Chapter 82: The Interrogation

The tension in the control room was suffocating. Pavlov stood cornered behind the control panel, his eyes darting between Ava and Lucas, trying to calculate his next move. His guards lay lifeless on the ground, and the sound of gunfire had faded, replaced by the steady hum of the control room’s machinery. Ava could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her. They had Pavlov trapped—one of Meridian’s most dangerous operatives was finally in their hands. But it wasn’t just about capturing him. They needed answers, and they needed them fast. “Pavlov, this is over,” Ava said coldly, her weapon trained on him as she moved closer. “You’re not walking out of here unless you tell us everything.” Pavlov sneered, his arrogance barely masked by the flicker of fear in his eyes. “You think you’ve won, don’t you?” he muttered, his voice filled with disdain. “You’re nothing but pawns in a much larger game.” Ava’s jaw tightened, and her patience was wearing thin. She had dealt with enough