The next morning, Richie, Sarah, and Maria woke up early, the previous day's triumph still fresh in their minds. They had secured the artifact and ensured Fred's capture, but they knew their journey was not yet complete. There was still a sense of unfinished business, an undercurrent of tension that hinted at a final confrontation.
As they prepared to leave the town, Richie received a phone call from the authorities handling Fred's transport. "There's been a complication," the officer said, his voice tense. "Fred's convoy was ambushed. He has escaped."
Richie's heart sank. "How did this happen?" he demanded.
"We're not sure," the officer replied. "We're doing everything we can to recapture him, but we thought you should know. Be on your guard."
Richie relayed the news to Sarah and Maria, their expressions grim. "We can't let him get away," Sarah said, her voice filled with determination. "We need to find him before he can cause any more harm."
