Council Member 0 stood before Cisco and Aremaki, his sharp gaze fixed on them as he outlined the mission. The dimly lit room, filled with maps and tactical blueprints, created an atmosphere of calculated precision. Every detail had been accounted for, every possibility considered.
"You both have a crucial role in this operation," he began, his voice steady and commanding. "Your first task is to plant explosives along the road leading to the meeting point. If a large group of individuals appears and their behavior seems suspicious, you detonate the bombs. If it's only a single person acting strange, eliminate them immediately with a firearm. We cannot afford to take any chances."
Cisco and Aremaki exchanged glances but remained silent, absorbing every word.
Council Member 0 continued, his tone unwavering. "I will be monitoring the situation closely. If I sense any trouble, I will signal you. Stay alert at all times. The restaurant staff has already been replaced with our agents, so if the enemy attempts to bribe anyone inside, we will be informed immediately. This will give us the upper hand in intelligence gathering."
He paced slightly before facing them again. "Your orders are clear—if anyone sees you, eliminate them on sight. No loose ends." His voice carried a dangerous finality. "To distinguish allies from enemies, look for those wearing a red badge. They are on our side. However, if the opposition arrives in large numbers, engage them swiftly. Other agents will provide support, but you must take the lead in neutralizing the threat."
Cisco nodded firmly. "Understood, sir."
Aremaki, though more reserved, clenched his fists. "We won't fail."
Council Member 0's gaze darkened as he moved to the final part of his plan. "I have no doubt that they will deploy their stealth force. These operatives are highly skilled and deadly, so remain cautious. If a powerful adversary enters the restaurant, eliminate them immediately—do not hesitate. We cannot afford to let them gain any ground."
He paused for a brief moment, ensuring the weight of his words sank in. "If anything happens to me, you are to retreat immediately and summon the emergency soldiers. Do not attempt to fight alone if the situation spirals beyond control. Your survival is imperative to the success of our mission."
Cisco and Aremaki exchanged another glance, sensing the gravity of their responsibility.
"In addition," Council Member 0 continued, "we have positioned snipers in the tallest buildings surrounding the restaurant. If a target is beyond your immediate reach or attempts to flee, give them a signal, and they will take care of it. Use this advantage wisely."
Cisco straightened his posture. "We will execute the plan exactly as you've instructed, sir."
Aremaki nodded in agreement. "We won't let you down."
Council Member 0 studied them for a moment before giving a single nod. "Good. Prepare yourselves. The battle begins soon."
With that, Cisco and Aremaki left the room, their minds sharpened with focus. The plan was in motion, and failure was not an option.
At BCB Headquarters, the air was thick with tension as Akin stood before the assembled stealth force soldiers. His piercing gaze scanned the room, ensuring that every man and woman present was focused.
"Listen carefully," he began, his voice firm and commanding. "You will all wear normal clothes—blend in. Do not act like soldiers, do not display your strength. Walk near the building casually, talk to strangers if necessary. The snipers inside are watching for anything unusual. If you appear suspicious, they will take you out before the fight even begins."
The soldiers nodded in unison, absorbing every word.
Akin continued, his tone unwavering. "When the time comes, our vehicles will pass by and distribute your weapons. The moment you receive them—run. Do not stay in one place for too long. The enemy snipers will be looking for stationary targets, and if you hesitate, you're dead. Our helicopters will deal with the snipers, but until then, keep moving."
He stepped forward, his presence imposing. "Once inside the restaurant, waste no time. Shoot the secret organization members on sight. Do not give them a chance to react. Speed is your advantage."
A few soldiers exchanged glances, their hands tightening into fists. They knew this mission would be dangerous.
"One last thing," Akin said, lowering his voice slightly. "While you walk around, analyze your surroundings. There may be landmines. If you spot any, keep your distance and immediately alert the others. We can't afford casualties before the fight even begins."
He let the weight of his words settle before delivering his final command. "This is the plan. Follow it exactly, or you will face serious consequences. Understood?"
The soldiers straightened, responding in perfect unison.
"Yes, sir!"
Akin gave a sharp nod, his expression unreadable. "Then get ready. We move soon."
The room fell into silence as the soldiers prepared themselves mentally for the battle ahead. There was no turning back now.
(the scene switches to zenix's secret base)
The dimly lit hall of Zenix's underground base was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly cooked food. After a grueling day of relentless training, exhaustion clung to the warriors like a second skin. They sat around a long wooden table, plates stacked with steaming dishes.
Izaki took a bite, his eyes widening in delight. "This… this is the best meal I've ever had." He leaned back in his chair, savoring the warmth spreading through his body.
Zenix smirked, his arms crossed as he observed his team. "That's what happens when you work hard. Even the simplest things start feeling extraordinary."
Izaki grinned. "This is the best feeling I've ever had."
Hellesa nodded in agreement, stretching her sore muscles. "Yeah, same here. It's been a long time since I felt this satisfied."
Across the table, Maria beamed with pride. "Thank you for appreciating my cooking!"
Kazen, however, frowned slightly, leaning back in his seat. "Who said your food was good?"
Maria's smile faltered. "You literally just said it was nice."
Kazen smirked. "We liked the feeling of eating after an exhausting day—not the taste of the food."
A moment of silence passed before Zenix burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! I knew it! Your cooking is as terrible as ever. No one actually likes it. Just quit cooking, girl."
Maria's face turned red with indignation. "Ehhhhh?! You won't understand my value now, but when I'm gone, you'll miss me. Just wait and see."
Zenix, still chuckling, waved a hand dismissively. "Alright, alright. Let's just eat."
They resumed their meal, the banter continuing in lighthearted jabs. However, just as they were settling into the warmth of the moment, a sharp ring shattered the mood. Zenix reached for his communicator, pressing it against his ear.
A voice on the other end spoke urgently. "Sir, we've received intel on an upcoming meeting between BCB officials and the higher-ups of the secret organization."
Zenix's expression darkened instantly. His grip on the communicator tightened. "What? We killed them all. How is this possible?"
"There's something else," the informant continued. "During surveillance, we overheard someone speaking in a strange manner… as if he had just barely survived a fight."
Zenix's breath caught in his throat. A cold shiver ran down his spine. "What? You mean… he's still alive? Even after those injuries?"
"Yes, sir," the informant confirmed. "And the meeting is scheduled for today at 6:30 PM."
Zenix shot up from his seat, his chair scraping against the floor. "We need to move—fast! Where's the location?"
"Dazvav Restaurant," the voice replied.
Zenix didn't hesitate. "Understood." He cut the call abruptly and turned to his team, his voice commanding. "We have no time to waste. We need to get to that meeting before it's too late."
Hellesa, her face tense with worry, spoke up. "But we're not ready yet. If we rush in unprepared, it could be disastrous."
Izaki clenched his fists. "We don't have the luxury to wait. The longer we delay, the more powerful they become. We have to strike now and destroy them before they gain any more ground."
Kazen's jaw tightened. "Yeah. After everything they've done—the countless innocent lives lost—we need to make them pay. This isn't just a mission anymore. It's revenge."
Maria's voice was softer but filled with determination. "It's not just that. They've also captured our allies. Our soldiers—our army—they've been thrown into prison like criminals. We have to get them out."
Zenix took a deep breath, scanning the determined faces around him. There was no hesitation in their eyes. They were ready to fight, ready to lay everything on the line.
"Alright," he said finally. "Then we move. Everyone, take your weapons and gear up immediately."
Izaki raised a brow. "How are we getting there?"
Zenix smirked. "We'll take the aerial route. We won't give them a chance to see us coming."
The room erupted into action as they scrambled to prepare. Guns were loaded, blades were sharpened, and combat gear was strapped into place. This was it. The battle they had been preparing for—the fight that could finally put an end to the nightmare they had all been living.
As Zenix grabbed his weapon and slung it over his shoulder, he muttered under his breath, "Tonight… the secret organization meets its end."
And with that, they disappeared into the shadows, heading toward the most dangerous battle of their lives.
(the scene switches to dazvav restaurant)
The atmosphere inside Dazvav Restaurant was eerily calm, the scent of rich spices wafting through the air, blending with the soft clinking of cutlery. From an outsider's perspective, it appeared to be just another bustling evening at a high-end establishment. Couples dined, waiters moved efficiently between tables, and conversations filled the air with a deceptive normalcy.
But beneath the surface, this was anything but an ordinary night.
Every single person in the restaurant was a soldier, trained and ready for a war that no one outside these walls could have predicted. The tension hung thick, invisible yet suffocating, as if the very air carried the weight of the impending bloodshed.
At the center of it all, Akin Mazama, the ruthless leader of the BCB, sat face-to-face with Council Member 0, the cold and calculating mastermind of the Secret Organization. Their eyes locked in a silent battle, neither flinching, neither speaking. There was no need for words. Both of them had walked into this restaurant with the same thought—the intent to kill the man sitting across from them.
From their seats, they could feel the presence of their subordinates stationed throughout the area, hidden in plain sight. This was a battlefield disguised as a peaceful negotiation.
High above, Cisco and Aremaki crouched on the restaurant's rooftop, their hands steady as they scanned the streets below through their binoculars. They had been tasked with identifying potential threats, looking for anything out of place, anyone who might pose a danger.
But everyone seemed normal. Too normal.
Cisco lowered his binoculars slightly, his brow furrowing. "This doesn't feel right," he muttered under his breath.
Aremaki nodded. "Yeah… I was expecting something, anything, but it's like they all know how to blend in perfectly. No mistakes. No tells."
Just then, a loud whirring sound cut through the night air.
A helicopter flew over the area, its presence immediately noticed by the trained snipers positioned in the surrounding buildings. The snipers, believing it to be an ally, didn't react. They assumed it was reinforcement, surveillance from their own side.
But they couldn't have been more wrong.
Inside that very helicopter, Zenix and his team watched from above, their weapons loaded, their expressions hardened with resolve.
"The snipers think we're on their side," Zenix noted, a small smirk playing at his lips. "That'll buy us some time."
Hellesa, gripping her weapon tightly, exhaled sharply. "We need to move fast. The second they realize we're not friendly, they'll turn this place into a bloodbath."
Izaki cracked his knuckles. "Good. Let them try."
As the helicopter hovered, the restaurant below remained oblivious to the storm about to descend upon it.
And in the next few moments, the war no one expected would begin.