Location: United Arab Emirates – Abu Dhabi – Days Later
A towering skyscraper shimmered under the desert sun. The city sparkled with wealth and secrecy a perfect hiding place for something as dangerous as the God's Eye.
Inside a private suite at the top of the Etihad Towers, the team gathered around Ramsey as she scrolled through blueprints on a tablet.
"I built the God's Eye to track terrorists," she explained. "But now it's in Jakande's hands… and he's using it to hunt people like me."
Dom leaned over her shoulder. "How did it end up here?"
Ramsey tapped the screen, highlighting a location: the penthouse vault of a billionaire prince.
"He bought the server drive it's stored on," she said. "Doesn't even know what it really is. Keeps it in a Lykan Hypersport — as a trophy."
Roman blinked. "You're telling me the most advanced surveillance tool in the world… is sitting in a three-million-dollar supercar, in a penthouse vault?"
Tej grinned. "Sounds about right."
Brian rubbed his hands together. "So what's the plan?"
Dom looked around the room. "We drive it out."
Location: Etihad Towers – Nightfall
Security was tighter than Fort Knox lasers, motion sensors, biometric locks. But Dom's crew wasn't breaking in to sneak.
They were breaking in to steal loud.
Tej and Ramsey hacked the security systems, cycling through access codes and camera feeds. Brian and Roman scaled an adjoining tower to reach the vault floor from the roof. Dom prepped the escape route which just so happened to be straight through several glass towers.
The car?
A blood-red Lykan Hypersport. Vaulted behind bulletproof glass. Twin turbocharged, titanium frame, one-of-a-kind.
And it held the server.
With explosives prepped and time ticking, Brian muttered, "You ever jumped a car from one skyscraper to another?"
Roman groaned. "Please don't say we're doing that."
Dom just smirked. "Buckle up."
BOOM.
Glass shattered. Alarms blared. The Lykan tore through the vault window, soared through the air, crashed into the next tower then the next.
Dom handled the wheel. Brian pulled the server from the glove compartment mid-flight. Roman screamed all the way.
They landed hard, metal scraping, sparks flying and rolled out of the wreckage alive.
Behind them? A trail of ruined glass towers.
Dom looked at Brian, then Ramsey. "Got the drive?"
Brian held it up. "Right here."
Location: – Devon's Lab – Same Time
Devon watched the skyscraper stunt unfold on a six-screen live feed, eyes wide with admiration.
"Damn," he whispered. "They actually pulled it off."
The AI voice echoed. "God's Eye server extracted. Uploading decrypted coordinates now."
Devon stood, walking to the vault labeled Ghost Key. The room dimmed as biometric scanners confirmed his identity. The vault hissed open.
Inside? A small metallic briefcase, matte black, marked with a silver emblem a circle surrounded by burning wings.
He placed his hand on it, whispering: "Time to enter the board."
He turned to his terminal and opened a secure channel.
To: NEKROMStatus: Phase Two InitiatedGod's Eye under watch. Shadow assets ready. Interference expected. Mission green.
He closed the console and looked at the screen showing Dom's crew escaping Abu Dhabi.
"Let them think they've won, he muttered. We're just getting started."
Location: Mr. Nobody's Safehouse – Unknown
Dom and the crew gathered around a roundtable. Mr. Nobody adjusted his shades and dropped the drive onto the table.
"Well done," he said. "But now comes the hard part."
Ramsey leaned forward. "You said the Eye can find anyone, anywhere. Let's use it to find Jakande."
Mr. Nobody nodded. "That's the idea. But someone's already jamming it someone with a lot of power and access."
Brian frowned. "Deckard?"
"No," Mr. Nobody said. "Someone even higher on the food chain. Name's been whispered across black ops channels."
He tapped on the console. A face appeared on screen.
Devon Shaw.
Dom's eyes narrowed.
Deckard's twin. The one nobody talked about. The ghost in the machine.
Tej shook his head. "He's real?"
Mr. Nobody nodded. "Oh, he's real. And smarter than all of us put together. Hacker, strategist, ghost-driver. And now… he's watching."
Ramsey muttered, "I've heard his name before. Cyber merc circles. He's the one who hacked Interpol's red list and erased a dozen war criminals."
Roman blinked. "Wait there's another Shaw?!"
Mr. Nobody smiled grimly. "You want Deckard? You're going to have to go through Devon."
Dom's jaw clenched.
"Then we go through him."
To Be Continued… hehe
Location: Arctic Circle – Hidden Fortress
Snowstorms howled over a remote tundra base buried beneath solid ice. Inside the subterranean complex, frost clung to reinforced steel walls. At its heart, a dimly lit command centre buzzed with encrypted signals and silent operators.
A cloaked figure stood before a curved glass wall, watching satellite feeds of Dom's crew escaping Abu Dhabi.
The figure turned slowly, revealing a man in obsidian armor lined with pulsating blue circuits his face partially obscured by a sleek breathing apparatus and cybernetic implants.
Nekrom.
A legend in the underworld. A ghost no one could confirm. The architect of silent wars. Where Cipher once played puppet-master, Nekrom rewrote the code of conflict.
Behind him, an assistant spoke. "Devon Shaw is in play. He's watching the Eye."
Nekrom didn't respond right away. He raised a gloved hand, extending it toward a map of the world. Red markers blinked over L.A., Tokyo, and the Caucasus.
He finally spoke, voice cold and digitally distorted.
"Let him watch. Devon is brilliant, but like all predators, he underestimates the storm coming for him."
He pointed to a new marker appearing off-grid Havana, Cuba.
"Activate the Revenant Protocol. I want the prototype drones deployed. And tell Devon…"
He turned fully now, facing the main screen where Dom's face lingered.
"…the shadows he walks in belong to me."
Location: Los Angeles – Mr. Nobody's Safehouse
Ramsey typed frantically into the console, eyebrows furrowed.
"Something's off. Someone's rewriting access logs across global surveillance networks and it's not Devon."
Mr. Nobody raised a brow. "Explain."
She pulled up a corrupted feed. "He's using military-grade stealth overlays. Adaptive AI masking. But there's a signature it's old school, like cold war-era encryption mixed with cutting-edge code."
Brian leaned in. "You're saying there's a third player?"
Tej nodded. "One with serious tech."
Mr. Nobody stood, expression serious. "His name is Nekrom. And if he's entered the game, then everything changes."
Dom clenched his fists.
"Then we find Devon before Nekrom does."
Location: Tokyo – Devon's Lab
Devon's HUD interface sparked as encrypted firewalls were breached not by brute force, but by something older... colder.
"Someone's sniffing my feeds," he said, standing up.
The AI chimed. "Signature unrecognized. Encryption levels: fourth-generation adaptive cipher."
Devon's brow furrowed. "It's not ramsey. Not the CIA. This feels…"
He tapped into a mirrored server, trying to trace the intrusion. But the signal spiralled into itself, then vanished.
"…like a warning."
He turned to the Ghost Key briefcase and typed in a command.
Protocol Override: PHANTOM CLAW – Enable fallback node in Berlin.
Devon exhaled slowly.
"Alright, Nekrom. If you're coming for the Eye… you better bring everything you've got."
To Be Continued...