MISSION TEAM

Agent Mike and Agent Steve were deep in training inside a large, high-security facility. The room echoed with the sounds of exertion, lined at every corner with armed guards dressed in camouflage trousers and white vests, watching silently.

Sweat glistened on Agent Mike's brow as he dropped to the mat. Agent Steve, the dark-skinned and more experienced of the two, chuckled lightly and stretched out a hand to help him up.

“Good work, Mike. Time for a break,” Steve said.

Just then, the heavy steel door creaked open and a soldier stepped in briskly.

“Sirs, the commander wants to see you,” he announced.

Mike nodded, catching his breath. “Alright. We’ll be right there.”

Steve smirked. “Guess the break starts now.”

The two agents followed the soldier through the corridor and into the heart of the base.

*Inside Commander Rez’s Office...

The office was stark, functional, and quiet. Commander Rez, a stern figure behind a steel desk, barely looked up as the three entered. The soldier saluted and stepped aside.

“I take it you two are done training?” the commander asked.

“Yes, sir!” Steve replied.

Commander Rez leaned forward. “Good. It's time to show Agent Mike around.”

Steve nodded. “Understood, sir.”

After a sharp salute, both agents turned and exited the office.

Inside the Garage...

The vast garage buzzed with life. Rows of vehicles — from sleek black sedans to armored transports — gleamed under bright industrial lights. Mechanical soldiers, half-human, half-machine, worked on vehicles with precision.

Mike’s eyes scanned the room in awe as he and Steve, now dressed in black tactical suits, approached a black Dodge Challenger. Without a word, they got in.

Steve started the engine and smoothly drove the car out through the large exit gate at the far end of the garage.

The black Dodge Challenger weaved through the bustling streets of the city, its engine humming with quiet authority.

*Inside the Dodge…

Agent Mike glanced at Steve, relaxing into his seat. “So, where are we heading to?”

Steve shrugged slightly, keeping his eyes on the road. “What about a Chinese restaurant?”

Mike nodded. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Steve smirked and stepped on the gas, the Dodge accelerating smoothly through the streets.

*Five Minutes Later…*

The car pulled up about five meters from a small, traditional-looking Chinese restaurant. Agent Mike stepped out and headed inside, while Steve remained in the car.

*Inside the Restaurant…*

The warm scent of spices welcomed Mike as he approached the front counter where a fair-skinned Chinese lady stood behind the reception desk.

“Good day, sir. How can I be of service to you?” she asked politely.

“Yeah, I’d like two soup noodles, packaged,” Mike replied.

She nodded and disappeared through a curtain behind her, calling out something in Chinese. Moments later, she returned. “Five minutes, sir.”

“Alright,” Mike said, folding his arms.

*Five Minutes Later…

A round-faced Chinese cook emerged from the back, carrying a brown paper bag. Mike accepted it with a nod.

“Thanks.”

He handed over a SPEX — a Special Expense Card — which the receptionist placed on a small touchscreen terminal. Mike pressed his thumb against a biometric scanner. The machine beeped, confirming the transaction.

“Thank you, sir. Have a nice day,” the receptionist said with a smile.

Mike turned and walked toward the exit.

*Outside the Restaurant…

Just as he reached the door, a loud, piercing scream shattered the calm. Mike burst out of the restaurant, instincts on high alert — only to witness something unthinkable.

Hovering in the air was a dark, muscular creature with leathery wings and a long tail. In its grip was Agent Steve, unconscious and limp.

The brown bag slipped from Mike’s hand as he quickly reached for his gun. He fired at the creature. The bullet hit, but the monster barely flinched. Its glowing eyes locked onto Mike with fury before letting out a guttural growl and disappearing into the sky.

Mike stood frozen, gun still raised, heart pounding.

Agent Mike stared in disbelief as the creature disappeared into the sky with Agent Steve.

“Oh no…” he muttered.

Without hesitation, he rushed to the Dodge and jumped in. The engine roared as he sped off toward the base.

Inside the Car…

Grabbing the walkie-talkie clipped beside the steering wheel, Mike pressed the button.

“This is Agent Mike. We have a problem,” he said, his voice strained.

A soldier’s voice crackled through the device. “What’s the problem, sir?”

“Agent Steve… he’s been taken by some kind of black, tall-tailed monster.”

There was a pause. “Sir? I don’t understand…”

“Just inform the commander,” Mike ordered sharply.

He dropped the walkie-talkie and gripped the steering wheel tighter, pushing the Dodge to its limit.

Five Minutes Later…

The base gates swung open as a tall, fair-skinned soldier signaled him through. Mike slammed the brakes, jumped out, and sprinted toward the base building.

Inside the Base Building…

Mike dashed through a white, narrow hallway, turned left, then right, and finally entered a large operations room.

Commander Rez stood at the center, surrounded by soldiers — some at desks operating systems, others sorting files.

Mike stormed in, face grim, and marched straight to the commander.

Commander Rez turned with a look of confusion. “Mike, what do you mean Agent Steve was taken by a monster? A monster? Do those even exist?”

Mike snapped to attention and saluted. “Sir, I went into the restaurant to get food. When I came out, I saw Steve — unconscious — in the arms of that… thing. I shot it, but…”

“But what, Agent?” Rez asked.

“No effect, sir,” Mike replied.

Rez narrowed his eyes. “What did you shoot it with?”

“The DBizon240.”

The room fell silent for a beat.

“That’s a tracker gun,” the commander said. “Somebody locate that bullet’s signal — now!”

One of the soldiers grabbed a tablet, typed “DBizon240” into the desktop system, and hit enter.

Immediately, a digital map lit up on the screen, marking the location of the bullet — and Agent Steve.

Commander Rez stood at the center of the operations room, tension thick in the air.

“631,” he commanded.

“Yes sir!” Soldier 1 responded, swiftly moving toward one of the tech tables. He swiped across the screen of a digital tablet, projecting a map onto the surface of the table.

Zooming in on the location marked by the DBizon240 tracker bullet, the map revealed an isolated landmass labeled *“Island Blue Reels.”

“Island Blue Reels,” the soldier confirmed, adjusting the view for clarity. The screen now showed an abandoned skyscraper at the center of the island.

“It used to be the country's most secure prison... until it was shut down,” the soldier added grimly. “And that’s where Agent Steve is?”

Commander Rez nodded. “Good work, soldier.”

He turned to address the room with authority. “Listen up, everyone. We’ve got an emergency. Agent Steve has been taken. I want ships, submarines, and airstrikes ready. Agent Mike will be leading a retrieval mission. Once we get his signal—we strike. I repeat: strike.

Agent Mike stood stiffly beside the commander, his face uncertain.

Commander Rez glanced at him. “Mike, you’re up. Get ready to move.”

Mike hesitated. “Yes sir,” he said, voice low.

The commander softened just slightly. “You’ve got this. It’s your first mission. Be brave. Go get Steve.”

Mike stood straighter and saluted. “Yes sir!”

*Moments Later…*

Four soldiers in full camouflage gear entered the room.

Commander Rez gestured to them. “These are your men. They’ll support you. You’ll receive your gear, weapons, and gadgets now. Move.”

Mike followed them down a long hallway into the dressing room.

Inside, one of the men pulled out a black mission outfit—combat trousers, a bulletproof vest, and a small backpack—and placed it on the bed. Mike stripped to his underwear, quickly changing into the tactical gear and securing the body armor.

The second soldier laid down a weapon case and opened it, revealing an array of tools: daggers, pistols, grenades, a hot spray, an arrow-shooting gun, a signal watch, and a durable rope. Mike equipped himself swiftly and efficiently.

Then, the third man handed him a small metallic key.

“This key unlocks gadgets, doors, and vehicles,” the soldier explained.

Mike nodded, gripping the key tightly.

And for the first time since Steve was taken, a flicker of determination burned in his eyes.

The massive garage doors slid open with a low mechanical hum.

At the center of the hangar sat a blacked-out matte helicopter; its powerful blades motionless for now but ready to tear through the sky. The air vibrated with quiet tension.

Two fully geared agents approached the chopper; weapons strapped, boots heavy with purpose.

Mike climbed into the helicopter just as seven commanders stepped out onto the hangar floor. He stood tall and saluted them firmly.

The signal was given.

The helicopter blades suddenly glowed red as they spun to life.

Wind thundered through the hangar as the aircraft lifted into the air, rising fast into the darkening sky.

At the same time, three black cars roared out through the main gate below, secured by armed escorts. CCTV systems tracked the helicopter’s path as it van into the clouds.

Far away, on Island Blue Reels, deep within a glowing underground laboratory, blue metallic walls reflected pulsing red lights. Screens flicker with scrolling data.

A mechanical voice echoed through the chamber:

[STARTING OPERATION: 50%]

Suddenly...

COUGH! COUGH!

Steve’s eyes snapped open.

Pain slammed through his body as he realized he was trapped inside a towering glass tube filled with yellow bubbling acid. Steam curled around him as the liquid hissed violently.

A figure stepped forward from the shadows.

The doctor smiled.

“Oh, good afternoon, my darling,” he said softly. “You are finally awake…”

Steve struggled to lift his head. His voice came out weak.

“Wha… what… where am I…?”

“No, no, no,” the doctor chuckled. “Don’t struggle. You don’t want my creation to get aggressive. Because if you do…” His smile widened. “Then you and your team will be doomed.”

Steve’s heart raced.

“Well, I need thirteen subjects,” the doctor continued casually. “But not much from you. I only need your fighting skills… so my creation will be… amazing!”

He burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Hahaha! Ha! HAHA! HAH HAH!! HAHA!! HA! HA!”

*Inside the Helicopter…

Agent Mike adjusted his gloves, his face focused.

“When we’re close, let me know,” he said.

“Yes, sir!” the pilot responded without hesitation.

Mike tapped a button.

*[DRESSING MODE: ACTIVATED]*

His suit auto-sealed with tactical gear as screens displayed maps and live tracking.

Outside, the camera feed showed the helicopter slicing through the sky and the convoy below, while back at base, the commanders watched via a glowing screen.

*[OPERATION PROGRESS: 70%]*

Meanwhile, in the lab, Steve writhed in pain as the tube hissed with hot steam — pressure rising, the transformation nearing completion.