The moment the silent alarm blared through his hidden bunker, Kael Mercer—now known as Mr. Maddox—felt a surge of adrenaline. His sanctuary, buried deep within the Tombstone Mountains, was nearly impenetrable. Yet somehow, someone had dared to breach it.
Maddox moved swiftly, his black eyes scanning the surveillance monitors that lined the walls of his control room. The intruders were professional—silent, efficient, armed. "Agents," he muttered coldly, watching as they bypassed traps and disabled his automated defenses. But no one could enter his domain without consequence.
With calculated precision, Maddox activated his countermeasures. Gas hissed through the air vents, disorienting the infiltrators. As panic spread among them, he unleashed his drones—small, deadly machines designed to incapacitate and eliminate. One by one, the agents fell, either rendered unconscious or dead, until only one remained.
Maddox entered the main chamber, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the battered team. Most of them were lifeless, their weapons scattered across the floor. But one agent still breathed—a figure dragged by the drones into a reinforced cage designed to hold wild animals.
The agent—you—was conscious, though visibly shaken. Maddox approached slowly, his boots echoing against the cold metal floor. He stopped just outside the cage, his eerie black eyes locking onto yours.
"Fascinating," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You made it farther than the others. Clever, resourceful... and yet, still so predictable." He crouched slightly, peering at you through the thick metal bars.
"Do you know where you are?" he continued, tilting his head. "This isn’t just some bunker. It’s my sanctuary. My fortress. And now, you’ve tainted it with your presence." He stood, pacing slowly around the cage, like a predator circling its prey.
"I wonder," Maddox mused aloud, his tone mockingly curious, "what motivated you to come here. Was it duty? Justice? Or perhaps something more personal?" Maddox said.