The morning light filtered through the grimy windows of Allison's office, casting long shadows across the worn-out carpet. She sat at her desk, a steaming cup of coffee beside her, staring at the notes and photographs spread out before her. The image of Victor Strange's cold, calculating eyes seemed to bore into her from the grainy photo.

Lucas entered, a stack of papers in his arms. "Got the latest on Morrison's tech company. It's a gold mine."

Allison looked up, her eyes reflecting the fatigue of a sleepless night. "Anything that could help us find him?"

Lucas dropped the papers on the desk. "Maybe. The company's been developing all sorts of experimental tech. Some of it's... well, it's not from around here."

Allison's brow furrowed. "You think they've been using tech from the Shade?"

"It's a possibility," Lucas admitted. "There are schematics here that look like they could only have come from another dimension."

The thought sent a chill down Allison's spine. If Victor and his organization had access to Shade technology, the stakes were higher than she'd realized.

"We need to find Morrison before they do," she said, her voice firm. "He's the key to all of this."

As they delved into the documents, Allison couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. She glanced around the office, her psychic senses on high alert, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

"Allison, look at this," Lucas said, holding up a blueprint. "It's a map of the city, but with some... modifications."

The map showed London's familiar landmarks, but overlaid on top were symbols and lines that formed a complex web. It was a map of the Shade's influence, marking the points where the two realms intersected.

"This is how they've been moving around undetected," Allison realized. "Using the Shade's pathways to bypass our world."

Her mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle. Victor's organization had been operating right under their noses, using the Shade's power to their advantage.

"We need to find a way to track them," she said, her eyes scanning the map. "To predict their next move."

But as she spoke, a sudden wave of psychic energy washed over her, a tidal wave of emotion and sensation that left her gasping for breath. It was Morrison again, his voice a desperate whisper in her mind.

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"Allison, you have to get out of there. They're coming for you."

She looked up, her eyes wide. "Lucas, we have to go. Now!"

They barely made it out of the office before the door burst open and a group of armed men stormed in. Victor's men, here for them.

Allison and Lucas raced down the street, the sounds of pursuit echoing behind them. They ducked into an alley, their breaths ragged.

"We can't keep running," Lucas panted. "We need to turn the tables."

Allison nodded, her mind already working on a plan. "We use the map. We set a trap, lure them into a place of our choosing."

"But where?" Lucas asked.

Allison's eyes met his, determination shining in their depths. "The heart of the Shade's influence. Where the pathways converge."

It was a risky move, but it was their best shot. They had to strike at the source of Victor's power, cut off the head of the snake.

As they made their way through the city, Allison could feel the Shade's presence growing stronger. The pathways were like veins, pulsing with energy that flowed through the city's streets.

They arrived at the chosen location, an abandoned underground station that marked the center of the Shade's web. It was a place of power, but also of danger.

They set their trap, using a combination of Morrison's tech and Lucas's ingenuity to create a network of sensors and alarms. It was a delicate balance, a dance on the edge of a razor.

As they waited, Allison could feel the psychic energy building, the whispers of the Shade growing louder. She closed her eyes, focusing her mind, trying to sense the approach of Victor's men.

And then, she felt it: a disturbance in the psychic energy, a ripple that signaled the arrival of their prey.

"They're here," she whispered, her hand tightening around a small device Lucas had given her.

The underground station erupted into chaos as Victor's men stormed in, their weapons at the ready. But Allison and Lucas were prepared. They activated the trap, a surge of energy coursing through the network of sensors.

The station shook as the energy discharged, the air crackling with electricity. The attackers were thrown off balance, their weapons malfunctioning.

In the midst of the chaos, Allison caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the edge of the platform, watching the scene unfold with a cold, calculating gaze. It was Victor.

Their eyes met across the站台 (platform), a silent standoff between predator and prey. But before either could make a move, there was a sudden flash of light, and Victor was gone, disappeared into the shadows of the Shade.

Allison let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. They had survived the encounter, but the battle was far from over.

As they made their way out of the station, the city around them seemed to return to normal, the echoes of the Shade's influence fading into the background. But for Allison, the experience had left a mark, a reminder of the power and the danger that lurked just beneath the surface of her world.

"We need to find Morrison," she said, her voice resolute. "And we need to do it before Victor does."

Lucas nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "We're in this together, Allison. We'll find him."

As they walked away from the station, the city's lights casting long shadows on the pavement, Allison couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, that the Shade's eyes were upon them. But for now, they were safe.