The next night, Peter sat on the sofa, phone in hand. He typed a message to Enimsya:
"Sorry, I can't make it tonight. Something urgent came up."
Message sent. He stared at it for a moment before tossing his phone aside. It wasn't that he didn't want to meet her, but his mind was too preoccupied.
5 month later.
Inside his room, Peter turned on the TV. The big news of the day:
"The Inauguration of the New President and Ministers of Sicnarep!"
The screen displayed a strong-looking leader standing proudly, surrounded by smiling ministers.
Peter raised an eyebrow, slightly interested. But most of his attention was on the laptop resting on his lap. His fingers moved swiftly, tracing digital footprints hidden from the public eye.
Optimus and Odlan walked in, carrying snacks.
"You're watching this too?" Odlan asked, munching on chips.
Peter nodded. He wasn't just watching—he was monitoring.
"You sure they're all clean?" Optimus asked, sounding skeptical.
Peter smirked. "Clean or not, we'll find out soon enough."
His laptop screen flashed with new data appearing on the network.
The political game wasn't over yet.
Zunafets appeared, dressed in his SIN uniform and tactical vest. His presence alone commanded attention.
"Peter, let's go," he said firmly.
Optimus and Odlan stretched.
"Alright, we're out," Odlan said, grabbing his jacket.
"Gotta take care of the shop," Optimus added.
Peter gave them a nod as they left. They had their own paths now.
Peter sighed before turning to Zunafets. "Fine, let's get moving."
As they walked through the long hallway of the agency building, Peter glanced at his older brother.
"So, how's the company?" he asked casually.
Zunafets smirked. "My subordinates handle everything. I just sit back and enjoy the profits."
Peter chuckled. "Sounds like a great life."
Zunafets adjusted his gloves. "You should try it sometime."
Peter shook his head. "Nah, I think I'll stick to my own mess."
As they reached the exit, a black SUV was already waiting for them. The mission was about to begin.
Peter walked toward the black SUV, glancing at Zunafets.
"What's the mission this time?" he asked casually, though his eyes showed curiosity.
Zunafets opened the car door and got in first. Peter followed.
Inside, a holographic screen lit up. A senior agent appeared on the screen, dressed in a sharp suit and dark glasses.
"Peter Nimoowahc, Zunafets. Welcome back to field operations."
Peter crossed his arms. "Let's get straight to the point. What are we dealing with?"
The agent pressed a button on his desk. An image of a man appeared—a cold-looking figure with a scar on his temple.
"Our target is Maxim Volker. A former intelligence officer turned mastermind behind an illegal arms trade in Sicnarep. He has access to advanced technology and is working with the remaining members of FTO."
Peter let out a low whistle. "So, we're supposed to capture him?"
Zunafets smirked. "Not capture. Eliminate."
Peter looked at his brother, then back at the screen. A faint smirk formed on his lips.
"Alright. I like this mission."
Peter leaned back in his seat, rolling his shoulders. "Maxim Volker, huh? Sounds like a big fish."
Zunafets chuckled. "He is. And he's slippery. We need to hit him before he disappears."
The agent on the screen continued. "We have intel that Volker will be attending a high-profile underground auction in Sicnarep. He plans to sell classified military tech."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "And let me guess—we're crashing the party?"
The agent nodded. "Precisely. Your mission is to infiltrate, confirm Volker's presence, and eliminate him before the deal goes through."
Peter exchanged a glance with Zunafets, then smirked. "Sounds fun."
The screen switched off, and the SUV sped up toward the city outskirts. A new mission had begun.
A black SUV stopped at an old warehouse on the outskirts of Sicnarep. Peter and Zunafets stepped out, greeted by several SIN agents already waiting. Tonight, an illegal auction would take place inside that abandoned building—and their target, Maxim Volker, had to be eliminated.
"We need to move fast," Zunafets whispered, checking his weapon. "Volker is always surrounded by hired bodyguards. Once the transaction is done, he'll disappear."
Peter smirked. "Then we have to make sure he stays longer."
They infiltrated the building, using the security gaps they had mapped out earlier. Inside, dozens of people gathered, dressed in luxury, speaking in hushed tones. Some looked like businessmen, while others were clearly high-level criminals.
From the upper balcony, Peter spotted Maxim Volker—a man in a gray suit, neatly styled blond hair, and sharp eyes. Beside him sat a large briefcase filled with military technology ready to be sold.
"There he is," Peter whispered.
Zunafets activated his comms. "Team One, get ready at the exit. Team Two, wait for our signal."
Peter adjusted his jacket, stepping into the crowd, moving calmly toward Volker. Just as he was a few meters away from the target, suddenly, an alarm blared!
Someone had leaked their plan. Volker's eyes narrowed before he immediately bolted toward the exit!
"Damn it, we've been compromised!" Zunafets shouted.
The mission turned into a chase. Peter and the SIN team had to capture Volker before he escaped!
Volker bolted through the emergency exit, flanked by his bodyguards. Gunshots echoed through the warehouse as Peter and Zunafets sprinted after him.
"Team One, cut him off!" Zunafets barked into his earpiece.
Peter slid behind a stack of crates, pulling out his pistol. He fired two precise shots, hitting one of Volker's guards in the leg. The man collapsed, but Volker didn't stop running.
"He's heading toward the docks!" one of the agents reported.
Peter cursed under his breath and sprinted faster. The cold night air hit his face as they burst out into the open—right onto an industrial dock filled with shipping containers. Volker was ahead, weaving between the massive metal boxes.
A black speedboat waited at the edge of the dock.
"He's trying to escape by water!" Peter growled.
Zunafets raised his rifle and took a shot—but Volker's last remaining bodyguard tackled him at the last second, sending the bullet off course.
Peter had no time to think. He lunged forward, tackling Volker from behind just as the man reached the boat.
The two men crashed onto the dock, struggling for dominance. Volker threw a punch, but Peter blocked it, twisting the man's arm painfully.
"You're not going anywhere, Volker," Peter hissed.
But Volker smirked, blood dripping from his lip. "You think this ends with me?"
Before Peter could respond, a grenade rolled toward them.
An explosion tore through the dock—sending them both flying into the cold, dark water!
After completing their mission, Peter, Zunafets, and the team returned to the SIN headquarters. But as soon as they arrived, Peter was summoned to the leader's office.
The moment he entered, Peter could tell something was off. The leader of the organization gave him a cold, piercing stare.
"Starting today, you are dismissed," the leader said bluntly.
Peter narrowed his eyes. "What is this? I just started working again for a month, and now I'm getting fired?"
The leader scoffed. "Why did you bring this kid back?" he asked Zunafets. "He's a former cyber-criminal. A hacker who only knows how to create chaos."
Peter chuckled darkly. He glanced at Zunafets, who seemed ready to argue, but Peter raised his hand, stopping him.
"Forget it," Peter said calmly.
Without hesitation, he tore off the SIN emblem from his vest and placed his name tag on the table. "If I don't belong here, then I'm leaving."
Aitnys, who had been silent, finally spoke up. "Why does Eldric get to stay, even though he was part of FTO? But Peter gets fired without a valid reason?" she demanded.
The leader remained silent. The decision was final.
Outside, Zunafets caught up to Peter.
"Why are you giving up so easily?!" Zunafets asked in frustration.
Peter stopped, turned around, and looked at his brother. His eyes were filled with determination.
"It's not about giving up," Peter said. "I have my pride too."
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
Peter headed to his father's cartel headquarters.
When he arrived, he brought food boxes for his men. They welcomed him with respect. He was no longer an agent, but a leader in the underworld.
Meanwhile, Enimsya was speaking with her father.
"Everything is ready for tomorrow?" her father asked in a cold tone.
Beside him stood another man—Judge Eduardo, Peter and Zunafets' half-brother.
Back to Peter He was smoking, leaning against his car, staring at the night sky. Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
A message from Enimsya: "I want to meet you tonight."
Peter stared at the screen for a few moments before locking his phone. He flicked his cigarette away and exhaled deeply.