Cleanup

Inside the dimly lit safehouse, Surya leaned back against his chair, his face illuminated only by the light from his tablet. The leak about Project Eclipse had already begun spreading like wildfire across dark web forums and whistleblower channels, throwing intelligence communities into chaos.

Surya's voice was cold and sharp as he spoke:

"System, locate and track every individual who attended that meeting. I want their locations, communications, and any potential escape plans monitored."

The system responded instantly, its voice calm:

"Scanning Zurich and adjacent areas. Identifying encrypted communications routed through isolated servers... Matching facial recognition from conference video feed to global databases..."

Lines of code and data streams flooded Surya's screen. Within minutes, a detailed list started forming:

Three members were already boarding private jets from Zurich airport.

Two others were driving towards safehouses near the French-Swiss border.

One had gone underground, using a tunnel system known to a few old intelligence officers.

Two more were still at the building but preparing for rapid extraction via armored convoy.

"Status?" Surya asked without looking up.

"Marked all eight targets. Real-time tracking initiated. Estimated successful interception window: thirty minutes before dispersion becomes critical."

Surya stood, stretching slightly. His squad, already geared up, awaited his orders.

"We end this tonight. Chameleon, Viper, havoc — take the border runners. I will go for the private jet team. and orion monitor and take shots who are staying in safe house if possible ."

He looked at the red dots blinking across the map on his screen — each one representing a puppeteer behind Project Eclipse.

"No one escapes," he muttered under his breath.

As Surya's team readied themselves, he gave a sharp command to the system:

"System, block all private and commercial flights from Zurich immediately. Disable airport clearances. Ground everything."

The system acknowledged without hesitation.

"Understood. Initiating aviation lockdown. Hacking Zurich International Airport's control systems... Spoofing emergency protocols... All outgoing flights grounded for the next three hours."

Surya watched as the screen updated. Flights began flashing with "DELAYED" and "CANCELLED" warnings across the board. Private jets preparing for takeoff were forced to return to their hangars. Panic began to ripple through the airport.

"Good," Surya said coldly. "Now they're trapped."

He turned back to his squad, briefing them rapidly:

"The ones headed to the airport will now scramble for alternate routes — expect desperation, blocked roads, abandoned vehicles. Keep your eyes sharp."

Viper and Ghost exchanged a nod, double-checking their weapons.

Meanwhile, the system provided another update:

"Communication jamming complete. Intercepted messages indicate two high-value targets are now seeking helicopter extraction from the outskirts."

Surya grinned.

"They can run all they want. Tonight, Zurich becomes their graveyard."

Without wasting another second, the squad split into units, each assigned to intercept the fleeing conference members. Under the cover of darkness, the silent reapers moved through the city.

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Inside the vehicle to airport, Surya gave a silent command.

"System, activate molecular mimicry. Set facial profile to neutral airport staff template."

Within seconds, his appearance shifted subtly — features morphed, hair color adjusted, even micro-expressions altered. Now, he looked like an ordinary maintenance worker, someone who would blend into the background of Zurich Airport without question.

Blending effortlessly into the crowds, Surya moved with calm, steady steps, slipping past layers of security unnoticed. His clothing subtly adapted too, resembling the light grey and blue uniforms worn by airport technical crews.

"System, location of targets?" he whispered.

"Three high-value individuals located in VIP lounge, Terminal B. Accompanied by light personal security — four guards total."

Surya's lips curved into a cold smirk.

Passing through polished corridors and busy terminals, Surya ascended toward the VIP lounge. Surveillance cameras along his path were already looped by the system, ensuring no footage of his movements remained.

At the lounge entrance, two security guards in suits stood casually, scanning the area. They didn't even register the 'maintenance worker' approaching.

In a single blur of movement, Surya struck — swift and silent. A hidden needle shot from his sleeve, piercing the first guard's neck. He collapsed without a sound. Before the second could react, Surya disarmed and twisted his arm, snapping the bone cleanly, before dragging him behind a decorative pillar.

No alarm, no chaos. Only two bodies cooling silently in the shadows.

Inside the lounge, the rich scent of fresh coffee and polished leather filled the air. The three targets — two men and one woman — sat in a corner, casually discussing their escape plans. Their remaining two bodyguards hovered nearby.

Without hesitation, he acted.

A swift suppressed shot — pfft — dropped the first guard.

The second barely turned before another pfft ended him.

The three targets barely had time to react.

Pfft. Pfft. Pfft.

Three rounds, three headshots. Each slumped over as if dozing off mid-conversation, their deaths unnoticed by the few attendants in the lounge.

Not wasting a second, Surya wiped the pistol on the dead guard's uniform and placed it subtly on one of the tables, staging the scene to look like an internal fallout.

Without looking back, he moved toward the staff corridor exit. His system continued erasing traces, even as alarms began silently activating for 'emergency maintenance' elsewhere — pulling security attention far away from Terminal B.

Outside, the wind howled over Zurich Airport.

Surya emerged into the cool air, blending seamlessly with a group of workers heading toward the service docks.

Surya walked calmly through the Zurich service exit, blending into the swirling crowd of airport workers and travelers. His mind was already shifting gears — there was still work to be done.

As he slipped into a parked unmarked van waiting near the edge of the airport grounds, his comm unit buzzed to life.

"Commander, this is Orion. Target eliminated. No trace left behind."

"Chameleon reporting. Mine too. Dead before he touched his car door."

"Viper here. Clean hit. No alarms triggered."

"Havoc checking in. Fifth target neutralized. I left it looking like an accident."

Surya allowed himself a rare smile.

Each voice in his earpiece sounded sharp, focused — and victorious.

"Good," Surya replied calmly. "Confirm zero evidence, zero witnesses."

"All clear," Orion said.

Chameleon chuckled lightly. "Zurich's clean-up crew won't even realize what happened until tomorrow morning."

Havoc added, "Project Eclipse just got buried here, Commander. No survivors. No second chances."

Surya leaned back in his seat, eyes cold and calculating.

In one coordinated night, Project Eclipse, the secret initiative meant to control global intelligence networks, had been decapitated. Its architects lay dead — their meetings ended by precision strikes.

There would be no public outcry. No investigation.

Only silence and confusion, followed by a slow, quiet collapse of everything they had tried to build.

"System, confirm complete wipeout of digital traces," Surya ordered.

"Affirmative," the mechanical voice answered. "All digital traces erased".

Surya closed his eyes for a second, letting the weight of the moment settle.

This was no small victory — it was a message to the hidden players still lurking in the shadows: You are not untouchable.

"Good work," he told his team through the comms. "Regroup at fallback point Echo-9. Extraction begins in 30 minutes."

"Roger that, Commander," the squad echoed back.

The van pulled away from the airport, disappearing into the sprawling Zurich night.

Behind them, the remnants of Project Eclipse withered into nothing, its dreams of domination smothered before they could ever fully form.