Silent and deadly

The night was thick with fog, hanging low like a shroud over the industrial docks of Ravensgate. The rogue agency's secret weapon, a sleek, unmarked drone armed with a new kind of electromagnetic pulse, sat nestled inside a fortified shipping container, humming quietly beneath layers of security.

But tonight, it wasn’t going to fly.

“Stay sharp,” whispered Kane, his voice gravelly as he crouched behind a stack of crates. His eyes flicked to the handheld thermal scanner. Two guards patrolled the perimeter, their footsteps crunching on gravel.

Beside him, Mira adjusted the earpiece, scanning the horizon through night-vision goggles. “We have exactly ten minutes before the next shift change,” she said. “That’s our window.”

Kane nodded, muscles coiled tight. “No room for mistakes.”

The rogue agency, known only as The Veil, had gone dark months ago, disappearing off all intelligence radars after seizing the drone from a top-secret government research facility. Their plan was to weaponize it and sell it to the highest bidder. But the covert group Kane and Mira belonged to Ghost Division had other ideas.

“On my mark,” Kane muttered.

They moved as one, shadows slipping through the mist like ghosts themselves. Mira planted a small charge on the container’s lock; Kane covered her with his silenced pistol.

Click.

The lock clicked open.

Inside, the drone rested on a steel platform, wires snaking beneath it. Kane frowned. “Looks more complex than we thought. This isn’t just a weapon; it’s a weapon factory.”

Suddenly, the silence shattered.

“Freeze!” a voice barked. Four guards burst from a hidden doorway, guns raised.

Kane cursed. “Plan B!”

Bullets tore through the night. Kane dove behind the container, returning fire with brutal precision. Mira threw a smoke grenade, filling the dock with thick white clouds.

“Get to the control panel!” Kane shouted.

Mira sprinted to the platform, fingers flying over the touchscreen. “I’m trying to override the system, but it’s locked behind triple encryption.”

“Keep at it! We don’t have time!”

A fifth guard flanked Kane, knife gleaming. Kane sidestepped, grabbed the man’s wrist, and twisted until a sick crack echoed. The guard collapsed silently.

“Done!” Mira’s voice was sharp with triumph.

The platform beeped and the drone’s systems powered down.

“Extraction point, five minutes,” Kane said, already scanning for the exit route.

Suddenly, the ground trembled. A deep rumble from the shipyard crane sent sparks flying as it swung wildly, crushing crates and tearing cables.

“What the hell?” Mira gasped.

An explosion erupted from the warehouse. Reinforcements.

“Trap!” Kane growled, dragging Mira behind a forklift.

The team was outnumbered and outgunned, but they had one last move.

Kane pulled a small remote from his pocket, pressing a button.

The drone, now silent and powerless, released a pulse of static energy, blacking out every electronic device within a hundred meters.

Guns clicked empty. Radios went dead.

Confusion.

Using the chaos, Kane grabbed Mira’s hand and sprinted toward the docks. The fog swallowed them as alarms blared in the distance.

A helicopter’s spotlight cut through the mist, tracking their escape.

“Jump!” Kane ordered.

They vaulted into the freezing water below, currents pulling them toward the waiting boat.

As the chopper’s searchlight faded, Kane pulled Mira onto the deck.

“Mission success,” he said, breathing hard, eyes scanning the horizon.

Mira smiled. “No more Veil drones.”

Kane cracked his knuckles. “Just the way I like it.”

The rogue agency’s secret weapon was destroyed, their plans unraveling in the dead of night. For now, Ghost Division had won.

But Kane knew the war was far from over.

“Silent. Deadly. Now.” The words burned in his mind.

Because in their world, the next fight was always just a heartbeat away.

THE END