End game

Surya stepped into the lavish office, the air thick with the scent of expensive leather and old cigars. The man sitting before him—Alexander with a mask—leaned back in his chair, little fazed by the bloodbath that had taken place outside his door but quickly adjusted his expression. His conference call screen still flickered, showing the frozen expressions of the men who had been attending virtually.

Alexander smiled, his hands folded in front of him. "This is surprise, so there are still people i didn't know about ."

Surya didn't respond immediately. He circled the desk, his boots clicking softly against the marble floor. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled a chair and sat across from Alexander, his gun resting lazily on his lap.

"What is Project Eclipse's endgame?" Surya's voice was cold, measured.

Alexander chuckled. "You already know the answer, don't you?"

Surya's finger twitched against the trigger. "I want to hear it from you."

The older man exhaled. "Control. True control. Not just over intelligence agencies, but over governments, economies, entire populations. A world where information flows through a single filter. No more divided nations—just order."

Surya's expression remained unreadable. "And who holds the keys?"

Alexander smirked. "The Architect. But you knew that, too."

The system spoke in Surya's mind. "He's stalling. Buying time for external reinforcements."

Surya sighed, placing his pistol on the table and leaning in slightly. "And that's you ,I don't care about your utopia. This freak show you're orchestrating? It ends tonight."

For the first time, Alexander's smirk faded. "You think killing me will stop it?"

Surya said " Don't worry , you will meet those people in hell soon".

A single shot echoed through the room. Blood splattered against the pristine white walls, and Alexander's body slumped over the desk, his lifeless eyes still staring at the screen.

The conference call screen flickered. The remaining attendees, now aware of Alexander's fate, were frozen in shock, they thought they were untouched, and just now their leader whom they didn't know was just killed.

Surya leaned in, wiping the barrel of his gun against Alexander's expensive suit. He tilted his head slightly, watching the men on the screen with cold amusement.

"Gentlemen," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "I assume you understand the situation."

One of the older men, his face partially hidden in the dim lighting, tried to compose himself. "Do you have any idea what you're doing? You—"

"I know exactly what I'm doing," Surya interrupted, his tone sharp. He picked up Alexander's phone and tapped the speaker. "You thought Project Eclipse would stay in the shadows forever? Thought no one would uncover your grand plan?"

A nervous silence filled the virtual room.

Surya turned to his team. "System, begin the leak. Spread every document, every transaction record, every classified file related to Project Eclipse onto the dark web."

"Affirmative. Uploading data to over 300 high-traffic dark web forums and encrypted communication channels."

A few seconds later, the system confirmed: "Leak successful. Thousands of users accessing files. Several intelligence agencies already monitoring unusual data traffic."

The panic on the screen was instant. Some of the men disconnected immediately, realizing the gravity of the situation. Others frantically whispered to their associates.

Surya smirked. "You have two options: shut down this operation yourself or watch as the world burns you alive."

One of the men, a European banker judging by his surroundings, clenched his jaw. "You have no idea what you've just done. This won't end with us."

Surya's eyes darkened. "No, it won't. But I'll be coming for the rest of you soon."

With that, he cut the connection.

Turning to his squad, he exhaled. "System, monitor global reactions. I want to see how quickly the pieces start falling."

The war was no longer in the shadows. It had just begun.