Third Person POV
Hunter and Sam handled Steve with a practiced indifference, their movements swift and efficient as they shoved the struggling man into the back of a nondescript car parked just off the side of the road. Steve thrashed against their iron grip, but it was futile. These two had dealt with worse and weren’t about to let a low-level schemer like him slow them down. With one last heave, they forced him into the backseat, the door slamming shut with a finality that sent a jolt through Steve’s already frayed nerves.
He had been so sure of himself. He’d had everything planned to the finest detail, every step calculated. And yet, in the span of give minutes, it had all unraveled. Now, the taste of failure was sharp on his tongue, and the bitter reality of defeat settled over him l
