The Federal Police Headquarters loomed large, a bastion of order in a world teetering on the edge of chaos. Inside its walls, Inspector Carter awaited Marcus, unaware that the strings controlling their destinies were manipulated by unseen hands.
Marcus, burdened by the weight of past misdeeds and desperate to extinguish the Doherty legacy, walked briskly into the headquarters. The air buzzed with tension as he exchanged words with Inspector Carter, who listened intently to the Minister's urgent directives.
"Reynolds, Carter, we need to tighten the noose around Tega," Marcus commanded, his voice laden with an urgency that belied the cosmic forces converging upon them.
Meanwhile, Vincent, tucked away in his underground chamber, was making discreet calls to Razor and Knuckles. His voice, a low murmur in the dimly lit space, orchestrated the movement of underworld figures like pieces on a chessboard.
