TEERCES

That morning, shocking news spread across the nation.

"The government has officially terminated its contract with SIN as the country's intelligence agency. Starting today, all intelligence operations will be taken over by FTO," the news anchor's voice echoed across televisions nationwide.

At the SIN headquarters, tension filled the air. Agents gathered in the briefing room, watching the screen displaying a government official's speech.

Zunafets clenched his fists. "They've lost their minds… FTO is an illegal organization, and now they're being given full authority?"

Another agent grumbled. "This means we have no more jurisdiction. Our operations are being taken over."

Meanwhile, in a hidden apartment, Peter watched the news casually, sipping his coffee. Optimus and Odlan sat beside him, looking much more concerned.

"So, SIN is basically a fugitive now?" Odlan asked, glancing at Peter.

Peter shrugged. "Not fugitives. Just... no longer useful to the government. But this actually makes things interesting."

Optimus leaned back in his chair. "Interesting? This means we're on our own, Pete. No backup, no government resources."

Peter closed his laptop and smirked. "Exactly. Now we can move without restrictions. And trust me, this is just the beginning."

Peter stood up, stretching his arms. "Alright, enough sitting around. I have a mission to carry out—an infiltration."

Optimus and Odlan exchanged glances. "Wait, you're still going through with it? Even after the government cut SIN off?" Optimus asked.

Peter smirked. "If anything, this makes it easier. No bureaucratic chains holding me back."

Odlan frowned. "Where exactly are you infiltrating?"

Peter grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. "The counterfeit money operation. The same one I exposed. We need to find out who's behind it and how deep this corruption runs."

Optimus crossed his arms. "And you're going alone?"

Peter nodded. "Too many people will attract attention. I need to blend in. Besides, I work best alone."

Odlan sighed. "Fine, but we'll be your backup. If anything goes wrong, call us."

Peter gave them a thumbs-up before heading toward the door. "Don't worry. I always have an escape plan."

As he stepped out into the city streets, he pulled up his hoodie, blending into the crowd. The mission had officially begun.

Meanwhile, news of the government's decision to terminate its contract with SIN and replace it with FTO spread like wildfire.

On the screen, a news anchor spoke in a serious tone. "The government's decision to replace SIN with FTO has sparked major controversy. Many are questioning the background of this new organization and their alleged involvement in unresolved criminal activities."

A political analyst in the studio added, "This decision was made abruptly. SIN has a long-standing track record in national intelligence, yet they've been sidelined overnight. Meanwhile, there are reports linking FTO to illegal activities. Could there be a hidden agenda behind this move?"

Across the country, people were glued to their screens, processing the shocking news. Some were growing suspicious, while others started connecting the dots with the leaks exposed by the mysterious hacker, Teerces.

At a small coffee shop, a young man shook his head as he watched the news. "If the government is replacing SIN with FTO, doesn't that mean they're trying to cover something up?"

Elsewhere, in a police station, a group of officers exchanged uneasy glances. One of them muttered, "This is insane. We all know FTO isn't clean. And now they're official?"

The news sent ripples through the nation, stirring fear and suspicion. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Peter was already on the move, diving deeper into a conspiracy far bigger than anyone had imagined.

The chief of police slammed his hand on the desk, his face tense with frustration.

"Enough! We are not getting involved in this political mess," he said firmly, staring down his officers. "Our job is to maintain order, not question government decisions."

One officer hesitated before speaking. "But sir, FTO has a criminal background. If we let them take over intelligence operations, the whole country could be in danger."

The chief narrowed his eyes. "That's not our concern. Orders are orders. If we go against the government, we'll be labeled as traitors. Is that what you want?"

Silence filled the room. The officers exchanged worried glances. They knew the chief was just protecting his position, but deep down, many of them felt uneasy.

Outside the station, protests were breaking out. Citizens were growing restless, chanting for justice, demanding answers. The government's shady move wasn't sitting well with the public, and the pressure was building.

Meanwhile, Peter was already preparing for his next step. With the

Peter put on his NIS vest again, even though he knew the organization had been disbanded. To him, it wasn't just a uniform—it was a symbol of resistance.

He moved slowly toward the abandoned building, rumored to be the secret location of a massive counterfeit money operation. From the outside, it looked like an old, neglected factory, but according to his intel, it was still very much active inside.

Peter tapped the small earpiece in his ear. "I'm at the location," he whispered.

Zunafets' voice came through the comm. "Don't act recklessly. Gather enough evidence before making a move."

Peter smirked. "Relax, brother. I won't leave a trace… unless they find me first."

He pressed himself against the wall, scanning for a way in. Spotting a slightly open ventilation duct on the right side of the building, he climbed up and slipped inside, moving silently through the shadows.

Once inside, the faint hum of printing machines echoed in the distance. Peter narrowed his eyes, staring down the dark corridor ahead. "Alright," he muttered. "Let's see who's behind this mess."

Carefully, he advanced deeper, ready to expose the biggest scandal in the country.

Peter crawled through the narrow ventilation shaft, moving carefully to avoid making any noise. The dim light from below flickered as he peered through the small slits in the vent cover.

His breath hitched when he saw who was inside.

Valdro. The corrupt minister who had managed to escape justice.

But that wasn't what shocked him the most.

Standing beside Valdro was the director of SIN—the very organization Peter had once worked for, now supposedly disbanded by the government.

Peter's fingers tightened around his phone as he hit record, capturing the conversation below.

"The plan is still on schedule," Valdro said, his voice firm. "With FTO taking over, we have full control. But that hacker—Teerces—he's still a problem."

The SIN director nodded. "We'll find him. And when we do, we'll make sure he disappears for good."

Peter clenched his jaw. So SIN was compromised too…

His grip on the vent's edge tightened. He needed to get out with this evidence—but one wrong move, and he'd be caught before he even had a chance.

"Think, Peter. Think."

He took a deep breath, carefully planning his next move. This was bigger than he thought.

BOOM!

The explosion shook the entire building, triggering alarms and causing the lights to flicker.

Peter remained steady, his pistol still aimed at Valdro and the head of SIN. The guards hesitated, their fingers twitching over their triggers, unsure whether to shoot or retreat.

Outside, the sound of gunfire and shouting echoed through the halls.

Peter glanced at his watch and smirked. "Looks like my friends arrived earlier than expected."

Valdro's expression darkened. "You planned this."

Peter shrugged. "Of course. You think I'd walk in here without a way out?"

The head of SIN clenched his fists. "You're outnumbered, Peter. There's no escape."

Peter tilted his head. "Escape? Who said anything about escaping?"

He raised his phone, still recording. "Everything you just said is now backed up and ready to go public. Unless you want the entire world to know the truth, you might want to rethink your next move."

Valdro's jaw tightened as he realized the gravity of the situation.

Then, another BOOM!—closer this time.

Peter took the distraction as his cue and dived behind a desk, just as bullets started flying.

SIN agents dropped from the ceiling and burst through the side doors, fully armed.

"HANDS UP! GET ON THE GROUND!" one of the captains shouted.

Peter quickly moved to his team's side, keeping his gun trained on Valdro and the SIN director, who remained standing in the center of the room.

The director raised his hands, but his face stayed calm. "Do you really think this will end here?"

Valdro, now visibly panicked, reached for something inside his jacket—BANG! A warning shot from a SIN agent froze him in place.

Peter stepped forward, pressing his pistol to Valdro's head. "Game over."

Zunafets strode into the room with a firm gaze, locking eyes with his younger brother. "Peter, we're taking them back to HQ for interrogation."

Peter nodded, but before they could move, a loud alarm blared.

"BOMB ACTIVATED! WE NEED TO GET OUT!" one of the agents shouted.

Peter cursed under his breath. "Damn it, they had a backup plan."

The SIN team moved quickly. Peter grabbed Valdro and the SIN director, dragging them out while dodging debris falling from the collapsing building.

Outside, police sirens wailed in the distance.

That night, the world was about to change.

The video became undeniable evidence. Reports surfaced that the President had started to sense corruption brewing within the government.

The leak spread like wildfire. International streamers and journalists began covering the scandal, dissecting every detail of the government's secret dealings.

"This is beyond corruption," a famous foreign news anchor declared. "This is a national-level conspiracy with global implications!"

On social media, the hashtag #SicnarepLeaks trended worldwide. Protesters took to the streets, demanding justice and accountability.

Meanwhile, in a secure SIN hideout, Peter watched the chaos unfold on multiple screens.

"Well," Odlan smirked as he munched on a snack, "you really did it this time."

Peter leaned back, exhaling slowly. "This is only the beginning."

Zunafets looked at Peter with a serious expression. "Yo, you two are just regular citizens. So, you can either leave now or..."

Odlan and Optimus exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. "Alright, alright. We don't want to cause more trouble."

They walked out of the headquarters, still chuckling. "Be careful, Peter. Don't end up being a fugitive again," Optimus said before shutting the door.

Now, only Peter and Zunafets remained in the room. The atmosphere grew tense.

"You know this isn't over, right?" Zunafets said, crossing his arms.

Peter nodded slightly. "Of course. I started this, so I have to finish it."

Zunafets stepped closer, lowering his voice. "The president is starting to take action. He knows something is wrong in the government, but we don't know who we can trust."

Peter smirked. "That's why we need to act fast before they erase their tracks."

Zunafets let out a deep sigh. "There's a secret meeting tomorrow at the government building. High-ranking officials and the people behind FTO will be there. We can infiltrate and expose everything."

Peter nodded firmly. "Then let's start preparing now."

Peter leaned back slightly, his sharp eyes locked onto Zunafets. "What about Valdro and the head of SIN?"

Zunafets exhaled, rubbing his temple. "They're in custody for now, but it's complicated. We can't just parade them in front of the media without solid backing. If we move too soon, the government might cover everything up."

Peter tapped his fingers on the table. "So we need undeniable proof—something so explosive they can't bury it, no matter how hard they try."

Zunafets nodded. "Exactly. That's why we need to infiltrate the meeting tomorrow. If we expose them live, they won't have time to react."

Peter smirked. "Then let's make sure the whole world is watching."

Peter leaned back in his chair and looked at Zunafets with a relaxed smile. "How about we grab a meal at the diner? Let's invite Dad too, take a little break."

Zunafets studied his younger brother for a moment before nodding. "Alright, you've worked hard. But don't cause any trouble while we're out."

They set off for their favorite small diner. However, when they arrived, Peter was slightly delayed as he had to park his motorcycle a bit farther away. As he walked toward the diner, something caught his eye in a nearby trash bin—a crumpled flyer with bold lettering:

"TEERCES IS NOW A WANTED MAN BY FTO!"

Peter narrowed his eyes and picked up the flyer, scanning it quickly. FTO had officially declared him a fugitive and demanded Valdro's release.

"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath.

He stuffed the flyer into his jacket and hurried inside the diner.

Inside, Zunafets and their father were already seated, waiting for their order. Peter pulled out a chair and sat down, placing his jacket beside him.

"You're late," his father commented while sipping his tea.

Peter nodded, trying to mask his unease. "Yeah, traffic was bad."

Zunafets glanced at his brother, sensing something off. "Is there a problem?"

Peter hesitated for a moment before finally pulling out the flyer and placing it on the table. "Looks like I just got myself a new problem."

Zunafets picked up the flyer and read it carefully. His expression darkened. "So, FTO wants you out of the picture… and they're using Valdro as leverage."

Their father, who had been silent, sighed deeply and placed his cup down. "I told you, Peter, once you step too deep into this world, there's no turning back."

Peter leaned back, crossing his arms. "I never planned to turn back anyway." His eyes flickered with determination. "But this means we need to move fast. If FTO is publicly declaring me a fugitive, it's only a matter of time before bounty hunters and mercenaries start showing up."

Zunafets put the flyer down and looked at his brother seriously. "Then we need to strike first. We still have Valdro and the SIN chief. They're our only leverage."

Their father took another sip of his tea, seemingly calm despite the situation. "And what do you plan to do with them?"

Peter smirked. "Use them as bait."

Zunafets frowned. "That's dangerous."

Peter chuckled. "That's the point. We let FTO think they have a chance to free Valdro, but we'll be waiting for them."

Their father let out a low chuckle. "You really are my son."

Zunafets sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, but we need a solid plan. We can't afford any mistakes."

Peter took out his laptop and placed it on the table. "Then let's get to work."

Elsewhere, news about the true identity of Teerces began to spread widely. Social media was flooded with speculations and opinions, while major news channels started broadcasting information about who Teerces really was.

"Teerces, who has been known as a hacker and whistleblower, turns out to be Peter Nimoowahc, a former SIN agent who went rogue after exposing corruption within the government."

Some TV channels even aired old footage of Peter during his time as an agent, showcasing his extraordinary skills in technology and disguise. However, everything changed after he uncovered a massive case involving high-ranking officials within the government.

"He left because he could no longer tolerate the corruption within SIN, even revealing that many top officials in the organization were involved in illegal networks."

Videos showing Peter's actions, previously known only under the name Teerces, started going viral. His face, which had been hidden, was now the center of attention. Some media outlets even published interviews conducted with Peter before he disappeared, revealing the deep disappointment he felt toward his superiors at SIN.

"By exposing the truth, I hope those responsible will face the consequences they deserve," Peter had said in an interview taken a few years ago.

Meanwhile, the government, increasingly panicked by these revelations, responded by issuing an official statement. They stated that Peter Nimoowahc, known as Teerces, was a major threat to the stability of the country, and they would do everything in their power to capture him.

However, this statement only worsened the situation, as more people began to question the government's policies and who exactly was involved in these major crimes.

On the other hand, FTO, who had been operating under SIN's shadow, began to step into the spotlight. They started taking steps to control the situation and try to suppress the growing opposition against them.

A female reporter, with a determined look on her face, wrapped up her live broadcast, her voice strong as she concluded the news segment.

"And that's the latest update on the mysterious hacker Teerces, who has now been revealed as Peter Nimoowahc, a former SIN agent. Stay tuned for more developments as the government and various organizations scramble to deal with this crisis. I'm Sofia Martinez, and you've been watching the breaking news special. Back to you in the studio."

The screen transitioned to the show's logo as the camera panned out, and in the background, viewers could hear the newsroom buzzing with activity. The ratings for the broadcast were through the roof, as millions tuned in to catch every new update on the unfolding scandal.

Meanwhile, on social media, the story was taking on a life of its own. People from all walks of life were commenting on the revelations, sharing their thoughts, speculating on Peter's next move, and questioning the integrity of both SIN and FTO. Hashtags like #TeercesRevealed and #CorruptionUncovered quickly went viral.

As the debate continued online, the news channel shifted to a special live broadcast—a heated debate between two professors, each representing different views. One professor, an expert in political science, argued that the government's crackdown on Teerces and the revelations about SIN were proof that the country was on the brink of collapse due to systemic corruption. The other professor, a former government official, defended the state's actions, claiming that the public's demand for justice was being manipulated by outside forces, and that the real focus should be on national security and stability.

The discussion became intense, with both sides presenting their arguments passionately, but the audience was divided. Viewers at home couldn't help but weigh in, their comments scrolling across the screen. Some believed in the need for a radical change in leadership, while others felt that Teerces' actions were putting the country in jeopardy.

"Why is no one talking about the deeper implications of the government's corruption?" one tweet read. "Teerces did what the people needed, whether they like it or not."

"We need to stand strong. Our safety comes first," another tweet countered. "Teerces is a criminal, and the government is doing what it must to protect us."

The debate raged on as the nation seemed to be on the brink of an ideological battle, with Peter Nimoowahc, aka Teerces, at the center of it all.

In the background, the murmurs of political maneuvering and covert actions began to grow louder, hinting that this battle for the country's future was far from over.

Peter took a deep breath after typing his message on the laptop. His mind was in turmoil, every word he typed felt like carving a path that was getting darker and more dangerous. But he couldn't back out now. He had gone too far.

"My writing is in collaboration with agents from other countries to expose all the corruption. This country will fall apart in a short time because of the filthy rats in power," he typed quickly. His final words were a clear and direct threat, laying out everything in his mind without fear.

Once finished, Peter hit send and swiftly closed the laptop. He felt restless, but at the same time, he knew this was the only path left. Nothing could go back after this. The world as he knew it would soon change—for better or worse.

Without thinking twice, Peter stood up and walked over to the window of his apartment, staring out with sharp eyes. The city below seemed calm, but inside him, a storm was brewing. People were starting to know who he was. His face, name, and everything he had done were now widely known in the media.

Earlier, in the café, some people who had been sitting couldn't believe they had just seen Peter—Teerces—in person. They quickly contacted their friends, whispering about the presence of the man who had changed the face of this nation. Within moments, the world knew that Teerces was no longer just a legend. He was real, and that reality could never be taken back.

Peter sat back down at his desk, taking another deep breath. Out there, some people were probably already recognizing him, and he knew this would become a big problem. But what was bigger? Being a fugitive or letting the corruption continue unchecked?

"I have to go further," he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Peter was startled, but without hesitation, he answered it. "Peter," a serious voice came through the other end. It was someone from the international network he had long worked with.

"You know what's happening now, right?" the voice asked.

Peter nodded, even though the person on the other end couldn't see him. "I know. I've made a big move."

"We're ready. But you should know—every step you take brings you closer to the red line. They'll be hunting you harder."

"I'm ready," Peter responded firmly.

After hanging up, Peter knew what had to be done. No matter what happened, he couldn't stop. This country, tainted by corruption, needed to be cleaned. Maybe in a harsh way, but this was the only road he had.

He returned to his laptop and wrote one last message for his loyal followers, who were now many:

"It's time to destroy these filthy rats, one by one."

Without any doubt in his heart, Peter knew that this was just the beginning of a much bigger war.

As the rumors about Peter, or Teerces, spread further, streamers began picking up on the buzz. On live streams and forums, discussions heated up.

"There's talk that Teerces might be used by another country as a shield—offered protection in exchange for his skills." One popular streamer said, his voice heavy with intrigue. "But some are saying he should stay and continue his mission here. What do you think? Should he go or stay?"

The chat exploded with comments, some supporting Peter's move to safety, while others insisted that he should stay and finish what he had started. A huge debate quickly broke out in the live chat.

"He's our hero!" one commenter typed, "He should stay and destroy the corruption from within, not hide away!"

"Let him go, he's already done enough!" another countered, "He deserves safety. No one can fight this war alone."

As the debate continued, more media outlets began covering the story. The headlines ranged from "Teerces: The International Hero or Fleeing Fugitive?" to "A Nation Divided: Should Teerces Stay or Leave?" Each one reflecting the uncertainty surrounding Peter's future and the growing tension in the public's perception.

Meanwhile, in his apartment, Peter sat with his back to the window, watching the world around him. The decision was no longer just about what was right for the country—it was about what was right for him. Could he truly continue to fight, or was it time to walk away and ensure his own survival?

His phone buzzed again. This time, it was an encrypted message from one of his contacts.

"The world is watching, Peter. You must decide quickly. If you stay, the government will come after you harder than ever. But if you leave, they may consider you a traitor."

Peter stared at the message, his mind racing. The weight of the world felt even heavier now.

On the other side, Odlan sat in front of the television, his eyes wide as the news continued to play. Everything he had feared had finally been exposed. Everything that had been hidden was now revealed to the public. Peter, or Teerces, was no longer a mysterious figure. He was a fugitive now known not only in his own country but around the world.

His mother entered the room, noticing the shocked expression on her son's face. "Odlan, what happened? Is it... Peter...?" she asked anxiously.

Odlan let out a long sigh, trying to hide the worry on his face. "Yes, Mom. It's all been exposed. Peter... he can't come back anymore."

His mother paused for a moment, her expression full of confusion. "But why didn't he tell you? Why didn't he come to us directly?"

Odlan lowered his gaze, staring at the television screen showing Peter's image— a face he knew so well, now filled with tension and burden. "He had to make tough choices, Mom. The world is watching him now. Sometimes, staying silent is the best way to protect the ones we love."

His mother fell silent, concern written all over her face. Odlan knew that what Peter had done wasn't just for the truth—it was also to protect them all.

"So, what are you going to do now?" his mother asked, her voice trembling.

Odlan turned his gaze to the window, as if looking for an answer outside. "I'm going to find a way to help him. Whatever happens, we can't let this go."

"But he's gone too far, Odlan. You have to be careful."

Odlan nodded, trying to hide his fear. "I know, Mom. But this isn't just about him. It's about all the people trapped in a broken system."

In his heart, Odlan knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy. But he couldn't let Peter fight alone.