The Final Gambit

Marcus stood frozen, his eyes locked on Emily's gun. The weight of betrayal pressed down on him, but he couldn't afford to falter.

"Why, Emily?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Her eyes softened for a moment — but just a moment. "Because the truth you're chasing… it's a lie. And I can't let you expose it."

The Ghost's voice crackled through the speakers. "She's right, Marcus. But this isn't about truth anymore. It's about survival."

Emily fired.

Marcus dove behind a console, the bullet sparking off metal. "You don't have to do this!"

"Yes, I do," she said, advancing slowly.

He needed a plan. Fast.

"What did they promise you?" he demanded, moving toward the shadows.

"A future," she said. "One where I'm not just another pawn."

"And you believe them?" Marcus's voice was sharp.

"I have to." Her voice cracked.

He saw his opening.

In a flash, he was on her, knocking the gun aside. They struggled, the fight brutal and desperate. Emily was fast — but Marcus was fueled by rage and heartbreak.

The gun skittered away.

"It's not too late," he said, pinning her wrist.

"It is," she whispered.

The room shook. Explosions rippled through the facility.

"The self-destruct," Emily said, eyes wide.

"We need to get out," Marcus said.

"Not without the Ghost," she replied.

"He's using you!" Marcus snapped. "Don't you see that?"

But she was already running.

Marcus followed.

They reached the command center. The Ghost stood waiting.

"You never could resist the chase," the Ghost said.

"It ends here," Marcus growled.

"Oh, it does," the Ghost agreed — and pressed a button.

The floor dropped.

Marcus hit the ground hard, pain exploding through his body.

Above, Emily screamed.

"Marcus!"

But the doors sealed shut.

He was alone.

The clock was ticking.

And the final gambit had begun.