Trojan

NawOps, the elite operatives of The Nachtwache Projekt, made their way back to their headquarters after successfully completing a critical mission. The transport vehicle carrying the team traversed the familiar streets, gradually drawing closer to the imposing TNP headquarters. Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was a blend of exhaustion and anticipation. Each member of the team reflected on their experiences, the challenges they faced, and the lives they had safeguarded.

As the vehicle pulled up to the headquarters' entrance, the NawOps team stepped out, their fatigue temporarily pushed aside by a renewed sense of purpose. The building, with its sleek design and towering presence, served as a symbol of their dedication and the countless missions they had undertaken to protect the world from enemy threats.

Inside the headquarters, the corridors hummed with activity. Operatives moved with purpose, their footsteps echoing against the polished floors. The air buzzed with the sound of ringing phones and intermittent conversations, creating a dynamic backdrop to the organization's operations.

Leading the NawOps team was Colonel David, a seasoned operative and respected leader within TNP. His tall and commanding figure exuded confidence and authority as he guided the team through the bustling corridors. With sharp eyes that missed nothing, Colonel David maintained a keen awareness of his surroundings, ensuring the safety and efficiency of his team.

Just as the team reached their destination, Nikki, Ludwig's efficient and dedicated secretary, intercepted them in the hallway. Her warm smile conveyed relief and genuine care for her colleagues.

"Welcome back, everyone," Nikki greeted them, her voice tinged with relief. "Colonel David has been eagerly awaiting your return. He's waiting for you in the debriefing room."

Bess, Colonel David's own secretary, joined Nikki in welcoming the team. Her calm and composed demeanor reflected her years of experience in handling administrative matters for TNP.

"Please follow me," Bess said, leading the way to the debriefing room. Every step she took exuded efficiency and attention to detail, a testament to her indispensable role in the organization.

The NawOps team followed Bess, entering the debriefing room where Colonel David awaited them. Seated at the head of the table, he exuded an aura of focused determination. His piercing gaze commanded the attention of everyone in the room, setting the tone for the debriefing.

"Take your seats, everyone," Colonel David instructed, his voice carrying an air of authority. "I'm eager to hear your reports."

The team members took their designated places around the table, their expressions reflecting a combination of weariness and anticipation. They understood the significance of their reports, knowing that their firsthand accounts and valuable insights would contribute to the organization

After the intense debriefing, Amelie and her squad found a moment of respite on a bench outside the headquarters. The weight of their recent mission still lingered in the air, but for now, they sought solace in a few minutes of relaxation. Amelie decided to quench her thirst by purchasing a can of soda from a nearby vending machine. She took a satisfying sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe her parched throat. Sitting beside them was the Strikeforce group, their presence a constant reminder of the camaraderie shared among the elite operatives of TNP.

Amelie glanced around, her gaze eventually settling on Kelly, a fellow operative whom she held in high regard. A mischievous glint sparked in Amelie's eyes as she decided to engage in some playful banter.

"Kelly," Amelie began, her tone teasing, "If I were to go up against Enkoth, who do you think would come out victorious?"

Kelly chuckled, well aware of the formidable capabilities possessed by both Amelie and Enkoth.

"Now, that's a tough question," Kelly replied with a smile. "You both have your strengths, that's for sure."

Amelie's grin widened, her curiosity piqued by Kelly's response.

"Come on, don't hold back," Amelie urged. "Who do you think would come out on top?"

Kelly took a moment to ponder, her expression turning thoughtful.

"Well, if it's a fight within the confines of the LTC, I'm sure Enkoth would have the upper hand," Kelly replied. "But when it comes to anything personal to you, Amelie, I have no doubt that you would emerge victorious."

Amelie's smug expression grew, relishing in Kelly's vote of confidence. She took another sip from her soda, savoring the taste of victory, even in this playful hypothetical scenario.

"Hey, do you think that kid was telling the truth?" Amelie suddenly asked, her curiosity shifting to a more serious topic.

Kelly furrowed her brows, seeking clarification.

"Which kid are you referring to?" she inquired.

Amelie took a moment to gather her thoughts before providing more context.

"I'm talking about the one who beat us up to oblivion," Amelie explained, her tone tinged with intrigue.

Kelly's expression turned serious as she responded.

"What? You believed what he said?" Kelly replied, her voice laced with concern. "We were there to save people. If what that kid claimed is true, then we'll hunt down those responsible for attacking the city and ensure they pay for their actions."

Amelie nodded, her resolve strengthening.

"Yeah, you're right," Amelie affirmed, determination infusing her words. "We'll show them what TNP is capable of."

Finishing her soda, Amelie disposed of the can in a nearby bin, the sound of it hitting the container resonating with finality.

Clack

The sound of the contraband falling and sliding toward a cell room signaled the transition to Husin, who was forcefully dragged by unknown guards through the fortified walls of Citadel Tenebris. Husin had been captured.

The guards exchanged urgent words, their voices filled with a sinister determination.

"We found one of the KB 6 members," one guard declared, his tone laced with a sense of triumph.

The other guard's response was swift and merciless. "Kill him quickly. Make sure he's dead before the rest manage to rescue him."

Without hesitation, the guards swiftly set up a camera to record Husin's impending demise, eager to capture the moment as proof of their victory.

However, before they could carry out their dark intentions, an unexpected turn of events occurred. The sound of an alarm blared through the facility.

"Cell 31 was breached," a voice announced, sending shockwaves of panic through the guards.

In that moment of distraction, Husin seized the opportunity and broke free from his captors' grasp. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, he swiftly dispatched the guards who had held him captive, their lives extinguished in an instant.

Taking a decisive action, Husin snatched the very revolver that had been intended to end his life. He wasted no time and dashed towards the cell rooms, determined to rescue his comrades and ensure their safety. The urgency of the situation fueled his every move, his senses heightened as he navigated the complex labyrinth of the Citadel Tenebris.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the citadel, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The guards surrounding the container prepared themselves for the next step in the process, knowing that the contents held the potential to impact the citadel's operations.

An operator stepped forward, holding an X-ray device, ready to scan the shipment and unveil its hidden contents. With meticulous precision, the operator activated the device, directing its penetrating rays towards the container. The X-ray technology swiftly penetrated the metal, revealing the inner components and offering a glimpse into the cargo's secrets.

The screen of the X-ray device illuminated, displaying a detailed image of the shipment's interior. The operator's trained eyes scrutinized the image, carefully examining each object for any irregularities or potential threats. However, there seemed to be a mysterious obstruction in certain parts of the container that defied the X-ray's penetration.

Sensing the need for further investigation, the guards decided to deploy search dogs, their keen senses trained to detect anything out of the ordinary. The dogs were set loose, their noses leading them through the container, sniffing for any signs of contraband or hidden substances.

After a thorough search, the operator finally declared, "Clear," indicating that no immediate threats were detected within the container. Satisfied with their assessment, the truck drivers moved the container to a different, less frequented location within the citadel.

Unbeknownst to them, the guards had a hidden agenda. In a calculated move, they planted C4 explosives within the shipment container, their intentions veiled in secrecy. With precision, they strategically placed the explosive charges, ensuring maximum impact.

As the guards retreated to a safe distance, a deafening explosion ripped through the air. The shipment container was reduced to a chaotic whirlwind of debris and flames, leaving nothing but scattered remnants in its wake.

The operator, who had been observing the situation, couldn't help but address the audacious attempt at infiltration. "Trying to sneak in, don't you?" they remarked, their voice laced with a mixture of amusement and disdain, before turning away and continuing with their duties.

As the enemies closed in on Husin and the person he had just freed, the gravity of the situation became apparent. The adversaries were heavily armed, donning protective vests, helmets, and rifles, rendering Husin's six rounds from his .44 Magnum seemingly ineffective against their formidable body armor. Without hesitation, Husin swiftly made his way towards the cell rooms, driven by the urgency to locate Zain.

Finding refuge together, Husin and the person he had freed exchanged a glance, their unspoken questions lingering in the air. However, time was not on their side, and words would have to wait as the enemies drew nearer.

With a sense of determination, Husin turned to his newfound companion, his voice barely a whisper. "We need to find Zain," he conveyed, his tone laced with unwavering resolve.

Their surroundings closed in, the enemy encircling them with no apparent way out. Yet, just as their predicament seemed dire, a symphony of gunshots erupted from an unexpected direction. The sound of bullets piercing the air disrupted the advancing enemies, causing them to drop one by one.

A figure, concealed by a black balaclava mask, emerged amidst the chaos, wielding a rifle with deadly accuracy. The mysterious individual had come to their aid, orchestrating a relentless assault against the enemy forces.

Recognizing the familiar stance and skillful execution, Husin's voice cut through the turmoil. "Ace," he called out, a mixture of relief and gratitude coloring his words.

The masked figure, Hffiy, acknowledged Husin's recognition, though his true identity remained concealed beneath the balaclava. With a sense of urgency, Hffiy shifted his attention to the person standing behind Husin.

"Where's Zain, Chey?" Hffiy inquired.