Hunting II

The next day evening, Surya arrived at the exchange site—Pont Alexandre III with john. The elegant bridge stretched across the Seine, a blend of beauty and historical significance. But today, it would serve as a battleground.

Surya had already moniteted the movements around the area. Using the system, he had set up an ambush, ensuring every possible escape route was covered. Drones hovered discreetly above, their cameras feeding live footage into his interface. Hidden automatic snipers and machine guns were calibrated, ready to eliminate threats with precision.

His plan was simple—let the exchange commence, confirm the identity of intermediary specter , and then strike. He would eliminate the North Korean delegate, secure the diamonds, and ensure that John, the CIA operative, played his role without deviation.

Two parties arrived at the meeting site. One group was North Korean, their sharp suits and disciplined mannerisms marking their military ties. The other group, was led by a British-looking operative with a specialized team.

"System, identify the British operatives."

A second later, the system's response flashed across Surya's interface. The British group was no ordinary delegation; they were MI6.

John, the CIA operative, presented the blueprint and transferred the file to the North Koreans. The exchange had begun.

Surya stood at the edge of a rooftop overlooking the Seine, the cool Parisian night wrapping around him like a silent shroud. Below, the exchange unfolded under the dim glow of the streetlights on Pont Alexandre III. The tension was palpable.

His interface displayed real-time visuals of the targets. The North Korean delegation stood rigid, their expressions unreadable, while the British operatives kept their hands close to their coats, likely concealing weapons. John, the CIA operative, maintained an air of confidence as he spoke to the Koreans, but Surya could detect the stiffness in his posture. He was playing his role well, but he was also expendable if anything went wrong.

Specter, the mysterious intermediary, remained still, his presence commanding without effort. Surya had already decided that Specter might be useful for future endeavors, and John was still an asset. The rest, however, were liabilities.

"System, lock automatic snipers on all targets except John and Specter."

A digital ripple spread across his vision as the system confirmed his command. Red markers appeared over the heads of the British operatives and the North Koreans. The drones stationed above recalibrated, their high-powered rifles zeroing in on vital points. The machine guns hidden within the perimeter adjusted their angles, ready to unleash devastation at Surya's signal.

Surya took a slow breath, steadying himself. He had planned for every possible contingency. If the North Koreans or the British made a move, he would execute them before they could blink.

"System, maintain target lock. Do not fire until I give the command."

The system acknowledged, keeping the snipers locked in position, awaiting his final order.

Below, the North Korean delegate finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. "We have fulfilled our end of the bargain. The diamonds are here." He motioned to a man behind him, who stepped forward carrying a sleek, black briefcase. With a click, the case opened, revealing rows of precisely cut diamonds, their facets gleaming under the dim lights.

John glanced at the case, his expression carefully neutral. He handed over a secure hard drive, the fake blueprint Surya had planted earlier. The deception was flawless—at least for now.

The North Korean delegate examined the drive before nodding. "It seems everything is in order." He turned to one of his men. "Confirm the contents."

The operative plugged the drive into a portable terminal, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. A moment later, he frowned. "Something is wrong. This is not the full data set."

Surya's eyes narrowed. He had accounted for every possibility, but the North Koreans were more thorough than expected. Before they could react further, he gave the order.

"System, fire."

In an instant, the night erupted into chaos.

The hidden automatic snipers fired in perfect synchronization. Silenced rounds tore through the British operatives first, their bodies collapsing before they could draw their weapons. The North Korean soldiers barely had time to react before a second volley cut them down.

John ducked instinctively, shielding himself behind the briefcase as bullets whizzed past him. Specter, as calculated as ever, remained still, merely watching as the massacre unfolded.

The lone surviving North Korean, the one checking the drive, scrambled backward, reaching for a concealed pistol. Surya exhaled calmly.

"System, eliminate the last target."

A final shot rang out, and the North Korean slumped to the ground.

Silence settled over the bridge, broken only by the distant hum of the city. The exchange site was now a scene of clinical destruction—no witnesses left, no loose ends.

John, shaken but composed, picked up the diamonds. He turned to Specter, who gave him a knowing look. "Seems your mysterious guardian angel had a plan of his own."

Surya, still perched on the rooftop, watched as Specter and John made their quiet exit. His mission was complete, but he knew this was only the beginning.

"System, erase all evidence of our intervention."

As the bodies were wiped from surveillance feeds and the weapons disappeared into the night.