Chapter 157: The Web Tightens

Across the world, the operation was underway. Teams had been dispatched to each of the major cities, each one equipped with the latest in surveillance and communication technology. Alyssa and Eleanor had taken point in London, where they believed the most prominent players might converge.

The city was bustling with activity as the two of them moved through the crowded streets, blending in with the steady flow of people. Alyssa's earpiece crackled as Marcus's voice came through.

"We've got eyes on a few suspicious contacts in Moscow, but nothing definitive yet. How's it looking on your end?"

Alyssa scanned the street, her eyes locking onto a black sedan that had been parked for too long. "We're picking up some chatter, but it's mostly low-level operatives. Nothing big yet."

"Stay sharp," Marcus said. "We'll keep monitoring the channels."

Eleanor glanced at Alyssa. "What's the play here? If they're gathering, they'll have people on the lookout for us."

Alyssa nodded. "We keep our heads low and let them come to us. If they're regrouping, they won't be able to resist pulling in as many of their operatives as possible. That'll give us a chance to strike."

Hours passed as they moved from one location to another, quietly monitoring communications and watching for any sign of the meeting. The tension grew with each passing minute, but Alyssa kept her focus sharp. She could feel it something big was about to happen.

Suddenly, a voice crackled in her ear. It was one of the operatives stationed at a high-rise overlooking the Thames. "We've got movement. A convoy of black SUVs just pulled up near the dockyards. Looks like our guys."

Alyssa and Eleanor exchanged a glance. "That's our cue," Alyssa said.

They made their way toward the dockyards, weaving through the narrow alleyways until the convoy came into view. Sure enough, a group of well-dressed individuals was gathered near the water, speaking in hushed tones. At the center of the group stood a man Alyssa recognized immediately.

"Volkov," she whispered, her heart racing.

Eleanor's eyes widened. "He survived?"

Alyssa's mind reeled. They had been so sure Volkov was dead, taken out in the Siberian explosion. Yet here he was, very much alive and seemingly at the heart of the new operation.

"This changes everything," Eleanor muttered.

Alyssa's voice was cold. "Not everything. We still take him down."

Volkov turned slightly, as if sensing their presence. His eyes scanned the area, and for a brief moment, Alyssa thought he had spotted them. But then he returned his attention to the group, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"We need to move," Alyssa said quietly. "We can't let him slip away again."

The final confrontation with Volkov was within their grasp. This time, there would be no escape.