The Unmasked Enemy
The air in the interrogation room was thick with tension. Ajit Verma, now unmasked as an agent of RAW, sat slumped in the chair, his face bruised and pale under the harsh glare of the overhead light. His cuffed hands rested on the table, and his eyes darted between Hamza and Ubaid, who stood silently across from him. The man's composure had crumbled, replaced by the weight of his exposure.
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Scene 1: The Real Identity
The door creaked open, and Aliza entered, carrying a sealed evidence bag. Inside was a meticulously forged French passport, along with a second, authentic Indian passport bearing the name Ajit Verma. She placed the evidence on the table and slid it toward Hamza.
"This," she said, her voice steady, "is who you really are."
Ajit didn't respond, his jaw clenched in defiance. Hamza's sharp gaze bored into him.
"So," Hamza began, leaning forward, "a decorated officer of the Indian Army, sent here to masquerade as a humanitarian. Care to explain why RAW is so interested in sabotaging our COVID-19 efforts?"
Ajit smirked, though his lips quivered slightly. "You already know why," he said, his voice hoarse.
"Humor me," Hamza replied, his tone sharp.
Ajit let out a bitter chuckle. "Pakistan can't have the upper hand in anything, especially not this pandemic. If your country develops an antidote, it'll not only save lives but also elevate your global standing. RAW couldn't let that happen."
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Scene 2: The Motive
Hamza exchanged a glance with Aliza, who immediately began typing on her tablet. "And the doctors?" Hamza pressed. "Why target them? Killing specialists doesn't stop the antidote's development entirely."
Ajit hesitated, his smirk fading. "It's not just about the antidote. It's about fear, chaos. Without your doctors, your people lose hope. They start blaming the government, questioning its ability to protect them. It destabilizes the entire nation."
Ubaid, standing in the corner, crossed his arms and stepped forward. "And stealing the antidote?"
Ajit shrugged. "Leverage. If India controls the cure, it controls everything. Do you know how much power that gives us in the global arena?"
Hamza slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing through the room. "And you justify this by pretending to help people? Using the pandemic to destroy lives?"
Ajit met Hamza's gaze, his expression cold. "War has many faces, Major. This is just another battlefield."
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Scene 3: Unearthing the Network
The door opened again, and Kashif entered with a file in hand. "Sir," he addressed Hamza, "we've secured Verma's hotel room. Found encrypted communication devices, detailed maps of medical facilities, and files on targeted doctors. There's also evidence of funds being wired to local collaborators."
Hamza nodded, his jaw tightening. "Good work. Send everything to HQ for analysis. We need to dismantle their entire network."
Turning back to Ajit, Hamza's voice grew colder. "Who else is involved? Names. Now."
Ajit hesitated, his defiance wavering. "You think you'll stop this? For every agent you catch, ten more will take their place."
Hamza leaned in closer. "We'll catch them too. Now, answer the question."
After a long silence, Ajit relented. "There's a local contact in Karachi. Code name Falcon. He arranged the logistics. But you'll never find him. He's too well-hidden."
Hamza smirked. "You underestimate us."
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Scene 4: The Media Storm
By evening, the team had compiled a detailed report for the government. Hamza stood in the operations center, watching as the media lit up with breaking news: "RAW Agent Arrested in Pakistan: Plot to Sabotage COVID-19 Efforts Exposed."
News anchors detailed the arrest of Ajit Verma, the false identity of Dr. Bonham Brown, and his sinister mission. Videos of the evidence found in his hotel room and the successful rescue operation flooded the screens.
In the HQ, the team watched the broadcast silently. Kashif finally broke the silence. "One agent down, but this is far from over."
Hamza nodded, his expression grim. "True. But this sends a message. They'll think twice before trying something like this again."
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Scene 5: Reflection and Resolve
As the team dispersed, Hamza lingered in the dimly lit operations room. Aliza approached, her tablet in hand.
"We've traced the funding," she said. "It leads to several shell companies in Dubai. They're likely fronts for RAW operations."
Hamza sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alert our contacts. We need to shut them down before they funnel more resources here."
Aliza hesitated before speaking again. "Do you think we'll ever truly stop them?"
Hamza looked at her, his gaze unwavering. "We have to try. For every life we save, for every plot we dismantle, it's worth it. We're not just fighting for our country—we're fighting for humanity."
As the night deepened, the team prepared for the battles yet to come, their resolve stronger than ever.