In the aftermath of the fierce battle that had erupted on the streets, Tega and Vincent stood side by side, surveying the chaos that lay before them. The sound of sirens wailed in the distance, mingling with the shouts and cries of the wounded. Smoke billowed from the charred remains of vehicles and buildings, casting a pall over the scene.
Despite their victory over Ajuri's forces, Tega couldn't shake the sense of unease that gnawed at him. He knew that their triumph was tenuous at best, with the criminal underworld being as volatile and unpredictable as ever. As they moved through the rubble-strewn streets, Tega's mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead.
Vincent, ever the loyal ally, remained by his side, his steely gaze scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble. He knew that their enemies would not rest until they had been vanquished completely, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure their safety.
