Now it's our turn to make him regret it."
A Tangled Web
The plan had been set in motion hours ago, and now all they had to do was execute it flawlessly. There were no second chances.
Moris had already mobilized his team—elite mercenaries, hackers, and operatives who owed their loyalty to him. And Ronan, who, despite his former betrayal, had proven himself useful.
"Let's move," Moris ordered, his voice cold and deliberate.
They boarded the black SUV, and the streets of the city blurred as they sped toward their target—Victor's stronghold. The compound was well-hidden in the outskirts of the city, surrounded by high walls and security measures designed to keep unwanted visitors out. But Moris wasn't just anybody.
Victor's reign of terror was about to be undone, brick by brick.
The Heart of the Beast
As the vehicle rolled to a stop at the edge of the compound, Moris could already see the outline of the building in the distance—a fortress built to intimidate. But Moris was never intimidated. He had spent years building his empire on his own terms, and he didn't fear anyone.
The team moved with practiced precision. They split into groups, surrounding the compound, taking out security cameras, disabling alarms, and neutralizing guards with silent efficiency.
Moris's heart pounded in his chest as he moved through the compound, his eyes scanning the area, watching for any sign of trouble. He could feel it in his bones—Victor was here.
A Cold Betrayal
Moris paused outside a heavily reinforced door, signaling for Ronan to take the lead. The mercenaries were already positioned around the perimeter, ready to breach the room. But just as Ronan reached for the handle, the door swung open.
Standing before them was Victor Mendez, his smug expression as cold as ever.
"You think you can take me down, Moris?" Victor's voice was low, full of derision. "You should've stayed in your lane. You're just a kid playing with fire."
Moris took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Victor's. "And you're a king who's about to lose his throne."
Victor's smirk deepened. "You've already lost. This is over, Sinclair."
Suddenly, the sound of sirens cut through the air. Moris's heart dropped. Victor had prepared for this.
Before he could react, Victor gestured to the side. The shadows moved, and a dozen armed men emerged from the darkness, guns trained on Moris's team.
A Desperate Gamble
The situation had turned in an instant. Moris could feel the walls closing in on him, the trap Victor had laid coming to life around him.
But Moris didn't panic. He had always known that his greatest strength was his ability to think on his feet.
He signaled to Ronan, who nodded in understanding.
"Take them down," Moris ordered.
The room erupted into chaos as gunfire rang out, filling the air with the acrid scent of smoke. But amidst the madness, Moris spotted Isabel—she was standing in the far corner of the room, tied to a chair, bruised but alive.
The sight of her drove Moris forward, his instincts kicking into overdrive.
Victor was still standing there, watching the mayhem unfold. Moris surged forward, his speed and precision cutting through the chaos. He reached Isabel in seconds, slashing through her restraints with a blade that had appeared from nowhere.
"Are you alright?" he whispered, his voice tense.
Isabel nodded, her face pale but determined. "I'm fine. We need to leave."
The Escape
With Isabel in tow, Moris and his team made their way out of the compound, dodging gunfire and taking down anyone who stood in their way. The sound of sirens grew louder, and the air was thick with tension as they reached the exit.
But just as they were about to make their escape, Victor appeared in the doorway.
"You think you can run, Sinclair?" Victor's voice was cold, full of malice. "This isn't over. You can't outrun me."
Moris turned, locking eyes with Victor. "This is just the beginning."
And with that, Moris led Isabel out into the night, leaving Victor Mendez behind—for now.