The ChronoSphere hummed quietly in the background as Elara, Lucian, Amelia, and Ethan gathered in the lab, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of various screens and devices. They had returned from their initial missions with valuable information and a renewed sense of purpose. Now, it was time to put their plan into action.

"Alright," Lucian began, pointing to a holographic map that displayed various timelines and key points of interest. "We've identified several locations where Jasper's followers are likely to be operating. We need to hit them hard and fast, disrupt their operations before they can do any more damage."

Elara nodded, her eyes scanning the map. "What about the Titanic? We need to make sure Jasper doesn't get the chance to interfere with its sinking."

"Agreed," Ethan said, his tone serious. "We need to divide our efforts. Elara and I will focus on the Titanic operation, while Lucian and Amelia take down Jasper's followers."

Amelia adjusted her glasses, her fingers dancing over a keyboard. "I've made the modifications to our equipment. We should have an edge, but we'll need to be careful. Jasper's followers are skilled and resourceful."

Lucian's expression was grim. "We've faced worse. We can handle this."

Elara took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. The stakes were higher than ever, and the pressure weighed heavily on her shoulders. But she knew they had to succeed.

They divided into their respective teams, each preparing for their mission. As Elara and Ethan stepped into the ChronoSphere, ready to travel to 1912, Elara felt a pang of anxiety. The Titanic operation was crucial, and failure was not an option.

The journey through the timestream was brief, and they soon found themselves standing on the deck of the RMS Titanic. The ship was bustling with passengers, oblivious to the impending disaster.

"Stick to the plan," Ethan said, his voice low. "We need to locate Jasper's agents and neutralize them before they can interfere."

Elara nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd. They moved through the ship, blending in with the passengers, their eyes and ears alert for any sign of trouble.

As they made their way to the lower decks, Elara spotted a man in a dark coat, his movements suspicious. She nudged Ethan, nodding towards the man.

"That's one of them," she whispered.

Ethan nodded, his expression tense. "Let's go."

They followed the man, careful to keep their distance. He led them to a small, dimly lit room where several other men and women were gathered, their faces serious.

Elara and Ethan exchanged a glance, then moved in. "Stop right there," Ethan said, his voice commanding.

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The room fell silent as the agents turned to face them. One of them, a tall man with a scar across his cheek, stepped forward, a sneer on his lips. "Well, well, look who we have here. Lucian's little lapdogs."

Elara's eyes narrowed. "We're here to stop you. Whatever Jasper has planned, it ends now."

The man laughed, his eyes cold. "You think you can stop us? You're outnumbered and outmatched."

Ethan stepped forward, his stance firm. "We'll see about that."

The room erupted into chaos as a fight broke out. Elara moved quickly, using her agility to dodge attacks and strike back. Ethan fought with precision, his movements calculated and deadly.

Despite their skills, the agents were relentless. Elara found herself backed into a corner, her heart racing as she fought off an attacker. Just as she was about to be overwhelmed, Ethan appeared, taking down the assailant with a swift blow.

"Thanks," Elara panted, her eyes scanning the room for any remaining threats.

Ethan nodded, his expression serious. "We need to finish this."

Together, they fought their way through the agents, neutralizing each one with skill and determination. Finally, the room fell silent, the last agent lying unconscious at their feet.

Elara took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "We did it."

Ethan nodded, his expression tense. "But this is just the beginning. We need to make sure the Titanic sinks as it should."

They made their way to the ship's control room, where they found the crew preparing for the iceberg collision. Elara felt a pang of guilt as she watched them, knowing the disaster that awaited.

"We need to ensure they don't interfere," Ethan said, his voice low. "Stay vigilant."

They kept watch as the ship continued its fateful journey, ensuring that no one tampered with the events that were meant to unfold. As the iceberg loomed in the distance, Elara felt a knot tighten in her stomach.

"Here we go," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the approaching iceberg.

The collision was inevitable, and the ship shuddered as it struck the iceberg, the sound of tearing metal filling the air. Panic erupted among the passengers, and Elara felt a wave of sorrow wash over her.

"We have to go," Ethan said, his voice urgent. "Our job here is done."

Elara nodded, following him back to the ChronoSphere. As they prepared to leave, she couldn't help but glance back at the sinking ship, her heart heavy with the weight of what they had witnessed.

The journey back to the lab was silent, each of them lost in their thoughts. When they arrived, they found Lucian and Amelia waiting, their expressions tense.

"How did it go?" Lucian asked.

"We stopped the agents and ensured the Titanic sank as it should," Ethan replied. "But it's not over. Jasper's still out there, and he's not going to stop."

Lucian nodded, his eyes dark. "We know. Amelia and I took down several of his followers, but there's more. He's planning something big."

Elara felt a chill run down her spine. "What is it?"

Amelia sighed. "We don't know yet. But whatever it is, we need to be ready."

As they discussed their next steps, Elara couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung over them. The battle was far from over, and Jasper was still out there, plotting his next move.

And as they prepared for the fight ahead, they knew that the stakes had never been higher. The fate of the timeline—and their very existence—hung in the balance.