Matthew Powell walked steadily into the center of the chaotic hallway, his gaze fixed on The Scorpion. He moved with a calm assurance that silenced the room.
"Stand down," he commanded, his voice low but carrying an undeniable weight that resonated in the chest.
The female assassins, who had formed a protective, desperate wall around their leader, were stunned. They turned to look at the intruder, confusion and suspicion etched on their faces.
"Who are you?"
"Where did you come from? Get lost! This is a kill zone!"
"Ignore him! Protect Sister Sasha! Don't let him distract you!"
They tightened their formation, three layers deep, knives and needles at the ready, refusing to retreat even an inch.
Mia shoved the sisters aside, her face pale with panic. "Forget about me! Protect him! Pro
