He breaks into a shuttered pharmacy. No monologue—just methodical action. He stitches his wound with dental floss and a curved needle from a veterinary kit. His hands are steady, but his eyes betray a quiet fury. He wasn’t betrayed by emotion or error. He was betrayed by luck. And luck, he knows, has a price.

The president drops the phone. It shatters.

From the shadows, a figure steps forward. It’s Kowalski —a brutal ex-Stasi operative who trained the Jackal a decade ago. The mentor. The only man the Jackal ever feared.

Claire: “After this, I find you. No matter where you go.”