The Hunt for Sparrow

The icy wind of Berlin cut through the night as Surya stepped out of the private terminal. Disguised under a new alias, he blended seamlessly into the bustling crowd at Brandenburg Airport. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings as he activated the system interface in his mind.

**"System, locate Sparrow."**

A map materialized in his vision, pinpointing a location in the heart of the city. **"Confirmed. Sparrow is currently residing in a secure penthouse at the Adlon Kempinski Hotel."**

Surya wasted no time. Hailing a cab, he directed the driver toward the luxury hotel, his mind already weaving through possible approaches. Unlike previous missions, where brute force and stealth had been his primary tools, this operation required finesse. Sparrow was no ordinary handler—her ties ran deep within intelligence networks, and extracting information from her without setting off alarms would be a delicate task.

Upon arrival, Surya didn't enter through the grand entrance. Instead, he took a detour, accessing the hotel's service wing. The system had already pulled up staff schedules, camera placements, and security protocols. Within minutes, he was inside, dressed as a hotel technician. He adjusted the ID badge clipped to his belt and moved toward the service elevator.

**"System, scan for electronic devices inside the penthouse."**

**"Scanning… Warning: The entire room is heavily bugged with multiple surveillance and counter-surveillance measures."**

Surya narrowed his eyes. This meant Sparrow was either extremely cautious or expecting trouble. Either way, it complicated his approach. He needed to disable the bugs without tipping off whoever was monitoring the feed.

**"System, isolate surveillance signals and create a feedback loop to prevent live monitoring."**

**"Executing… Done. The surveillance feed will now loop previous footage until manually reset."**

The elevator chimed as it reached the top floor. With precise movements, Surya made his way to Sparrow's suite, his silenced pistol resting against his hip. But as he approached the door, the system sent another warning.

**"Alert: Last electronic activity detected in the penthouse was two hours ago."**

Surya's brows furrowed. Either Sparrow had abandoned the location, or he was being led into a trap. The room appeared empty on security cameras, but something was off.

**"System, analyze room conditions."**

**"Analysis complete. Minor disturbances detected—subtle displacement of objects and faint thermal residues suggest recent movement."**

Surya exhaled slowly. **"She's coming back."**

His grip tightened on his weapon as he took position. Now, it was a waiting game. Hidden in the shadows, he let the system guide him to the best vantage point, ensuring he had a full view of the entrance. After two hours of tense silence, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.

The door clicked open. Surya steadied his breath as three figures entered the suite. Without hesitation, he raised his pistol, firing two silenced shots in quick succession. The guards behind Sparrow collapsed instantly, lifeless before they hit the floor.

Sparrow froze, her expression a mix of shock and calculation. Surya smirked, lowering his gun but keeping it ready.

**"We need to talk,"** he said, his voice calm and composed.

She narrowed her eyes but didn't move. **"You're not here to kill me?"**

Surya leaned against the wall, enjoying the tension. **"Depends on how useful you are."**

A slow smirk formed on Sparrow's lips. **"Then I suggest you start asking the right questions."**

Surya's eyes darkened as he took a step closer. **"How many intelligence agencies are part of the Enigma organization?"**

Sparrow hesitated, but the system was already one step ahead. **"Analysis in progress… accessing memory pathways."**

Surya watched intently as the system overlay revealed fragmented yet telling information—CIA, MI6, and a few rogue Mossad operatives were all involved. He observed her microexpressions, confirming the data's authenticity.

**"You're hiding something,"** he stated coldly.

Sparrow exhaled, realizing resistance was futile. **"Enigma is bigger than you think. You've only scratched the surface."**

Surya smirked. **"Then I guess I'll have to dig deeper."**

He stepped forward, pressing the barrel of his pistol against her knee. "How many intelligence agencies are part of Enigma?"

Sparrow hesitated, calculating her options. The system, however, was already at work, synchronizing with her biometric responses. Surya could see the subtle fluctuations in her heartbeat, the involuntary twitches of her fingers. She was stalling.

He pulled the trigger. The suppressed shot barely made a sound, but the pain was instant. Sparrow screamed, collapsing onto the floor as blood spread beneath her.

"Next one won't be your leg," Surya warned coldly. "Talk."

Through gritted teeth, Sparrow finally spoke. "CIA… MI6… some ex-Mossad operatives… They're all part of it. Enigma isn't just an agency—it's a coalition."

Surya's system was already verifying her words, pulling information from her phone and laptop. In a matter of seconds, he had what he needed. Among the intercepted messages, one name stood out—Titan. And according to both Sparrow's memories and the system's scan, Titan was currently in London, at the U.S. High Commission.

A cruel smirk spread across Surya's lips. "Thank you for your cooperation."

Sparrow's eyes widened in realization, but before she could react, Surya fired again, this time hitting her other leg. She gasped in pain, trembling on the bloodstained floor.

"You're still trying to buy time," Surya muttered. "I don't like that."

Sparrow's defiance wavered as she clenched her teeth, pain making her breathing ragged. Surya, however, had already extracted everything he needed—from her words, her laptop, and her memories. With one final, precise shot, he ended her life.

As her body slumped lifelessly to the floor, Surya turned his attention to her laptop. It was time to cover his tracks.