Unraveling Specter

The safe house was a modest, unassuming apartment on the outskirts of Paris. Its dimly lit interior was sparsely furnished, a temporary refuge meant for fleeting stays. John wasted no time securing the doors and windows, while Specter casually leaned against a wall, his arms crossed, observing Surya with keen interest.

Surya, seated on a worn-out chair, laced his fingers together and studied Specter intently. "Who are you? And who do you work for?" His tone was calm, yet it carried an unmistakable authority.

Specter smirked. "I could ask you the same, but something tells me you already know the answer."

Surya remained silent, his sharp gaze locked onto the man before him. The system had already provided fragments of information about Specter, but there were still gaps—ones he intended to fill.

"System, analyze Specter's neural patterns. Detect signs of deception."

A translucent overlay appeared in Surya's vision, tracking Specter's physiological responses. His heart rate remained steady, breathing controlled—either he was a master at deception or simply unbothered by the situation.

Surya leaned forward slightly. "You're skilled. Not many people can mask their body language under pressure. That means you're either intelligence-trained or part of a private organization."

Specter's smirk deepened. "You're not wrong. But let's just say my loyalties aren't tied to any single flag. I work for those who pay well—and for those who have a cause worth backing."

John scoffed from the other side of the room. "A mercenary, then?"

Specter shrugged. "If that's what you want to call it. Though I prefer 'operative for hire.' Has a better ring to it."

Surya tapped his fingers against the table. "And who hired you for this operation? The British? Or someone else?"

Specter's expression darkened just for a second before returning to its usual composed self. "Now, that's privileged information."

Surya didn't need Specter to confess outright. His system had already picked up on the microexpression—a brief flicker of unease.

"System, extract and cross-reference all known private military and intelligence networks Specter may be linked to."

The response was near-instantaneous. A list of potential affiliations flashed before Surya's eyes—several high-profile private intelligence firms, a few black ops divisions, and an unregistered organization operating within European intelligence circles.

He smirked. "You don't need to answer. I already know."

Specter's eyes narrowed. "Do you, now?"

Surya's voice was laced with certainty. "You're connected to an entity that operates in the shadows of MI6 and the CIA—an unofficial division that works off the books, handling tasks neither agency wants to be directly tied to. That means you're expendable to them."

Specter's jaw tightened, the first real sign of discomfort. "You're dangerous, Surya. I like that. But knowing too much can also get you killed."

Surya's smirk didn't waver. "Funny, I was about to say the same to you."

Unbeknownst to Specter, Surya had already manipulated his brain, subtly nudging his thoughts, steering his instincts. The tension in the air remained, but Specter's subconscious was now susceptible to Surya's influence—a silent war waged within his mind.

Before the tension could settle, Surya suddenly pulled out his suppressed pistol and shot John in the head. The silenced gunshot echoed briefly before fading into the stillness of the safe house.

Specter didn't flinch. If anything, his smirk widened. "Well, that certainly simplifies things."

Surya exhaled, lowering his weapon. "I don't like complications. Now, are you going to be one?"

Specter chuckled. "Not at all. In fact, I think we're going to work very well together."

Surya gave him a long, calculating look before reaching for John's phone. With a few quick commands, the system bypassed its security measures and began extracting data.

"System, hack into John's phone. Retrieve all communication logs, encrypted messages, and recent transactions."

A stream of data scrolled before Surya's eyes. Hidden accounts, contact names, and most importantly—a direct link to William, Specter's handler.

Surya narrowed his eyes. "System, identify William's organization."

A new set of data flashed before him, confirming Specter's deeper involvement with an elite black-ops organization operating beyond governmental oversight. The pieces were finally falling into place.

Specter's smirk faltered slightly. "You really don't waste time, do you?"

Surya pocketed the phone and met Specter's gaze. "Time is a luxury I don't have. Now, let's see what you has been up to."

"System, compile and analyze all intelligence on William's organization."

The system responded with a series of files detailing covert operations, financial backers, and a network of operatives spanning multiple countries. Surya's lips curled into a knowing smile.

"Looks like I've just found my next target."

Surya leaned back, arms crossed, watching as Specter absorbed the revelation. The name of his organization, spoken aloud, carried a weight that neither of them could ignore. Sparrow, Specter's handler, was deeply embedded in the shadows of global intelligence, but now, Surya had pulled him into the light.

Specter exhaled slowly, his usual smirk absent for once. "So, you really do know everything."

Surya remained impassive. "Enough to know your organization operates beyond the jurisdiction of any nation, tied to black-budget projects and clandestine operations."

Specter chuckled dryly, shaking his head. "And what do you plan to do with that information?"

Surya's gaze darkened. "That depends. I don't waste time with people who have no value to me."

Specter for first time saw devil 😈 in front of him.

"System, locate Sparrow's last known position and predict his current trajectory."

A digital overlay flashed before Surya's eyes, marking Sparrow's movements across Europe. The system calculated his most likely destination—Berlin.

Surya smirked. "Looks like I'm headed to Germany."

Specter's brow furrowed. "You're going after Sparrow personally?"

Surya nodded. "I don't leave loose ends. Besides, if he's as important as I think he is, he'll have connections I need to exploit."

Before leaving the safehouse, Surya smirked and said "don't worry sparrow will follow you soon there" and shot him in head without waiting for any response.Surya had extracted all the information he needed—keeping him alive would have been a liability.As Specter's body slumped lifelessly, Surya quickly wiped the gun clean and disposed of any traces. He stepped into the shadows, his mind already focused on the next step.

"System, acquire travel routes to Berlin with minimal traceability."

Surya's mind filled with real-time options—private flights, backdoor train entries, and even stolen identities that would allow him to slip past security undetected.

Berlin awaited, and with it, the next phase of his plan. Sparrow had no idea what was coming for him.