Game over.
“She knows.”
Behind me, my men move into position without a word, the final steps carried out with the same precision as everything else tonight. The water churns below us now, alive with motion, the predators fully arrived, their presence undeniable. Marco straightens as much as his restraints allow, squaring his shoulders, clinging to the last scraps of dignity he has left, and I almost respect him for that, even as I know it changes nothing.
“This is where it ends,” I say, my voice calm, final.