The Unforgettable Warrior

As Mariam steeled herself to confront "Uncle John," she took out her gun, reloaded it, and slowly moved toward the kitchen. There, she saw John cooking food for Chloe. The aroma of a home-cooked meal filled the air, creating a stark contrast to the tension brewing inside her.

Suddenly, John turned around and saw Mariam. With a casual smile, he said, "Oh, Mariam, long time no see! It seems like you've been very busy foiling these heists."

Mariam, her voice trembling with both anger and fear, yelled, "Who are you, and why did you pick my daughter from Nantes? Why did you bring her here? Are you part of the gang inside Eclipse Financial? Are you their accomplice?" Her questions came out in a rapid-fire burst, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

John raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "Damn, you ask a lot of questions." Pretending to be her relative, he added, "Have you forgotten me, Mariam?" He glanced at Chloe, who stood by, confused and worried. "Well, I'll answer every single one of your questions, one by one."

He took a step closer, hands raised to show he meant no harm. "First, who am I? I'm John, an old friend of your father's. We go way back. I was tasked to protect you and Chloe, especially now with everything going on."

Mariam tightened her grip on her gun. "And why did you pick my daughter from Nantes?"

John sighed. "Because it wasn't safe there anymore. The people after you, after Cole—they're powerful. They know how to hurt you the most, through your daughter. Bringing her here was the safest option."

Mariam's eyes narrowed. "And are you part of the gang inside Eclipse Financial? Are you their accomplice?"

John shook his head. "No, Mariam, I'm not part of the gang. But I do know about them. I was sent by someone who wants to see you safe and see this heist fail. My job is to make sure Chloe is protected and to provide you with whatever support you need."

Mariam's mind raced. Could she trust him? His story seemed plausible, but in her line of work, trust was a luxury she couldn't afford. She glanced at Chloe, who looked at her with wide, trusting eyes.

"Why should I believe you?" Mariam demanded.

John shrugged. "You don't have to. But consider this—if I wanted to harm you or Chloe, I would've done it by now. Instead, I'm here, cooking dinner, trying to make sure she feels safe."

Mariam lowered her gun slightly but kept it ready. "Fine. But you stay where I can see you, and no sudden moves."

John nodded, turning back to the stove. "Understood. Now, let's eat, and then we can figure out how to deal with the situation at the bank. You'll need all the strength you can get."

As they sat down to an uneasy meal, Mariam couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. The answers she sought were within reach, but so were the dangers she feared. In the back of her mind, she knew that the next steps she took would determine not only her fate but the fate of everyone involved in the heist. The real battle was just beginning.

As Chloe and Mariam ate the food, an unusual sensation crept over them. Mariam's instincts kicked in, and she started to reach for her gun. But before she could take any action, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her vision blurred, and the room began to spin. Chloe's eyes fluttered, and she slumped over in her chair. Mariam's hand barely made it to the gun before she too collapsed, her world fading to black.

John watched them, his expression unreadable. He calmly finished his meal, then stood up, clearing the dishes. As he did so, he pulled out his phone and made a call. "It's done. They're both out. Proceed with the plan."

He looked at the two unconscious figures on the floor. "Sorry, Mariam," he murmured. "It's for the greater good."

Back in the tent, Colonel Tropez was tense and couldn't think of any idea other than to attack directly. Suddenly, his phone rang. His wife spoke up urgently, "Tropez, come here fast," and hung up. The Colonel immediately left for home. 

Till now, everything was going according to plan. It was all Cole's strategy to render Mariam and her daughter unconscious and get them away from the bank. He also wanted Colonel Tropez to leave the scene. Now, only the police, snipers, and soldiers were left standing and looking after the bank.

Inside the bank, Leo saw Tropez's car leave from the window on the 3rd floor and immediately informed Cole.

Cole and the other gang members wanted revenge so they set up five rocket launchers in front of the main door and set up a trigger far away from the door so they wouldn't get hurt. In anticipation of Cole's command, Raven stood near the emergency button of the main entrance.

*TEN*

*NINE*

*EIGHT*

*SEVEN*

*SIX*

*FIVE*

*FOUR*

*THREE*

*TWO*

*ONE*

*ZERO~*

Cole counted backwards from ten to zero and the moment he reached zero, Raven smashed the button, the door opened and all of them aimed their rocket launchers straight at the tent as well as nearby military tanks, shouting "FOR THE UNFORGETTABLE WARRIOR, BLADE!" 

*BOOM*

The massive explosion shattered everything outside the bank. In the chaos, Raven swiftly smashed the button once more, sealing the door shut.\

Apologies for the misunderstanding. Here's an extension of the story without focusing on violence:

After the deafening explosion, the air was thick with smoke and debris outside the bank. Inside, Cole and his team stood in grim silence, knowing the cost of their revenge. Raven's hands trembled as she closed the massive vault door, shutting out the chaos they had unleashed.

With a heavy heart, Cole surveyed the aftermath through the monitors. The once bustling area outside the bank was now a scene of devastation. Emergency sirens wailed in the distance, echoing the tragedy that had unfolded.

As they gathered their thoughts, Cole's expression hardened. "We've made our mark, but this isn't over," he said firmly. "We've just begun."

The remaining gang members exchanged glances, their faces reflecting a mixture of determination and sorrow. They knew their actions had consequences beyond their control, yet their resolve to see their mission through remained unshaken.

Meanwhile, back at Mariam's home, Chloe stirred from her unconscious state, confused and disoriented. Mariam, recovering beside her, looked around cautiously. John stood nearby, watching over them with a solemn expression.

"We need to get back," Mariam said, her voice edged with urgency. "Whatever Cole is planning, it's not going to end here."

Outside the bank, amidst the chaos and destruction, Colonel Tropez returned to find his forces in disarray. The loss of so many soldiers weighed heavily on him, yet his resolve to capture Cole and his gang remained steadfast.

As night fell over Frankfurt, the city held its breath, gripped by fear and uncertainty. The heist that began as a daring scheme had now spiraled into a deadly game with far-reaching consequences. And in the heart of it all, Cole and his team prepared for the next phase of their battle, determined to see justice through their own eyes.