Back at their makeshift headquarters, a small rented apartment that served as their base of operations, Sam and Angel regrouped, their thoughts consumed by the failed encounter with Bruce.
"We can't trust anyone," Angel murmured, her voice tinged with frustration.
Sam nodded grimly. "We'll have to be more cautious moving forward. Bruce won't make it easy for us," he replied, his jaw set with determination.
Days turned into nights as Sam and Angel continued their search, their resolve unyielding despite the setbacks. They explored every lead, followed every faint trail of information, but Anna remained elusive, a specter haunting their thoughts, driving them to the brink of desperation.
Meanwhile, Bruce continued to move with calculated precision, seemingly unfazed by their efforts to uncover his secrets. He frequented the same places, interacted with the same faces, his nonchalant demeanor a facade that concealed a deeper, darker agenda.
