Chapter 72 edited

[A/N:Next is Quantum of Solace,but if you need another small movie Baywatch 2022 is okay,I mean Roadblock could work as Lifeguard from time to time and Kage comes to meet him for a time out from missions. Or we could do Quantum of Solace.]

In the dimly lit safe house, Alexander and Lady Jaye found refuge, they were readying there wepons and putting on there gears. Suddenly, Lady Jaye's phone buzzed with urgency, an alert from Breaker demanding their attention.

With a quick glance at the message, Lady Jaye relayed the critical information to Alexander, her voice laced with concern, "We got info from Valenka. They're on a tramp steamer in the docks, and someone from the organization is attacking them."

Alexander's jaw clenched in determination as he nodded, fully aware of the gravity of the situation. Without hesitation, they sprung into action, swiftly making their way to the docks to confront the imminent threat head-on.

In the choppy waters of the harbor, ominous clouds looming overhead. The rusty tramp steamer creaks and groans as it rocks with the waves. Le Chiffre, flanked by his loyal henchmen, stands at the edge of the deck, his eyes scanning the horizon.

"Did you find him?" Le Chiffre's voice cuts through the tension, his gaze piercing Kratt, who stands nearby.

Kratt's jaw tightens as he shakes his head. "I have men stationed all over the city, we will find him," he reassures, his tone strained.

Le Chiffre's frustration boils over, his voice rising to a furious crescendo. "Then get more men! We need the money, or we are dead!" he barks, the urgency palpable in his words.

With a grim nod, Kratt pivots on his heel and strides off, leaving Le Chiffre seething with impatience. Valenka, her intuition tingling with foreboding, approaches him tentatively, her expression a mask of false concern.

"We will find him, won't we?" she asks softly, her voice laced with apprehension.

Le Chiffre's brow furrows deeper, his lips forming a tight line as he mutters under his breath, "We need the money, otherwise they will kill us all."

Valenka steps closer, her hand resting gently on his arm as she offers fake reassurance. "Sit down and calm down," she urges, her voice steady and soothing. "We know the man has not left the city. Kratt will find him."

Le Chiffre nods tersely, sinking into a weathered chair nearby, his mind racing with desperate schemes. Valenka lingers for a moment, casting one last worried glance over her shoulder before disappearing into the shadows of the ship's interior.

Valenka's heart pounds in her chest as she slips into a dimly lit room, her fingers flying over the keys of her phone with urgent precision. She crafts a terse message to Kage, her thoughts racing as she types. With a final, hurried press of the send button, she exhales a shaky breath, knowing that time is of the essence.

As the gunshots echoed outside and Kratt's panicked voice pierced the air," It's white, they are here."Valenka knew she had to act quickly to evade detection until Mr. Kage arrived. She didn't care about Le Chiffre, who was sitting inside waiting for news about Kage's capture, which she knew is not really a great plan.

With a sense of urgency, she darted to the side of the room and retrieved the shield device provided by Lady Jaye.

With practiced precision, Valenka activated the device with a single tap, causing a hexagonal-shaped sphere to materialize around her. The material appeared formidable, emitting a faint blue glow that hinted at its strength. With another tap, she engaged the camouflage feature, causing the sphere to blend seamlessly into its surroundings, rendering Valenka invisible to the naked eye.

As Mr. White and his men stormed into the room, their guns drawn and ready, Valenka remained hidden within the protective sphere, holding her breath to avoid making any noise. With relief flooding her senses, she watched silently as Mr. White and his men searched the area, oblivious to her presence.

Finally, as they moved on to the next room, Valenka released the breath she had been holding, grateful for the temporary sanctuary provided by the shield device. With patience and determination, she awaited the arrival of Mr. Kage, knowing that her safety now lay in his capable hands.

Kage and Lady Jaye, their senses honed to a razor's edge, stealthily approach the designated location. Each movement is calculated, their steps synchronized as they cover each other's backs.

Lady Jaye checking her side said,"It's clear,no one there."

Kage nodded, as both slowly made there way in. Kage could tell by his heightened senses that there bloody shootout here and only one person seems to have survived

As they round a corner, their eyes widen at the sight of Kratt and Le Chiffre's cronies strewn lifeless on the ground, victims of a brutal shootout. Undeterred, they press forward, their determination unwavering.

The eerie silence of the tramp steamer envelops them as they advance deeper.

Soon Kage arrived at room and saw Le Chiffre's dead body.

While Lady Jaye was assessing the situation as she covers the adjoining room. With a careful sweep,

Valenka, her hands trembling with adrenaline, swiftly deactivates the shielding upon catching sight of Kage and Lady Jaye. In an instant, she becomes visible to everyone in the room, her previously concealed presence laid bare.

Lady Jaye approaches, her calm demeanor a and with a gentle touch, Lady Jaye offers comfort to trembling Valenka.

Lady Jaye adopts a reassuring tone. "Did you see who killed them?" she asks, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

Valenka nods, her voice trembling slightly as she responds, "It was White. He was always the one who visited Le Chiffre for the duties of the organization."

Kage and Lady Jaye exchange a knowing glance, their suspicions confirmed. Valenka then produces a cellphone, her hands shaking as she passes it to Kage.

"This was Le Chiffre's," she explains hastily. "He contacted White on this phone. We usually destroy the cellphone upon... but I managed to save it."

Kage takes the cellphone, his fingers deftly navigating its functions. With a swift motion, he accesses the address book, his eyes narrowing as he confirms their suspicions: Mr. White's name stares back at him from the screen.