Hunting in france

Surya sat in the dimly lit Airbnb, his eyes scanning the encrypted call logs provided by the system. The details were intricate—multiple satellite relays, voice distortions, and rerouted signals attempting to mask the origin. However, none of these security measures could stand against his system's decryption capabilities.

**"System, isolate calls made within the last 48 hours and track their most consistent location in Paris."**

A holographic map flickered into view, pinpoints illuminating the cityscape. The majority of the transmissions had originated from three locations—one near a high-end hotel in the 8th arrondissement, another from an underground parking complex, and the last one from a quiet bookstore in the Latin Quarter.

**"Analyze movement patterns of the caller. Where do they linger the most?"**

The system processed the request within seconds.

**"Primary location detected: The Hotel Le Grande, Suite 407. Caller has spent significant time here over the past week."**

Surya's eyes narrowed. A hotel suite meant high-profile, possibly a secure meeting point. He needed to confirm his target before making a move.

**"System, scan this room for any electronic devices linked to the CIA operative."**

A soft ping echoed in his mind as the system detected a laptop and two smartphones connected to an encrypted network. The screen displayed real-time activity logs—an open email draft, a financial transaction record, and an unsent message detailing the upcoming exchange.

But then, another notification flashed in his mind.

**"Target detected. The CIA operative is inside the room, currently eating."**

Surya's smirk vanished, replaced by cold calculation. This changed everything. The agent wasn't out making deals—he was right there, vulnerable, unaware that death had already come knocking.

Dressing in a casual leather jacket and jeans, Surya exited the Airbnb and took a metro to the city center. The hotel was an elegant establishment catering to wealthy clientele, which meant security would be tight. As he entered the grand lobby, Surya scanned the area. Surveillance cameras covered every entrance, and a pair of guards stood near the elevators.

**"System, loop CCTV footage for the next 10 minutes."**

A small notification confirmed the action. To the security room, he was just another nameless guest.

Surya moved towards the concierge, putting on an air of importance. "I need a keycard replacement for Suite 407. My associate left it in the room."

The receptionist hesitated. "May I have your name, sir?"

Surya subtly activated his **Brainwave Manipulation** skill, ensuring his voice carried an aura of authority. "It's under the name William Carter."

The receptionist's eyes glossed over for a second before nodding. "Of course, Mr. Carter. Here is your key."

Taking the card, Surya made his way to the elevator, his mind already preparing for the confrontation ahead.

Surya stood in front of Suite 407, adjusting the white waiter's uniform he had procured from the hotel's service corridor. He balanced a tray with a covered dish, the aroma of freshly cooked steak wafting in the air. Disguising himself as room service would allow him to get close without raising suspicion.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. A few seconds passed before a voice answered, muffled but firm. "What is it?"

"Room service, sir. Your dinner order."

There was silence, then the distinct sound of footsteps approaching the door. The lock clicked, and the door opened slightly. The CIA operative, a middle-aged man with sharp features and wary eyes, peeked through the gap. He was still chewing, confirming the system's earlier scan that he had been eating inside the room.

"I didn't order anything," the man said, suspicion creeping into his voice.

Surya remained calm. "Compliments of the hotel, sir. A gesture for our valued guests." He lifted the tray slightly. "Steak, medium rare. Would you like me to set it inside?"

The man hesitated, glancing down the hallway as if expecting something. Surya felt the tension rise. Any wrong move, and he could blow his cover.

The operative sighed and opened the door wider. "Fine, set it on the table."

Surya stepped inside, his eyes subtly scanning the room. The laptop was open on the desk, messages still active on the screen.

Without hesitation, Surya activated Brainwave Manipulation. The man's pupils dilated slightly, his hands slackening as a subtle wave of control washed over him. For a moment, he was frozen, his mind bending under Surya's influence.

Surya leaned in, his voice calm but commanding. "Tell me everything about the exchange."

The operative's mouth opened, resistance flickering in his gaze, but Surya tightened his grip on the manipulation, pushing deeper. "Where. When. Who."

The man exhaled sharply, his expression going blank. "Tomorrow night. Pont Alexandre III. Buyer is an unidentified North Korean delegate. The blueprint will be exchanged for diamonds."

Surya's lips curled into a smirk. "Good. Now, hand over all your devices and passwords."

The agent moved robotically, gathering his phone and laptop before handing them over. Surya swiftly transferred all relevant data to his system, ensuring he had a complete dossier on the operation.

"Tell me," Surya's voice was cold and direct, "how did you obtain the nuclear fusion blueprint?"

The operative's voice was flat, devoid of resistance. "It was leaked from a U.S. research facility through an insider. The document was copied onto a secure drive and smuggled to Europe by an independent contractor."

Surya narrowed his eyes. "Who is this contractor?"

"Goes by the alias 'Specter.' No known nationality, operates in the gray zones of intelligence trading. Specializes in high-value information."

Surya processed the information quickly. If a wildcard like Specter was involved, this operation was more complex than just a rogue CIA operative selling secrets. He needed to neutralize the deal before it reached the wrong hands.

"Do you know Specter's location?"

The operative hesitated, a flicker of resistance surfacing before Surya reinforced his command. "Somewhere in the Paris underground. He only surfaces for exchanges."

Surya leaned back, considering his next move. The Pont Alexandre III exchange was still his priority, but now, he had a new name to track—Specter.

"John, proceed with the exchange as planned. Make no alterations."

The CIA operative, still under Surya's control, nodded blankly. "Understood."

Surya smirked. Now, he would have complete oversight of the operation. The stage was set, and all the pieces were in motion.

However, he would no longer be alone. Surya would be there in shadows, ensuring that the transaction went as expected while preparing an ambush. Using the system's predictive algorithms, he mapped out every possible escape route, setting the stage for a decisive strike when the moment was right.