(How Xavier got shot)

Dami's POV

Just as it seemed like we were gaining the upper hand, a black SUV came crashing through the underbrush, CIA agents pouring out to reinforce us. "Get down!" one of them yelled, as they took cover behind the vehicle. The agents laid down a heavy barrage, pinning down the attackers. I took advantage of the distraction to pull Xavier and Desmond to safety.

As we emerged from the trees, I saw Victor, his eyes blazing with hatred, before he fell to the ground, defeated. The CIA agents moved in, securing the area. Our backup had arrived just in time. Xavier turned to me, his eyes wide with gratitude. "Thanks, Dami. I owe you one."

I smiled, clapping him on the back. "No need to thank me, Xavier. That's what friends are for." Just as we thought the situation was under control, a lone shot rang out. I watched in horror as Xavier crumpled to the ground, a bullet hole in his leg. "No!" I yelled, rushing to his side.

The CIA agents sprang into action, unleashing a hail of mass gunfire on the guy that shot Xavier. The sound was deafening, the smell of smoke and blood filling the air. When the dust settled, I saw that the agents had taken out everyone except Victor. He lay on the ground, a mixture of fear and hatred in his eyes.

Xavier groaned, clutching his leg. I ripped off my jacket, using it to stem the bleeding. "Hold on, Xavier!" I shouted, as the agents closed in on Victor. One of them kicked Victor's gun away, pinning him to the ground. "It's over," the agent growled. Victor's eyes locked onto Xavier, a snarl twisting his face. "You'll never stop her," he spat. "Cassandra will always win."

I felt a chill run down my spine. What did Victor mean? Was Cassandra still out there, pulling the strings?

(Desmond's POV)

I rushed to the car, Xavier's limp body in my arms. I gently laid him down on the backseat, where one of the agents quickly began applying first aid. "Keep pressure on the wound!" the agent instructed, as I nodded and stepped back.

My eyes locked onto Victor, who was still kneeling on the ground, surrounded by agents. I walked backwards towards him, my heart racing with anger. "You're a hard man to kill, Victor," I said, my voice low and even. Victor looked up at me, a sneer on his face. "You'll never stop Cassandra," he repeated, his voice dripping with malice.

I stopped in front of him, my eyes boring into his. "Tell me, Victor. What's Cassandra's plan?" Victor just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You'll find out soon enough," he spat. I felt a surge of anger, but I kept my cool. I knew I had to get information out of him.

"Tell me, Victor," I said, my voice dripping with menace. "Or so help me, I'll make sure you suffer." I pulled out my phone and started recording a video. Victor's eyes widened as I pointed the camera at him. "Tell me, Victor," I said, my voice firm. "What's Cassandra's plan?"

Victor spat at my feet. "I'll never tell you." I sighed, then raised my gun and shot Victor's leg twice. He screamed in agony, clutching his leg.

"You have one chance to tell me the truth," I said, my voice cold. "Or I'll make sure you never walk again." Victor's eyes filled with tears, but he remained defiant. "I'll never betray Cassandra," he snarled. I raised my gun again, ready to shoot. But then, Victor's expression changed. He looked up at me with a mixture of fear and hatred. "Fine," he spat. "Cassandra's planning to unleash a deadly virus on the city. She's been working with a rogue scientist to create a pandemic."

I felt a chill run down my spine. This was worse than I had thought. "When?" I demanded. "Where? "Victor hesitated, then spoke. "In a month time. At the city's central square."

I nodded, then turned off the camera. I had what I needed. Immediately I asked my men to send victor into the guard room and ensure he was well tied up so he wouldn't escape.. This was the only means of trapping down Cassandra although we all knew it will not last for long.