The realization hit Alyssa like a freight train. Volkov had lured them here, feeding them false intel to draw them into the open. They were surrounded, and Volkov was in complete control.
"You've been a thorn in my side for far too long, Alyssa," Volkov continued, his voice dripping with amusement. "But all games must come to an end."
Alyssa's mind raced as she assessed the situation. They were outnumbered, outgunned, and Volkov held the upper hand. But she wasn't about to let him win.
Without hesitation, she raised her gun and fired at the nearest guard, the sound of the shot echoing through the warehouse. All hell broke loose.