The harsh fluorescent light of the Oakhaven Springs kitchen hummed like an angry hornet, cutting through the heavy pre-dawn silence.

Heavy footsteps thundered down the concrete stairs, accompanied by the authoritative shouts of federal marshals wearing tactical gear—real federal marshals, led by the internal affairs director who had been secretly investigating Miller for months. “Federal Agents! Drop your weapons and step away from the suspect!” the lead commander roared, his rifle laser sights painting the walls. Miller’s expression collapsed into absolute defeat as handcuffs were slapped tightly onto his wrists, dragging him away into the damp shadows of the tunnel. Agent Miller’s conspiracy unraveled in real time as digital forensics teams secured the subterranean relay, locking down every backdoor, shell corporation, and corrupted official tied to the Janus syndicate across three states. Grace collapsed against a stack of wooden crates, her strength finally giving way as the adrenaline drained from her system, while Katherine stood tall beside her, watching the dark underground finally fill with the blinding light of true justice.