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SHADOW PROTOCOL

In the shadowy world of espionage, heroes wear no capes. They live between the lines of the official record, erasing their existence with every mission completed. Major Zayan Malik is one of these men—a ghost in service to Pakistan, known for his mastery in warfare, stealth, and destruction. Where others see obstacles, he sees opportunities. A sniper when patience is needed, a demolition expert when brute force is called for, and a chameleon who changes identities as easily as changing clothes. Zayan’s latest mission pits him against a threat unlike any before. A rogue faction with global ties aims to cripple Pakistan’s military infrastructure, and time is running out. Armed with only his wits, a bag of C4, and a relentless sense of duty, Zayan must stop them—before the enemy buries the country under the rubble of war. The world will never know his name, but his actions will echo through history. He knows one thing: In a war of shadows, only the unseen survive.

Emad_Sadiq · Action
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Countering the Strike on Balakot

Scene 1: Mission Briefing

At 0200 hours, the emergency lights flickered inside the operations room. The air was thick with tension as Major Hamza addressed the team. A tactical map displayed seven Indian MIG-21 jets advancing toward Balakot.

"These jets are coming for a surgical strike at 0330 hours. We need to intercept and neutralize them before they reach Pakistani airspace," Hamza explained. "Aaliya, this mission depends on you. Your task is to hack into their communication systems and misguide them, making room for our F-16 jets to intercept."

He pointed to another section of the map. "The Indian air defense systems around the border are active and could block our jets. After dealing with the MIGs, you need to disable their air defenses and open a safe route for our JF-17 Thunder jets to complete their part of the mission."

Hamza looked toward Captain Maria, standing beside Aaliya. "Maria, you'll assist Aaliya with technical support and act as her backup."

"Understood, sir," Maria replied firmly.

"Aaliya, you've handled tougher situations," Hamza added. "You've got this."

Aaliya gave a confident nod. "Let's get to work."

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Scene 2: Hacking the MIGs

At 0250 hours, Aaliya and Maria sat inside a mobile command van stationed near the border. Their laptops glowed as they began penetrating the Indian Air Force's communication network.

"Target locked. Patching into their comms now," Aaliya whispered, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

Inside the cockpit of one of the MIGs, the pilot's voice crackled over the radio: "Flight Alpha, maintain course to Balakot."

Aaliya smiled. "Not today."

She quickly altered the coordinates in their navigation system, causing the jets to believe they had drifted off course. "Disguised them successfully. They'll think they're still heading toward Balakot but are actually flying toward empty airspace."

"Perfect," Maria said, monitoring the radar feeds. "Our F-16s are en route."

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Scene 3: The F-16 Jets Strike

At 0310 hours, two Pakistani F-16s roared into the sky, intercepting the confused MIGs. The Indian pilots realized too late that they had been misled.

"Engage!" the Pakistani pilots radioed to each other. Missiles were fired, and two MIGs exploded mid-air.

The rest of the Indian jets scattered, trying to retreat, but the F-16s were faster. Within minutes, the remaining five MIGs were either shot down or forced to abandon the mission.

"Enemy jets neutralized," the F-16 pilot reported through the comms.

Aaliya grinned. "One down, one more task to go."

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Scene 4: Disabling Indian Air Defenses

At 0320 hours, Aaliya switched her focus to the Indian air defense systems. She navigated through layers of firewalls, dodging security protocols designed to lock her out.

"Come on," she whispered, sweat beading on her forehead.

Maria leaned over, providing real-time data. "You're close. Just one more barrier."

The digital defenses fought back, triggering alarms on Aaliya's screen. "They know someone's in their system!" Maria warned.

"Let them try and stop me," Aaliya said coolly, bypassing the final encryption key. The entire Indian air defense grid around the border flickered offline.

She typed a final command, locking their systems in maintenance mode for the next hour. "They're disarmed," Aaliya announced.

"Thunder jets, you're good to go," Maria relayed through the comms.

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Scene 5: The Thunder Jets' Assault

At 0335 hours, four JF-17 Thunder jets took off from Pakistani airbases. With no air defenses to stop them, they roared across the border, flying low to avoid detection.

Their mission was swift and precise—they targeted enemy military installations along the border and sent a clear message: Pakistan was ready and capable of defending its airspace.

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Scene 6: Mission Success

By 0400 hours, the Thunder jets returned safely to their base. Aaliya leaned back in her chair, finally allowing herself to breathe.

"Well done, Aaliya," Maria said, giving her a fist bump.

"Not bad for a night's work," Aaliya replied with a grin.

Back at headquarters, Hamza's voice came through the comms. "Mission accomplished. Excellent work, team. Aaliya, Maria—outstanding performance. Pakistan is proud of you."

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Scene 7: A Moment of Reflection

After the mission, Aaliya sat quietly on the rooftop, watching the sun rise over the horizon. Maria joined her, handing over a steaming cup of coffee.

"Ever wonder if they'll stop trying?" Maria asked.

Aaliya took a sip and shook her head. "Not in our lifetime. But we'll be here to stop them every time."

The two women sat in silence, knowing that this victory was just one of many battles yet to come.

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The skies over Balakot remained safe that night, thanks to Aaliya's brilliant hacking skills and Pakistan's vigilant air force. The team knew that the enemies would try again, but they were ready for whatever came next.

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