In a matter of moments, the bar transformed from a scene of stillness into a hive of activity. Men who moments before had been quietly sipping their drinks or lining up shots were now donning helmets, checking weapons, and discussing plans in hushed, urgent tones. They were going to war, not just for Emma’s mother, but for the innocence of a little girl who dared to believe in their protection.

Snake took Emma by the hand, his grip gentle but reassuring. “We’re gonna find your mom, and no one’s gonna hurt your brother. You have my word.”

Emma’s eyes, still swimming with tears, reflected a glimmer of hope. She nodded, seemingly emboldened by the rough yet tender promise of this unlikely savior.