I raised my hands, my eyes locked on Isabella's gun. "Isabella, don't do this," I pleaded.
But she just laughed, her eyes cold and hard. "You think you've won, Sophia? You think you've brought down the syndicate? You're just a fool."
Alexander and the agents tried to intervene, but Isabella was too quick. She fired a shot, and I felt a searing pain in my arm.
I fell to the ground, my vision blurring. But I refused to give up. I knew I had to stop Isabella, no matter what.
With a surge of adrenaline, I pulled out my own gun and aimed it at Isabella. "Drop your weapon," I shouted.
Isabella sneered, but I could see the fear in her eyes. She knew she was beaten.
Suddenly, she dropped her gun and ran out of the office, leaving me lying on the ground, wounded but triumphant.
The agents rushed to my side, helping me up and tending to my wound. Alexander looked at me with pride and admiration.
"You did it, Sophia," he said. "You brought down the syndicate."
I nodded, feeling a sense of closure and satisfaction. I had finally avenged my father's death and brought justice to the syndicate's victims.
As I walked out of the office, I knew that my journey was far from over. I would continue to fight for justice, no matter the cost.
And I knew that I would always carry the scars of my past with me, but I was ready to face whatever came next.
THE END.
