Victor's mind raced as he began piecing together his next steps. He needed to disappear, to become a ghost. He had contacts in the underworld, people who owed him favors, people who thrived in the shadows. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he thought of the weapons cache he had hidden in an old safehouse just a few towns away.
His first priority was to reach the safehouse, regroup, and rebuild. The explosion might have destroyed his ship and his immediate plans, but Victor was nothing if not adaptable. He thrived in chaos, and now, he intended to turn it to his advantage.
As he moved deeper into the forest, the wind howled around him, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Victor pulled the hood tighter over his face, his mind already crafting the intricate web of deceit and vengeance he would unleash.
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