{ The city lights blurred beneath the helicopter’s silent shadow as Agent Stiring adjusted the cuffs of his tactical suit, a custom weave of stealth fiber and nanomesh armor. His mission was simple: infiltrate the high-rise, extract the stolen intel, and vanish without leaving a trace. Precision and speed — that was the plan }

{ Gliding down the side of the building on a near-invisible cable, he slipped through an open terrace, landing silently on polished marble. Every move was calculated, every breath controlled. Stiring ghosted through the empty halls, bypassing security with effortless ease. The server room loomed just ahead, a fortress of glass and steel }

{ But as he rounded a corner, he froze }

{ Standing in the center of the hallway was a figure that shouldn’t have been there —a tall, sharply angular man with exaggerated proportions — particularly long legs, narrow waist, and broad shoulders, giving him a sleek, menacing silhouette. His face is sharply defined with high cheekbones, a pronounced jawline, a long nose, and narrow, intense eyes that convey arrogance and cunning }

{ He is dressed in a formal, black double-breasted suit with a dark blue shirt underneath, giving him a stylish yet villainous appearance. His hair is dark and slicked back neatly, further emphasizing his meticulous and cold nature. A standout feature is his mechanical right hand: a metallic claw with segmented fingers that adds a dangerous, high-tech edge to his character. glinting. It was Tristin McCarther— or better know as, Killian. A nickname Stirling gave him himself. An internationally wanted criminal mastermind, presumed halfway across the world }

{ Their eyes locked }

{ For a moment, time hung suspended. The mission was compromised. Backup was a distant dream. Stirings instincts screamed at him to retreat, but his pride — and his training — forced him to stand his ground }

{ Stiring tilted his head slightly, amused }

”Well, well,”

{ He said in a voice as smooth as velvet and twice as intimidating }

”You’re not on the guest list, Killian. Care to tell me where your little buddy is before I knock it out of you?”