Chapter 2

My name is Cleo. You think you know people like me from books and movies, but trust me, you don't. I am a shadow, a whisper in the night.

Most people pass by me on the street, oblivious to the secrets I carry. I am a field agent with Cynetic. We are Cyn.

Our existence is a secret, buried deep beneath layers of bureaucracy and misinformation. We operate in the dark corners of the world, where truth blurs with nightmare. We are the line between humanity and the unknown.

We are the shield. My current mission was etched into my mind, a chilling echo of a tragedy that had gripped the world. Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 vanished, erased from the radar, leaving behind nothing but questions and heartbreak.

This was no ordinary disappearance. This was our domain. This was Cyn.

Cyn Cynetic. We are a phantom, a whisper in the corridors of power. No official records, no public acknowledgement.

We are the invisible hand that guides, protects, and sometimes eliminates. Our mandate is simple. Investigate and contain threats to humanity that are beyond the comprehension of conventional agencies.

We deal with the strange, the unusual, the things that go bump in the night, and sometimes the things that come from beyond the stars. The disappearance of MH370 reeked of the unknown. The lack of evidence, the sheer impossibility of it all, pointed towards something we were uniquely equipped to handle.

We were humanity's last line of defense against the unknown, and I, Cleo, was about to step into the abyss. My team, Omega-7, was the best Cyn had to offer. We were a tight-knit unit, each member handpicked for their unique skills and unwavering nerve.

We were soldiers, scientists, and spies all rolled into one. Our ride was a modified V-22 Osprey, a technological marvel that could take us anywhere in the world undetected. Its sleek black exterior was coated in radar absorbent material, rendering it practically invisible to conventional tracking systems.

Inside, the Osprey was a mobile command center, packed with state-of-the-art surveillance equipment, weaponry, and a team of the best analysts Cyn had to offer. We were ready for anything, or so we thought. The disappearance of Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 was like a wound on the world's psyche.

A plane carrying 239 souls simply vanished into thin air. No distress calls, no debris, no explanation. The official investigation had hit a dead end.

Theories ranged from pilot suicide to alien abduction, but none of them held water. The mystery deepened, the silence deafening. Cyn had been monitoring the situation from the start, our analysts combing through every scrap of data, every satellite image, every whispered rumor.

And then we caught a break, a faint signal emanating from the depths of the Indian Ocean, a signal that was not of this world. This was our lead, our only lead. Section 5, gearing up, preparation is key.

The pre-mission briefing was tense. We huddled around the holographic display table, our faces illuminated by the ghostly blue light. The mission parameters were simple.

Locate MH370, assess the situation, and report back. Extraction if necessary. I ran my fingers over my equipment, checking my sidearm, my custom-made combat knife, and the small silver case containing my Cyn field kit.

Inside lay an assortment of gadgets and tools, each designed for a specific purpose, each potentially life-saving. My teammates, Alexi and Javier, were going through their own pre-mission rituals. Alexi, our tech specialist, was running diagnostics on his array of surveillance equipment.

Javier, our weapons expert, was cleaning his prized sniper rifle, his face a mask of grim determination. We were ready, as ready as we could be. Section 6, silent flight, heavy hearts.

The Osprey cut through the night sky, a silent predator on the hunt. Below us, the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean stretched out, a dark and unforgiving abyss. The air inside the Osprey was thick with tension, the weight of the unknown pressing down on us.

Alexi monitored our approach to the search zone, his fingers dancing across the holographic display. Javier sat across from him, his gaze fixed on the feed from the Osprey's external cameras, scanning for any sign of the missing plane. And me? I sat in the cockpit, staring out into the darkness, my mind awash with images of the missing passengers, their faces frozen in time, their fate unknown.

We were about to descend into a mystery that had baffled the world, a mystery that was about to get a whole lot stranger. Section 7, encounter in the abyss, Zoe emerges. The Osprey hovered above the designated coordinates, its powerful spotlights cutting through the inky blackness of the ocean depths.

The sonar had picked up something on the seabed, something large and metallic. Could this be it? Could this be MH370? We descended slowly, the Osprey's engines humming softly in the stillness of the night. And then we saw her, a figure silhouetted against the eerie blue glow emanating from the ocean floor.

She was tall and slender, her features obscured by the darkness. But there was something about her, something otherworldly. The Osprey shuddered violently, its instruments going haywire.

Javier swore under his breath, his hand instinctively reaching for his sidearm. We had stumbled upon something we weren't prepared for, something that defied explanation. Section 8, the gauntlet and the glow.

The blue light intensified, bathing the Osprey's interior in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows and creating an otherworldly atmosphere. I felt a tingling sensation run through my body, a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. What was this power that seemed to envelop us? And who was this enigmatic woman standing before us? Through the cockpit window, I could see her more clearly now, her presence commanding and undeniable.

She wore a form-fitting black suit, similar to our own, but with strange glowing symbols etched onto its surface, pulsating with energy. On her left arm, she wore a metallic gauntlet, its surface pulsing with the same blue light that was disrupting our systems, a beacon of raw power. She moved towards the Osprey, her movements fluid and graceful, almost predatory, like a predator stalking its prey.

Her face, now illuminated by the blue light, was strikingly beautiful, with sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. But it was her eyes that held my gaze, unwavering and intense. They were ancient, filled with a wisdom and a power that sent shivers down my spine as if she held the secrets of the universe.

This was no ordinary woman, this was something else, something more, an entity of immense power and mystery. Section 9. A signal from the void. The Osprey stabilized, its systems slowly coming back online, flickering lights indicating a return to normalcy.

Alexei worked frantically at his console, his fingers flying over the controls, trying to regain control of the aircraft amidst the chaos. Javier kept his weapon trained on the woman, his finger on the trigger, but I could see the doubt creeping into his eyes, uncertainty clouding his judgment. We were outmatched, outgunned and completely out of our depth, facing an enemy we couldn't understand or predict.

The woman, Zoe, raised her hand again, and the blue light from her gauntlet intensified, casting an eerie glow over the scene. But this time, it wasn't directed at the Osprey, it was aimed with precision and intent. It was directed at me, a beam of energy that seemed to pierce through my very being.

I braced myself, expecting a jolt of energy, a blast of pain, but it never came, leaving me in a state of confusion. Instead, images flashed through my mind, vivid and surreal. Images of the missing plane, of strange alien creatures, of a vast, swirling vortex of energy.

I gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information flooding my senses, each image more bewildering than the last. Zoe was communicating with me, showing me what had happened to MH370. The plane hadn't crashed, it had been taken, abducted by an unknown force, abducted by beings from beyond our understanding, beings whose motives and origins were a complete enigma to us.

Section 10. Immunity and Unexpected Twist The blue light faded, and Zoe lowered her hand, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and confusion. The images in my mind subsided, leaving behind a residue of wonder and terror, a haunting echo of what I had just witnessed.

I looked at my teammates, their faces etched with confusion and fear. They had felt nothing, seen nothing. It was as if the experience had been mine alone.

The blue light hadn't affected them the way it had affected me. It was a personal, almost intimate encounter with the unknown. What did you see? Alexei's voice cut through the silence, filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Alexei asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if afraid that speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile reality we were in. I opened my mouth to answer, to tell them about the alien creatures, about the vortex, about the truth of MH370, and the secrets it held. But the words wouldn't come.

It was as if an invisible force was choking the truth out of me. Something was holding me back, something powerful and ancient, a force beyond my comprehension. I could feel it now, a presence within my own mind, watching, waiting, biding its time.

Zoe turned and walked back towards the edge of the light, her silhouette melting back into the darkness, leaving me alone with my thoughts. She was gone, just like that. The void she left behind was palpable, but the mystery remained deeper and more terrifying than I could have ever imagined.

It was a puzzle with pieces that didn't seem to fit. And the biggest mystery of all? Why me? Why was I the one chosen to bear this burden? Why hadn't the blue light affected me like it had my team? What made me different? What was so different about me? Was it something in my past, or something yet to come? I didn't have the answers. Not yet.

But I was determined to uncover the truth. But I was determined to find them. I would leave no stone unturned, no clue unexamined.

Even if it meant facing the unknown. Even if it meant confronting the truth of what lay beyond the stars. The journey ahead was daunting, but necessary.

The truth of sin and my place in it had just gotten a whole lot more complicated. The web of secrets was vast, and I was only beginning to unravel it.