Francesca's mind raced as she sat in the car, her thoughts consumed by Jaegar and the enigma he presented. There was something undeniably intriguing about his composure and resilience in the face of danger. He didn't react as she expected, and that unpredictability fascinated her.
She watched the unconscious bodies of Miran and Sander being loaded into the car, her expression contemplative. They had underestimated Jaegar's power, and it had cost them dearly. The young man had proven himself to be a formidable adversary.
As the car pulled away from the darkened alley, Francesca knew that she needed a plan to deal with Jaegar. Her initial approach had failed to sway him, and she couldn't underestimate him any longer.
The Bureau needed to gain his cooperation, but it wouldn't be easy.
Meanwhile, Jaegar strolled away from the alley, his annoyance simmering beneath his calm exterior.
