The next morning, Peter walked into the SIN headquarters. The towering building was filled with the latest technology, security personnel, and high-ranking agents moving with purpose.
Wearing the black tactical uniform, Peter adjusted his sleeves and looked down at his vest. His name was stitched onto it.
He frowned. Without hesitation, he ripped off the patch, leaving his vest nameless.
Aitnys, who had been watching, smirked slightly. "Still the same old Peter, huh?"
Peter glanced at her. "I'm here to do the job, not to be part of the system."
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the city, Optimus and Odlan were hanging around the underground racing area. Odlan was sitting on the hood of a car, typing away on Peter's hacked laptop.
Optimus leaned in. "What are you doing?"
Odlan smirked. "Tracking Peter's location. Gotta make sure he doesn't get too comfortable in that damn building."
At the National Court Building, reporters and protesters filled the area, demanding justice. However, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense when an official stepped forward and announced that Minister Valdro's trial had been canceled.
The room erupted into chaos. Journalists immediately bombarded the prosecutor with questions:
"Why was the trial canceled?"
"Was there pressure from the government?"
"Does this have anything to do with the leaked data?"
The prosecutor kept his head down, avoiding the questions, while the demonstrators began shouting:
"THIS IS GOVERNMENT CORRUPTION!"
"TEERCES HAS OPENED OUR EYES, DON'T PROTECT THE CRIMINALS!"
Meanwhile, inside a private office in the courthouse, Minister Valdro smirked as he leaned back in his chair. "As expected, they wouldn't dare touch me."
Just then, his phone vibrated. A message from an anonymous sender appeared on the screen:
> "Don't be too confident, Valdro. I'm still here. And I'll make sure you fall even deeper."
– Teerces
Valdro's eyes widened. His grip on the phone tightened.
"That bastard still won't give up!"
In an old garage near the racing area, Optimus burst into laughter while Odlan leaned back on the couch, satisfied with his little stunt.
"You should've seen his face, bro!" Optimus said, wiping away tears from laughing too hard. "Bet he almost pissed his pants!"
Odlan smirked, spinning Peter's laptop on the table. "That guy thinks he's safe just because his trial got canceled? Please. We still have all the evidence."
Peter, who had just walked in with his backpack, raised an eyebrow. "What did you two do this time?"
Optimus threw an arm around Peter's shoulder, still chuckling. "Well, since you've been busy playing agent at SIN, we thought Valdro needed some entertainment. So, Odlan sent him a little threat... using your name."
Peter sighed but couldn't hide a small smirk. "You guys trying to get yourselves killed?"
Odlan stretched his arms. "Eh, if we do, at least we'll go out in style."
But their laughter abruptly stopped when Peter's phone vibrated.
Unknown Number:
> "Teerces, you think you're untouchable? You've made too many enemies. This is your final warning. Stop, or we'll stop you."
Peter's smirk immediately vanished. He stared at the message for a moment before chuckling softly.
"Well, boys..." he said, locking his phone and tossing it onto the table. "Looks like the real game is just getting started."
Peter's monitor alarm beeped rapidly, signaling an urgent mission update. He glanced at the screen just as the captain's voice echoed through the room.
"All units, prepare yourselves! We have a classified mission."
Everyone turned their attention to the captain, who stood tall at the front of the command center.
"We've received direct orders from the higher-ups," the captain continued. "We are to infiltrate the hidden narcotics operation on the forbidden island. This mission must remain covert—no media, no public leaks. We end this quietly."
Peter leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, smirking. "Well, well... Looks like the government is finally cleaning up its own mess."
Aitnys, standing beside him, gave him a sharp glance. "We need to move fast before they relocate the operation. Are you ready for this?"
Peter turned his head toward Odlan and Optimus, who were leaning against the wall, listening in on the comms.
With a mischievous grin, he raised an eyebrow. "You guys up for a little adventure?"
Odlan smirked. "Do you even have to ask?"
Optimus stretched his arms lazily. "As long as I get to drive something fast, count me in."
Peter chuckled before cracking his knuckles.
"Alright then... let's bring some chaos."
Aitnys crossed her arms and stared sharply at Peter, Odlan, and Optimus.
"No way. Civilians are not allowed to join this mission," she said firmly.
Peter shrugged casually. "Oh? I thought we were trying to clean up this country, not follow stupid rules you made up yourselves."
Aitnys scoffed. "This is not a game, Peter. This is a military operation. If you're caught, it could turn into a diplomatic disaster."
Odlan smirked. "Who said we'd get caught?"
Optimus patted Peter's shoulder while laughing. "Besides, if it weren't for Peter leaking the information, you wouldn't even know about that island."
The tension in the room grew. The SIN captain remained silent, waiting for a decision.
Peter stepped closer to Aitnys, locking eyes with her. "Listen, I know you're just doing your job. But if you really want to get this done, you need people like me—people who aren't bound by your rules. If you still refuse, fine… I'll go alone."
Aitnys hesitated, deep in thought. Finally, the captain spoke up.
"Alright. But only Peter goes. Odlan and Optimus stay out of this."
Peter looked at his two friends. They were clearly disappointed, but they nodded in agreement.
"We can still help from here," Odlan said with a grin. "I can hack into their communication network remotely."
Peter sighed and then turned to Aitnys. "Fine. But if I see anything suspicious from you, I won't hesitate to fight back."
Aitnys stared at him coldly. "Just don't cause any trouble, Peter."
Peter simply smirked. "No promises."
Inside a high-security government office, a group of ministers sat around a long table, their faces tense. The news of SIN's involvement in the hidden narcotics operation on the island had thrown them into a state of panic.
A heavy silence filled the room until one of the ministers, a middle-aged man with graying hair, slammed his hand on the table.
"We cannot allow SIN to interfere with the island operation! That place is the heart of our distribution network!"
Another minister adjusted his glasses and nodded. "If they uncover everything, it's over for us. We need to stop them before they even set foot on that island."
A third minister, Minister Gregor, leaned forward. "We have one option left… We call FTO."
The room fell even quieter. Some of the ministers exchanged uneasy glances. FTO (Force Tactical Organization) was an illegal paramilitary group, known for executing dirty work with zero morals.
One of them hesitated. "FTO is dangerous. If we involve them, we might lose control of the situation."
Minister Gregor smirked. "It's a risk we have to take. Either we stop SIN, or we all end up in prison… or worse."
No one objected. The ministers had too much to lose.
Gregor reached for his phone, dialed a secure number, and waited.
After a few rings, a deep voice answered. "This is FTO. What do you need?"
Gregor took a deep breath and said, "I have a mission for you. Take down SIN before they reach the island."
The voice on the other end chuckled darkly. "Consider it done."
Aboard the warship cutting through the open sea, Peter stood on the deck, watching the waves crash against the hull. The night air was cold, but his mind was even colder.
On the other side, General Zunafets stood tall, gazing at the horizon.
Peter glanced at his brother with a lazy expression. "You haven't changed, have you? Always so serious."
Zunafets looked back at him and spoke in a firm tone, "I should be the one asking—you think you've really changed?"
Peter chuckled. "You know I never change. I always do what I believe is right, in my own way."
Zunafets sighed. "This time, we're on the same side, Peter. Don't make trouble."
Peter smirked. "Trouble? That's my specialty, brother."
On the other side of the ship, Aitnys observed them from a distance. Her sharp eyes studied Peter as if trying to read his thoughts.
Meanwhile, in the ship's control room, the captain received a radio transmission from SIN headquarters.
"We have reports of unidentified vessels heading toward the target island. They might not be just ordinary guards. Stay alert."
In the far distance, three shadowy ships silently followed them.
This journey had just begun, but danger lurked in every direction.
A sudden explosion echoed across the ocean. A red flare shot into the sky, illuminating the darkness.
"Warning shots!" the ship's captain barked, gripping the radio. "Unidentified vessels, identify yourselves immediately!"
Peter squinted toward the horizon. Three dark ships were approaching fast. Their hulls were marked with unfamiliar insignias—not government, not SIN.
"Looks like we've got company," Peter muttered, smirking.
Zunafets frowned. "Those ships… they're not just some random pirates. That's an organized force."
Another shot blasted through the air—this time, a real one. The enemy had fired first.
"We're under attack!" an officer shouted.
The entire ship went into battle mode. Alarms blared, soldiers rushed to their positions, and anti-aircraft turrets turned toward the approaching vessels.
Peter cracked his neck, then turned to Zunafets. "So, are we just gonna sit here and let them take the first move?"
Zunafets clenched his jaw. "Prepare for countermeasures! All units, take battle positions!"
Aitnys gripped her rifle. "This was supposed to be a covert mission. Someone leaked our route."
Peter chuckled darkly. "Well, well… I guess we'll have to clean this up before we even reach the island."
As the enemy ships got closer, heavy machine guns and missile turrets locked onto their targets.
Then, all hell broke loose.
SPLASH! A water jerrycan hit the ocean surface, sending ripples across the waves. The enemy soldiers instinctively turned their heads toward the distraction.
"Now!" Zunafets commanded.
Gunfire erupted as SIN operatives returned fire. Meanwhile, beneath the water, Peter swam swiftly toward an enemy vessel.
His sharp eyes locked onto the dark silhouette of an unknown ship under the moonlight. With a single breath, he surfaced, grabbed onto the metal railing, and climbed up silently.
Moving like a shadow, he swiftly took down the guards on deck, one by one. Three bodies fell before anyone even noticed.
Back on the main SIN ship, Zunafets glanced around urgently.
"Where the hell is Peter?!" he demanded.
No one answered. Aitnys gritted her teeth, trying to locate him using the radar, but there was no signal.
Suddenly, the sound of an engine roared louder.
The enemy ship they had been attacking started moving—heading straight toward them at full speed.
"Brace yourselves!" one of the SIN operatives shouted, raising his weapon, preparing for another round of battle.
But then—something strange happened.
The enemy soldiers on the deck were completely still.
No one was firing. No one was resisting.
Then, from the top of the ship, a familiar figure appeared, raising a hand in greeting with a casual grin.
It was Peter.
He had hijacked the enemy ship.
Peter jumped down from the hijacked ship, landing smoothly on the deck. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge—a metallic emblem with the unmistakable insignia of FTO, the infamous illegal organization.
Zunafets narrowed his eyes. "Where the hell did you get that?"
Peter tossed the badge toward him. It clattered onto the floor.
"This was inside their captain's pocket," Peter said, his voice calm but sharp. "We've been watched, brother. The government isn't just covering up their crimes—they're using FTO to do their dirty work."
Aitnys picked up the badge, inspecting it closely. Her expression darkened. "If FTO is involved, that means we're dealing with mercenaries, not just some corrupt officials."
Peter smirked. "Exactly. And if they know we're coming, they'll do anything to stop us."
Silence fell over the team. The mission had just become more dangerous.
Peter stepped onto the deck, his gaze sharp and filled with confidence. Even though he was no longer an official member of SIN, he naturally took charge like a true leader.
"We need backup," he said firmly. "Contact the additional team. Make sure they arrive before we reach the island."
Zunafets observed his younger brother. There was a hint of pride in his eyes, though he didn't say it out loud. Peter had always possessed a natural leadership instinct.
Aitnys nodded and immediately contacted headquarters. "The backup team is on their way, but they need time. We have to hold our ground until they arrive."
Peter smirked. "Good. That means we're the main team. And we cannot fail."
The entire team prepared themselves. They knew this mission wasn't just about taking down the drug operation—this was a war against a corrupt system.
As they reached the island, the team quickly disembarked from the ship. The dense jungle and abandoned structures loomed before them, hiding whatever danger lay ahead.
Peter remained on the deck, unmoving. While the others rushed forward, securing the perimeter, his instincts screamed that something was wrong.
"Stop." His voice was calm but commanding.
The team hesitated, looking back at him.
"Get inside the cover. Now." His eyes scanned the surroundings, his mind working fast.
Zunafets narrowed his eyes. "What is it?"
Peter exhaled slowly. "We're walking into a trap."
Peter scanned his team with sharp eyes. "We can't go through the main path. They're waiting for us."
Zunafets nodded. "So, what's your plan?"
Peter pointed toward the thick bushes on the right. "We'll take a detour. Go through the forest and enter from the back of their base."
The team moved immediately, crouching and sneaking through the trees, avoiding enemy detection.
Meanwhile, Peter stayed back on the ship. "I'll keep watch here," he said through the comms. "If there's any movement outside, I'll warn you."
He hid behind a cargo container, eyes sharp, finger resting on the trigger.
The sea breeze whispered… an eerie silence.
Then… a dark figure appeared in the distance.
Someone was approaching the ship.
Gunshots echoed through the night—then suddenly, silence.
Peter tightened his grip on his weapon, hiding behind the cargo. Something wasn't right.
Meanwhile, Zunafets and the team had infiltrated the enemy base. Moving swiftly, they ambushed and captured several guards, tying them up.
"Secure them. We need information," Zunafets ordered.
One of the captured men spat on the ground. "You have no idea what you're up against."
Zunafets knelt down, gripping the man's collar. "Then start talking."
Back on the ship, Peter peeked from behind his cover. The approaching figure was gone. But he could feel it—someone was still watching him.
His radio crackled. "Peter, what's your status?"
He exhaled slowly, eyes scanning the darkness. "We have company."