The Setup
The abandoned docks were quiet. Too quiet.
A single warehouse stood at the edge of the water, rusted steel doors creaking under the wind. Inside, crates stacked high created a maze of shadows. A perfect place for an ambush.
Veer stood in the center of it all, arms crossed, watching the entrance. His team was positioned strategically—Zayan at the north exit, Rudra near the catwalk above, Karan hidden behind a container, ready to strike.
Everything was set.
The Phantom would come for the stolen tech—except, there was no stolen tech.
There was only the Vipers waiting in the dark.
Tonight, she wouldn't escape.
The Arrival
At exactly 11:55 PM, the sound of an approaching vehicle echoed outside.
Right on time.
Through a crack in the warehouse door, Veer spotted a convoy of black SUVs rolling to a stop. The headlights cut off, and six armed men stepped out first.
Then—she emerged.
Same red dress. Same eerie confidence.
Even though she was walking straight into a trap, she didn't look afraid.
And that? That was the first warning sign.
The Turn
She took a few steps forward, heels clicking against the concrete, her men flanking her.
Then she smiled.
And that's when everything went to hell.
BOOM!
A shockwave ripped through the warehouse as the floor beneath Veer shook violently. The walls groaned, and somewhere in the distance, an explosion lit up the night.
Zayan cursed through the earpiece. "What the hell just happened?"
Karan muttered, "Wasn't this our trap?"
Veer's eyes snapped back to her. The Phantom was still smiling.
That's when she spoke.
"Did you really think you were the only ones setting a trap tonight?"
And then—all the warehouse doors burst open at once.
Armed men flooded in from every side.
Not hers.
Not theirs.
A third force.
The Real Enemy
Gunfire erupted as chaos exploded across the warehouse. The Vipers were under attack—by a force they didn't see coming.
Veer ducked as bullets rained down from the catwalks. He spotted Rudra taking cover behind a crate, picking off enemies with ruthless precision. Karan was already in motion, weaving through the shadows, knife flashing as he took a man down.
But the Phantom? She wasn't running.
She turned, firing back at the newcomers.
Not at them.
She was fighting them too.
That's when it hit Veer—she wasn't behind this.
She had been played. Just like them.
They had a bigger enemy.
And now?
They were all in the crossfire.