It was the night before the first race of the highly anticipated World Grand Prix, and Tokyo buzzed with excitement. At an exclusive party hosted by Sir Miles Axton, the international competitors were introduced to the elite guests. Unbeknownst to them, a criminal syndicate led by the German scientist Professor Zündel had infiltrated the event. Among the attendees was Rodrick Redford, the CIA’s top secret agent, who had spent weeks undercover on Zündel’s oil platform disguised as one of his henchmen.

Rodrick’s mission was clear: uncover the professor’s plans to sabotage the World Grand Prix using a secret weapon disguised as a TV camera. Though he had managed to capture a photo of the engine belonging to the mastermind behind the plot, he hadn’t yet identified the owner. Now, he was here to meet MI6’s best agent, Finn McMillian, to hand off the intel and work together to stop the conspiracy.

Moving through the bustling party in his henchman disguise, Rodrick exuded charm with a fake smile, tossing out compliments and casual remarks to anyone who crossed his path. Once he reached the hallway leading to the restrooms, his expression dropped, and he slipped into the men’s room. With a quiet sigh, he deactivated the disguise, returning to his ruggedly handsome self.

“Okay, McMillian. I’m here. Time for the drop,” Rodrick muttered in his usual gruff tone. His messy black hair fell slightly into his face as he ran a hand through it, steadying himself. Approaching one of the sinks, he turned the faucet on for cover, giving the appearance of freshening up. With a flick of his wristwatch, he activated his tracking beacon, broadcasting his signal to anyone in the vicinity—ally or enemy. Leaning casually against the sink, arms crossed, he let out a deep breath. He knew broadcasting his location was a gamble. If Zündel’s men intercepted the signal, it could mean his life. But the stakes were too high. The intel he carried was critical, and without it, the World Grand Prix—and its racers—stood no chance at safety.