Central region, Southville City.Vivian walked along the alleyway, her eyes crawling with layered suspicion.Her ragged outfit and long, dirty coat swayed in the air, as a biting wind pressed on her skin.She had mixed with the slum, as she began her investigation from here.Elena, on the other hand, took the adjacent street, and they would meet where the streets intersect, near a pub.She had received a call a few days back that a new agent had been sent to join them in their investigation.Hence, the three of them had to collaborate and exchange the information they had gathered so far, to see if they had missed any point, or a loophole in their data.'Is additional help really needed?' Vivian clicked her tongue, her shoulder brushing a man who reeked of alcohol.''Watch where you're going, wench.'' The man cursed, staggering over a few feet, before gulping another mouthful of alcohol from his crooked bottle.Vivian didn't pursue the matter, similar to how any lady in the slum would
Antonio brushed his long, thick beard, as his thick shade reflected the intense sunlight.He had a camera in one hand, and a tripod in the other, along with a small, black suitcase.From afar, one could guess his identity as a reporter, who would go anywhere just to get the juiciest news for his editorial team.He was currently at the border of Middle East and Farez, the only neighbouring country that allowed entry to Middle East.Because of the ongoing civil war, aircraft had been banned, following the shoot-on-sight order that the three major powers tacitly agreed on.To enter Middle East, Antonio could only follow a train, and that was after being scrutinized at different checkpoints.Feeling the thundering sound of the train as it roared to life, Antonio momentarily closed his eyes, treating himself to a brief moment of relaxation.As the journey continued, Antonio could feel the change in atmosphere, as everywhere felt melancholic, the tension in the air, high at its peak.Left,
The gate to the base opened as Antonio and his entourage drove in.The men here were all dressed in kurtas and turbans. Most had the tanned skin tones peculiar to Middle Easterns, and their big turbans and long moustaches were a scene to behold.With a slight nod, Antonio sent them a look of approval, as he dropped from the armoured tank, escorted by the five men who went to pick him.''Boss, would you like to rest now or proceed to hear the Intel we've gathered all this while?'' The tanned man closest to him, who stood at six feet and seven inches, asked.His husky voice, tinged with the local accent, resounded in the air, as the group walked forward towards the base entrance.''The latter,'' Antonio replied in a fluent accent that sounded just like the locals.As they advanced, the ruffians in the base shot a glance at Antonio, their eyes beaming with reverence.Soon, they reached a large iron door, towering up to three metres with a width of several metres. The door was bulletproof
''Is the tool ready?'' Antonio asked, his hands tapping the table in a gentle fashion.''Yes,'' Kateb answered, rising to his feet.Turning to the left, he walked to the extreme where a suitcase lay on a square glass table.Retrieving the black suitcase, Kateb got back to the round table, passing the item to his boss.Antonio received the suitcase and allowed the scan to read his fingerprint.Afterwards, Antonio input a passcode on the button of the suitcase and with a slight creak, the suitcase slid open, revealing the item inside.At first glance, one would mistake the item for the lifeless head of a person, but after careful observation, it wouldn't take a hard guess to understand what it is.A mask!Antonio grabbed the mask, feeling the human-like texture, and the intricate designs woven inside it.The mask served one purpose, and that was to replicate a particular face that was woven on it during its production.It stood as one of the latest technologies, but the materials neede
After the meeting with his men ended, Antonio retired to his room, taking a hot bath to ease off the stress.Wrapped in a white towel, revealing his shredded physique, Antonio worked the conditioner in his hands along his hair, as he shot a glance at himself in the mirror.Beep!His phone beeped and seeing the name that popped up on the screen, he patted his hands with a brown towel, retrieving his phone.''Sup Elvie,'' He muttered, sinking into the large white bed in the bedroom.''Baby… how's the sun treating you, should I come over?'' Elvie's flirting voice resounded from the phone.''Elvie what's the matter?': Antonio asked, ignoring her antics.''Hmph, you're so boring.'' She grumbled, smacking her lips.After a brief exchange of breaths, Elvie hummed before getting into a serious tone.''So far I haven't found anything important… however, something is interesting here,'' Elvie uttered.''Both the Maya retards and the grumpy bastards both received a similar document on the same d
Ten men clad in black, covert uniforms with masks made from the same fabric moved through the shadows.The captain who led the operation moved to the front line, communicating with the others through hand signals.Soon, they neared a big military camp riddled with a myriad of large tents that sheltered the military troops of King Khaled.''Officer 33, take your four o'clock,'' the captain ordered through the receiver in his hand.''Copy that,'' A feminine voice answered, moving in her assigned direction.The captain further gave a few commands, until only two men remained with him.''The Major General is in the farthest tent in our twelve o'clock, you all remember your roles?'' the captain murmured.From where the captain hid, he could see a couple of soldiers on patrol, each armed from head to toe.At strategic points in the woods, landmines were also hidden and missiles that could fire up to several miles stood at different corners of the camp.The first team only had one role, and
''What do you mean by you were unable to contact him?'' King Khaled threw the ceramic cup in his hand, making the brightly lit room echo with the sound of glass shattering.His woolly, brown hair that curled to his nape was in a mess together with the big eye bags that hung underneath his eyes.Huffing and puffing, he gritted his teeth as he kicked the table before him.''I want all of them dead.'' He screamed, blood rushing to his face.Owing to sleep deprivation, he had grown thinner, and even his youthful face was now a shadow of his last.His regal embroidery swept through the ground as he walked closer to Zein.''I need that damn caller, what do they all take me for? A joker, huh?''''Your majesty you need to calm down I believe they're on our side,'' Zein muttered, his eyes gazing upward from his bowing position.Antonio had instructed one of his men in the Arctic continent to call Zein, giving him the details of the covert operation issued by Omar.After the call, Zein had fall
Dropping his phone, Zein paced across his room, his fists clenched and his face twisted.The random calls were driving him crazy, and his useless IT experts weren't making things easy.Not even the guys in the national intelligence had been able to track the caller, as it kept linking to the wrong place.And now, the caller issued some subtle threats, which he couldn't share with King Khaled.Gritting his teeth, he let pit a long breath.'Drastic situations require drastic measures.'' He snickered.Grabbing his second phone, he dialled the contact he had been avoiding for a while now, seeing that he was left with no choice.Beep!Beep!Beep!''Why are you calling?'' The familiar, husky voice of Omar rang from the phone.Holding his breath, Zein forced a smile. ''I heard that your men were ambushed in their last operation.''''And?'' Omar replied in a curt tone."Don't you find it fishy, no one knew about this operation if I'm correct, no?'' Zein mumbled.Even he didn't know about it,