Killian stood, panting heavily, scanning the dock where armed men lay sprawled out, lifeless on the cold concrete. His body bore scratches and streaks of blood, yet his eyes stayed sharp, surveying the scene for any lingering threats.
Behind him, Anna crouched, still trembling after the brutal fight that had just unfolded. Killian moved closer, placing a steady hand on her shoulder.
"Come on, we gotta move now," he urged, his tone firm but calm.
Guiding Anna toward the submarine poised for departure, their progress was halted by the echo of approaching footsteps on the staircase. Killian raised his gun, ready for whoever dared appear.
From the shadows, a woman emerged. Anna sucked in a sharp breath, recognizing her instantly. It was the scientist—her companion in the lab—no longer mask
