The car blared with deafening music, vibrating with bass as Max cruised through the streets, chewing gum lazily, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. His carefree swagger was unmistakable—but something about the way he was dressed, the focused edge in his eyes, gave it away: today, he wasn’t just out killing time. He was out on a mission.
Back at OMEGA TASKFORCE headquarters, Grayson stood tall and motionless in front of the glass wall of his office, eyes locked on the city outside—sharp, focused, unreadable.
Nico stepped in silently and came to a stop just behind him.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbT82CoxYD
“Sir, you called for me,” he said.
Grayson didn’t turn. His voice was calm, but precise.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUGOJeQbho9
“You did good work. For that… well done.”
Nico gave a small bow, pride lighting up his face.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbIvSyOeEu8
“Thank you, sir. I feel honored—out of so many on the support team, it means a lot that you continue to trust me.”
Grayson gave a slow, thoughtful nod.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYNHpFc48K8
“Our enemy… whoever he is… he’s already inside. His men have infiltrated the agency. They’re passing every move we make straight to him.”
He paused for a beat, then continued, voice colder now.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2zeQGwPmWX
“We don’t know his name. No ID. No face. From today, we call him Ghost.”
Finally, he turned to face Nico, a faint smirk touching his lips as he spoke the name. Nico nodded in firm agreement.
Grayson’s eyes narrowed slightly.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0LUKdFqf16
“If Ghost is half as smart as I believe… he’ll go straight for my weaknesses.”
He stared Nico down.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqpCiCO2cR6
“You know what my biggest weakness is, don’t you?”
Without missing a beat, Nico replied, “Max, sir.”
Grayson’s gaze sharpened with approval.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk1Lklv4lTq
“Secure Max. Quietly. I don’t want him finding out—no panic, no paranoia. I won’t let him feel unsafe because of me, and I will not let him get hurt.”
He stepped forward slightly, voice hardening.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9xOrWRMd8I
“I want his protection so discreet, even the angels guarding him won’t know we’re there.”
Nico nodded, absorbing the weight of every word.
“This case…” Grayson continued, voice low and heavy, “…it’s more tangled than we thought. One wrong move, and everything falls apart.”
He walked slowly back to his desk.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv5TF2GIOrj
“My house—monitor the security system round the clock. The second anything looks off, I want to know. And I want a full report on Max’s day. Every night. No exceptions.”
“Yes sir,” Nico replied without hesitation. “I’ll start monitoring your house right away. And Max will have top-level agents watching over him—handpicked. I’ll personally stay involved. You have my word.”
Grayson exhaled, a rare flicker of relief passing through him.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWRf8K3NYqT
“Thank you, Nico. Now go. Get to work.”
Nico gave a sharp nod, turned on his heel, and disappeared through the door—leaving behind a room filled with silence, purpose, and the weight of something dangerous brewing just beneath the surface.
Despite the early hour, the under-construction building buzzed with activity. Workers were scattered across every floor, busy with tools and scaffolding, a stark contrast to the silence that had blanketed the site the previous night.
On the ground floor, a man stood by a concrete column, whispering urgently into his phone.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM7phGhEsoN
“Boss says the attack will begin in half an hour. No screw-ups. If anything goes wrong, it won’t just be you—he’ll take me down too.”7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaZhgIxk8Bc
Just as he was about to respond to something on the other end, his eyes caught sight of a familiar car pulling up. His expression shifted instantly. Ending the call, he quickly plastered on a surprised and welcoming smile.
“Well, sir! You here—without any prior notice?”
The man stepping out of the car spat out his chewing gum and grinned.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnppmFihgsX
“What’s wrong, Mr. Edward? Do I need your permission to visit my own building now?”
Edward laughed nervously. “No no, of course not, sir, it’s not like that.”
The man chuckled. “Relax, I was just messing with you.”
Edward sighed in relief.
“Come on then,” the man added in a lighter tone, “give me a little tour. Show me how the construction’s coming along.”
Eager to please, Edward nodded and began walking alongside him, pointing out details, explaining progress, and gesturing to the various areas of the structure.
After hearing the whole report, the man turned to him and said,7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsKsJBV32Sn
“I want this hotel to outshine the other three. This has to be the crown jewel. You’ve done impressive work before—now prove it again.”
Edward smiled confidently.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0catiHLUQh
“Sir, you’ll get more than what you expect. Just trust me.”
The man extended a hand with a smile. Edward immediately shook it, sealing the unspoken deal with a firm, friendly gesture.
Across the street, two agents sat atop a small rooftop, their high-powered binoculars trained on the scene. One zoomed in on Max, watching him laugh and pat the man’s shoulder.
“Should I start snapping pictures of the subject?” one agent asked.
“Yeah,” the other replied. “Get every angle. Who he’s meeting, what he’s saying—capture everything.”
They both focused again. Down below, Max was getting back into his car. The agents began packing up to follow him when a sudden shift caught their attention. The man Max had been speaking with was now quickly climbing into a car with five or six other men, their urgency palpable.
“Something’s not right,” one whispered.
Both of them watched intently as two cars pulled out of the construction site. One of the agents began recording video, making sure to capture license plates and faces.
Then, without wasting another second, they packed their gear and followed Max.
Max turned his car smoothly onto the road toward a well-known restaurant, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he tapped Greyson’s number into his phone. Sliding in his EarPods, he leaned back casually in his seat as the call rang.
Across the city, Greyson was just getting into his car outside the agency building when his phone lit up with Max’s name. A faint smile curved his lips as he answered.
“Well, look who finally remembered me. I was this close to showing up at your place just to check if you were still alive.”
He waited, but no response came. His smile faded slightly.
“Hello? Max? You there? Everything okay?”
Then came Max’s voice—strained, shaky, like someone trying a little too hard.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8bfC5ZyKum
“G…Grey…Greyson… I’m not feeling well, brother… T-There’s a lot of pain. I need you… please, just come… now…”
Greyson straightened immediately, all traces of humor vanishing from his face.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKXRUKpKSyd
“Where are you? Tell me right now—I’m on my way.”
Max quietly passed him the name of a restaurant and added, “I’m sitting in the parking lot… inside my car.”
The moment the call ended, Greyson ordered the driver out and slid into the seat himself. Slamming the door, he started the engine and drove off, cutting through lanes with precision and urgency.
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Greyson’s mansion buzzed with its usual rhythm—staff moved briskly about their chores, while those off-duty rested in their quarters. Upstairs, Lena sat peacefully on her bed, lost in a book. She wore a soft brown frock, her hazel eyes fixed on the lines, and her honey-brown hair spilled freely down her back. The house felt calm… untouched by the danger inching closer.
At the rear of the property, a convoy of vehicles rolled in quietly. Armed men stepped out—some gripping sleek weapons, others unloading advanced equipment designed to breach security systems. While a tech team hunched over laptops in the back seat of a car, fingers flying over keys to override the estate’s defenses, the rest stood in position—waiting, weapons loaded, faces covered in black masks.
One of them, clearly in command, stood watching the code sequences scroll rapidly across the screen. He checked his watch impatiently.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ52wqIu7dVZ
“How long will it take?”7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhBrkqmqSlg
Without lifting his eyes, the hacker muttered, “The firewall’s tougher than expected—seems it’s linked directly to the agency’s mainframe. I’m doing my best to bypass it without triggering alerts. It'll take a few more minutes.”
The leader ran a hand over his head, took a breath, then stepped aside and raised a silent command. His men moved into a clean, practiced formation. Standing before them, he spoke with calm authority.
“Once we're in—no harm to the household staff. Scare them, restrain them if they resist, but no casualties. If you get into a firefight with the guards—fine. But remember: we want the girl alive, and untouched.”
A series of nods followed. The air tensed. Just as he turned back toward the car, the hacker called out from the back seat,7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlOPyz5jFxi
“Five more minutes. Then the system drops.”
The leader grinned.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡriqSfFeI3D
“Good. Everyone get ready—we breach in nine.”
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Across the city, Max parked his car in the restaurant lot and leaned back. A faint smile touched his lips.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ670o6GSnbr
Still a while before Greyson gets here… might as well grab a bite.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡliHNqopGiZ
He locked the car and strolled toward the entrance, calm and completely at ease.
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Back in the car at the mansion, the hacking team worked fast. Lines of code flooded the screen. One typed furiously while another monitored the progress.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEMvRPCcd2o
The clock was ticking.
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