I began my search by shadowing Coleman's daughter—the Wolf.
Keeping up with her wasn't easy. From the moment she rolled out of bed to her first stop at a coffee shop, then on to the office, through long stretches of the city where she questioned people who clearly feared her, and finally to an abandoned building that felt less like a ruin and more like a hunting ground—every move was calculated. I did what I could, followed where I could, because this was the last thread that might lead me to shutting the case down for good.
Tina Cole Williams was many things—driven, relentless, dangerous. A woman constantly in motion. Busy didn't begin to describe her. But the deeper I dug, the harder it became to trust her. Not after I learned who was really behind everything.
That doubt nearly came too late.
But someone else was watching her every move and it dawned on me a hat she is a target like everyone else.
She stepped out of the abandoned building like she owned the shadows, unaware they were already closing in. I watched from a safe distance as the trap revealed itself—too clean, too quiet. One wrong move, one breath too slow, and she was done. I followed until she got into her apartment and shut the door still keeping my distance before the wolf picks up my scent. After few minutes of waiting two men walked into the building it was hard to tell they were trailing her, and after few minutes sounds of gunshots rocked the evening silence, making my heart skip a bit, is she dead? I can't believe it.
Just then I saw her forcing herself downstairs holding her gun, I breath out a sigh of relief before following her to the uptown part of the city where she stopped at a house looking shallow and flushed like a serial killer's home.
Then Carver appeared.
Another legend from the service.
She opened the door and ushered Tina in.
I pulled out my phone, as much as I thought about letting Serena out of this case it was just impossible to pull it off without a significant help.
" Waller?" Her voice asked loudly across the phone.
" Yeah, there's something off about what I just found out, and I think Tina Cole Williams might be in trouble." I said with a soft voice.
" Indeed, didn't think you will blow up the bar though." She said.
" How did you know that?"
" Because I specifically told you not to do anything stupid." _____" Where are you?" She asked
" Stalking Coleman's daughter and you?"
" Aiding Sarah as planned." She replied.
I was about asking how Sarah was doing when gunshot claimed the night and eating out my words with the house having clattering sounds.
" What the hell is that?"
" My phone will be on, you can track my whereabouts." I said as I ended the call.
Rushing to the house only to see four dead bodies spread across the room, but I couldn't find Tina which means she's alive, I had a sigh of relief.
The relief didn't last.
The room smelled like cordite and blood, the kind of smell that sticks to the back of your throat and refuses to leave. Four bodies, scattered like discarded pieces on a chessboard. No sign of Tina. That meant she was alive—taken, rescued, or already moving again. Either way, she wasn't here.
I turned to leave.
That's when I really looked at the last body.
Not just a body. Carver's killer.
The man's face stared back at me, eyes glassy, jaw slack in death—and my stomach dropped. My pulse slowed, then spiked so hard I felt dizzy.
Malik.
The same Malik we'd buried in reports and lies. The same Malik we'd sworn was out of the game. Serena's former partner. The man who vanished after the Riga job and was officially declared burned and weeks ago resurfaced trying to kill me and Ben after succeeding in killing David.
My body went cold.
"So you're alive…" I muttered, kneeling beside him.
Two shots to the chest. One to the head. Clean. Professional. Carver hadn't hesitated.
That meant only one thing.
Malik hadn't been working alone.
Footsteps echoed outside.
I froze, killed the lights on instinct, and pressed myself against the wall just as shadows crossed the doorway. Low voices. Armed. Searching.
I slipped out through the back, vaulting a broken window and rolling into the yard as another gunshot ripped through the house. They were covering tracks now—burning the scene, erasing evidence.
Too late.
I already had what I needed.
I pulled my phone back out, Serena's call still open, the line breathing quietly on the other end.
"Malik's alive," I said under my breath as I ran. "Or he was. He's dead now. Carver killed him."
Silence.
Then Serena exhaled slowly. Too slowly.
"…That's not possible," she said. "If Malik was involved, then this isn't about Tina anymore."
I cut through an alley, sirens rising in the distance.
"No," I replied. "It never was. Tina's just the bait."
"Waller," Serena said, tension cracking her voice, "if Malik resurfaced, then the people pulling the strings are the same ones who tried to erase us."
I stopped running.
That realization hit harder than any bullet.
This wasn't a case.
It was a cleanup.
And we were supposed to be dead already.
I needed to find Tina by all means we need to work together and stop all this before other innocent people gets killed.
I stopped abruptly looking at the blood trail on the ground and followed quietly to an empty house a mile from Carver's.
They won't follow her here.
I walked into the house with a cautious feeling looking around until I saw her sitting alone at the far end.
" Meet me here Serena." I said finally and ended the call.
PRESENT DAY
Waller stood beside Tina—the same woman who once felt like a moving threat, a shadow with teeth. Now, they were aligned. Uneasy, sharpened by shared scars, but aligned all the same. The city breathed below them, unaware that Eclipse—the thing behind the blood, the disappearances, the lies—was finally within reach.
"We end it tonight," Tina said, eyes fixed on the skyline. "No ghosts. No loose ends."
Waller nodded. He believed it. Or maybe he needed to.
The call came in clean. Too clean.
Serena's voice slid through the speaker like it always did—steady, familiar, reassuring.
"I have their route. Fifteen minutes. Don't miss it."
Waller felt it then. A pressure behind the eyes. A memory misaligned.
"Send it," he said anyway.
The coordinates hit his phone. Tina leaned in, reading them once, then twice. Her jaw tightened—not with fear, but recognition.
"That's not an escape route," she said. "That's a kill box."
Waller's blood cooled.
The skyline flickered—lights cutting out in sequence, a deliberate blink. Drones hummed somewhere above them. The air changed. Heavy. Loaded.
"Serena," Waller said into the phone, slow and careful, "how long have you been with them?"
Silence.
Then a sigh. Not regret. Relief.
"Since before Malik," Serena replied. "Since before you came back from hiding."
The words landed like shrapnel.
"They needed someone close," she continued. "Someone you'd trust. Someone who could steer you without pushing."
Tina stepped forward, weapon raised toward the shadows where snipers would already be settling in.
"You used us," Tina said.
"I saved you," Serena corrected. "Every move you made was approved. Every survival was allowed. Eclipse doesn't destroy useful pieces."
Waller closed his eyes for half a second—long enough to see every moment he'd leaned on Serena, every time she'd warned him just enough to keep him alive.
"You weren't helping me," he said. "You were managing me."
"Yes," Serena said softly. "And now I'm ending this phase."
The first shot cracked the night.
Waller moved on instinct, dragging Tina down as concrete exploded where her head had been. Smoke, alarms, rotors—chaos by design.
He looked at Tina, breath ragged, clarity finally brutal and complete.
"Eclipse didn't win," he said. "They exposed themselves."
Tina's smile was thin. Dangerous.
"Good," she replied. "Because now we hunt the real wolf."
Above them, the city burned with light again—every window watching, every shadow alive.
And somewhere in the dark, Serena listened, already calculating how many of them would survive what came next.
Waller stood beside Tina—the woman who once terrified him, the woman he now trusted with his life—as the rain thinned into a cold mist. The warehouse loomed ahead, a concrete scar against the skyline. Somewhere inside, the Eclipse was breathing.
"Once we go in," Tina said quietly, checking the slide of her pistol, "there's no pulling back."
Waller nodded, but his mind wasn't on the doors or the guards or the plan. It was on Serena.
The phone in his pocket vibrated.
He froze.
Tina noticed instantly. "That her?"
Waller didn't answer. He pulled the phone out slowly, staring at Serena's name glowing on the screen like a warning flare. He answered.
"Waller," Serena said. Her voice was steady. Too steady. "You're close. I can feel it."
A chill ran down his spine. "Feel what?" he asked, forcing calm.
"The end," she replied. "Or the beginning. Depends on where you're standing."
The line went dead.
Before Waller could speak, the warehouse lights snapped on all at once. Floodlights. Blinding. Armed silhouettes appeared along the upper walkways, rifles trained downward.
And then she stepped out of the shadows.
Serena.
She wore black—clean, precise, tactical. No hesitation in her eyes. No guilt.
Tina swore under her breath. "You've got to be kidding me."
Waller took a step forward, ignoring the guns. "Serena… what is this?"
Serena looked at him the way a surgeon looks at a patient—regretful, but resolved. "This is the part you weren't supposed to see."
A figure emerged beside her, tall and indistinct, face hidden beneath a silver-marked hood. The Eclipse's crest glinted on his chest.
"She's been invaluable," the man said calmly. "Years of access. Years of trust."
Waller's breath hitched. "You fed them information," he said, his voice cracking. "Every dead end. Every ambush. That was you."
Serena didn't deny it. "I was protecting you."
Tina turned sharply. "By helping them burn cities?"
Serena's eyes hardened. "You don't understand what the Eclipse really is. They're not chaos—they're correction. The world is rotting, Tina. They're cutting it out."
Waller shook his head slowly. "That's what you tell yourself so you can sleep."
"For a long time," Serena said softly, "I didn't sleep at all."
The hooded man raised a hand, and the guns lowered—just enough to make the threat clearer. "Waller Greene," he said, "you were never meant to destroy us. You were meant to join us. Serena made sure you survived long enough to choose."
Tina leaned closer to Waller, whispering, "Say the word, and I'll start shooting."
Waller kept his eyes on Serena. "If this is choice," he said, "then look at me and tell me you believe in this more than you believe in us."
For the first time, Serena hesitated.
Just for a second.
And in that second, Waller knew the truth was far worse than betrayal.
She wasn't pretending anymore.
She really believed.
The Eclipse alarms began to sound—deep, echoing pulses—and the hooded man smiled.
"Decide quickly," he said. "Because once the Eclipse rises fully… there are no sides left. Only survivors."
The doors behind Waller and Tina slammed shut.
And Serena turned away from him, walking back into the light.