Chapter Eleven

He turned and left the room, his anger still simmering like an unquenchable fire.

But then, he turned back with a stern glare, his voice commanding and unwavering, "Dismissed! I demand results, and you have 48 hours to scour every nook and cranny of this city and deliver to me the lifeless likeness of Ryan, our elusive target."

The henchmen felt the heavy burden of their mistake. They knew they had a huge task ahead, and the reminder of their failure hung over them like a shadow they couldn't shake.

As the echo of Mr. Smith's receding footsteps diminished down the dim corridor, the henchmen exchanged uneasy glances, acutely aware of the gravity of their situation.

Their leader, a portrait of unyielding determination etched upon his face, took the helm. "We understand the path that lies ahead. It's time to regroup and put the revised plan into action. There's no room for mistakes this time."

In unison, heads nodded a silent but resolute pledge to uphold the weighty responsibility that