Just Pain and Silence

Rain pelted Morrison's face, icy droplets stinging her skin. 

Grayson emerged from the lead SUV, the headlights behind him casting his sharp features in stark relief. The storm didn't touch him; his pristine navy suit looked untouched by the downpour; his gloved hands tucked neatly behind his back. But the darkness in his eyes was unmistakable, a cold calculation that felt more dangerous than the men tightening their grip on her arms.

"Agent Morrison," he began, voice quiet, deliberate. "Such a disappointment. I gave you a chance—a position, power. And yet, here you are. Kneeling like the traitor you've proven to be."

Her voice, raw but steady, cut through the rain. "I'm the disappointment? You're the one who built an empire on fear and suffering. It's over, Grayson. Federal units will be here any second."