"Enemy in the Mirror"
Location: Abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Harrison CitySituation: Dominic initiates direct pursuit against Vincent and Feynman
Dominic Scott wasn't the type to accept defeat.Standing by the window, he rhythmically tapped his fingers against the frame.
In front of him stood two people.
Emily Smith (Codename: Providence)
Dominic's personal hacker and intel analyst
Recently outmatched by Feynman, but currently recovering lost data
Gabriel Howard (Codename: Reaper)
Former CIA field agent, now Dominic's fixer
A combat expert, on par with Vincent
"You both failed."
Dominic's voice was calm but cutting as he glanced between them.
Gabriel shrugged.
"Feynman turned out to be a bit sharper than expected."
Dominic let out a faint, satisfied smile.
"Then it's your turn now, Gabriel."
Cracking his knuckles, Gabriel nodded.
"Knew you'd come to me sooner or later."
He stood up and glanced over at Emily.
"You back me up this time."
Emily smirked.
"I'll be waiting in case you mess it up."
Dominic looked at the two with approval.
"This time, it's not just about information. Take them down."
Location: Feynman's hideoutSituation: The team senses danger before the enemy strikes
Feynman sighed, eyes glued to the monitor.
"We're fully exposed. I wiped my traces, but they've started tracing me now."
Arms crossed, Angie replied coolly.
"Then the real game begins."
Vincent stared out the window with a strange expression.
"...It's too quiet."
Angie raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
Vincent's tone dropped.
"Too quiet."
Then—
Bang!
A bullet shattered the window.
"Sniper!" Vincent shouted, ducking instantly.
Feynman hit the floor.
"Shit, that was fast!"
Angie pulled a small pistol from her coat.
"They're already moving?"
Vincent quickly assessed the trajectory.
"They knew exactly where we were. We have to move."
Location: Warehouse interiorSituation: Gabriel ambushes them—first direct fight with Vincent
As Vincent and Angie tried to exit through the back door—
Crash!
The door burst open. A tall man stepped through.
Gabriel Howard.
"Well, this is more fun face-to-face."
He snapped his fingers.
"Did you think you'd just walk away?"
Vincent instantly realized this man wasn't ordinary.
Agile movements, body language of a trained fighter
No gun drawn, approaches bare-handed → confidence
A serious threat
Gabriel struck first with a low sweeping kick.
Vincent twisted away but caught a solid elbow to the ribs.
Thud!
Gabriel grinned.
"You're famous, Vincent Kang."
Vincent gritted his teeth.
"Who the hell are you?"
"A specialist in taking down people like you."
Situation: Team begins to lose ground—Vincent vs. Gabriel, Feynman vs. Emily
Angie raised her gun, but Gabriel was faster.
He twisted her wrist before she could pull the trigger.
"Now, that's not very polite."
She tried to counterattack, but her balance was already broken.
Meanwhile, Feynman cursed loudly.
"Goddamn cyber battle—feels like I'm losing!"
Emily smirked, typing rapidly in front of her terminal.
"Not going easy this time."
Dominic's side had come prepared.
Vincent realized he was being outmaneuvered.
"Their team coordination's better than ours…"
But even under pressure, he was already strategizing.
"If their team structure is similar to ours... then they'll have weaknesses too."
Gabriel went for the finishing blow.
But Vincent ducked low and kicked a cloud of dust toward Gabriel's eyes.
"Damn it!"
Blinded for a second, Gabriel stumbled.
Vincent didn't hesitate—he grabbed Angie and pulled her out.
At the same time, Feynman triggered a system crash on Emily's side using her own code against her.
"Enough chit-chat. We're leaving!"
They bolted out of the warehouse.
Gabriel clenched his jaw.
"Well, well… this might be fun."
Emily casually closed her laptop.
"This isn't just war. It's a game."
Location: New hideoutSituation: Regrouping and re-strategizing
Panting, Vincent spoke up.
"They've got better coordination than we do."
Angie scowled.
"Then we'll just have to get better."
Feynman grinned.
"Honestly? I'm starting to enjoy this."
Vincent remembered his fight with Gabriel.
"If we're going to take them on… we'll have to be stronger."
His eyes sharpened.
"Next time, we overwhelm them."
******
"Power of the Press"
Location: Interview Room, Luxury Hotel in New YorkTime: 10:00 AM
Situation: Dominic Scott gives a public interview to a major news network
Wearing a sleek gray suit, Dominic sat calmly across from a smiling reporter from New York Global.
"Mr. Scott, thank you for joining us today."
Dominic extended a polite hand.
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."
The cameras rolled. The interview began.
"You're considered one of the hottest entrepreneurs right now. Scott International has surged in growth across finance, energy, IT, and even… defense."
Dominic smiled effortlessly.
"Yes. We invest in what the world needs most."
"Some say your work in defense suggests you're part of the military-industrial complex."
He paused, then smiled again.
"War is a tragedy. But defense? It's a necessity. We don't sell weapons. We sell stability."
Off-camera, someone was watching intently.
A man with a cup of coffee.
Aidan Blake.
Independent media analyst, former editor at a major news outlet
Exposed internal corruption, now a freelancer
Currently collaborating with Dominic's PR team
He tapped his notepad lightly.
"He's good. Damn good."
An image consultant nodded beside him.
"Dominic Scott doesn't sell weapons. He sells stories."
Aidan smirked.
"Then what am I? A footnote?"
The consultant shook her head.
"You're not a footnote. You're the one who can rewrite the story. Be careful."
Aidan chuckled.
"If I need to be careful, it means Dominic needs me."
He turned his eyes back to the screen.
The world sees a polished businessman
But beneath the image is ruthless ambition
He took a sip of coffee and whispered to himself.
"History is written by the victors.But maybe... I can become one too."
The interview wrapped up.
Final question:
"Mr. Scott, with global tensions rising, nations are increasing their defense budgets. Thoughts?"
Dominic responded coolly.
"We exist to ensure safety. The world must always seek better solutions."
The camera stopped. Dominic stood and adjusted his jacket.
"Time for the next phase."
Aidan watched in silence.
He mingled with journalists, exchanged polite banter with Dominic's PR staff.
But in his mind, another plan was forming.
He knows Dominic's truth
It's not time to act—yet
But if someone is working to bring Dominic down... he might just reach out
He picked up his phone.
"It's me. Search the network. Has anyone recently poked around Dominic Scott's systems?"
["Checking. But why now?"]
Aidan grinned.
"Because someone just declared war on his little game."
As he walked away, he thought:
He didn't know where this story would go.But one thing was certain—He could be the one to flip the script.
Location: Vincent's New HideoutSituation: Analyzing Dominic's PR strategy
Angie stared at the laptop screen.
"This guy's a master at spinning himself."
Feynman waved his hand dismissively.
"People call this clown an entrepreneur? He's a political con artist."
Vincent spoke softly as he watched the interview.
"No matter what we do, Dominic will use the media to protect himself."
Angie nodded.
"Then we use the media too."
Feynman raised an eyebrow.
"Do we even have someone like that?"
Vincent pointed at the screen.
Aidan Blake.
"Sharp analyst. Close to Dominic's PR team."
Angie narrowed her eyes.
"So… we recruit him?"
Vincent smiled faintly.
"We don't recruit him.We make sure he finds us."
Feynman crossed his arms, grinning.
"Now this is getting fun."