We need to Move.

The explosion was deafening, shaking the very earth beneath them. As the flames licked the sky, Alexander and Mia ran with everything they had, the sound of crumbling metal and shattered glass echoing in their ears. They reached the edge of the compound, breathless and shaken, just as the final blast rang out, sending a shockwave of heat and debris in every direction.

Mia stumbled, but Alexander's arm shot out, steadying her. His voice was low but urgent. "We need to move, Mia. Now!"

They didn't look back. Together, they made their way to the extraction point where the team waited. Victor, along with the rest of the team, was already in position, their faces grim but resolute. The sight of the burning lab was a bittersweet victory—Marco's operation was destroyed, but at what cost?

As they climbed into the convoy and sped away, Mia leaned against Alexander, her mind racing with everything they had uncovered. The pieces of Marco's twisted plan were finally coming together, but the questions were far from answered. "What's next?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alexander's eyes were distant, his face a mask of determination. "Next, we rebuild. We gather the pieces of this broken world and make sure Marco's legacy is nothing but dust. But first, you need to rest."

Mia shook her head, her resolve hardening. "I can't. Not yet. There's more we need to do. I need to know everything. Every file, every experiment. I need to make sure this never happens again."

He turned to her then, his hand cupping her cheek. "Mia, you've been through hell. You've seen things no one should ever have to. You're strong, but even the strongest need time to heal. Please... let me help you carry this."

Mia's heart swelled at his words, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unfinished business gnawing at her. She was carrying their child, their future, and she couldn't allow Marco's shadow to hang over that. "I can't rest until I know the full extent of what he's done," she said softly. "But I'll do it with you, by my side."

Alexander nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Always."

The convoy sped through the darkened streets, the city lights flickering in the distance. In the back of the vehicle, Victor was already at work, his fingers flying over a tablet as he sifted through the data they had extracted. "We've only scratched the surface," he said, his voice tense. "There's more. Much more."

"Tell me what you know," Alexander urged, his tone firm.

Victor didn't hesitate. "Marco wasn't just a criminal mastermind. He had connections—people in high places. This 'Project Paragon'… it wasn't just about genetics or creating a new breed of soldiers. There are international players involved. Governments, corporations, black-market syndicates. This goes far beyond anything we imagined."

Mia's stomach twisted at the thought. "So it's not over," she murmured.

"No," Victor agreed, looking up from the screen. "This is just the beginning. But now we have the upper hand. We have the evidence. We know who's involved."

Alexander's jaw tightened. "We take them all down."

Mia met his gaze, determination flashing in her eyes. "And we make sure it never happens again."