The President of New York, President Hamid, gathered hundreds of thousands of people in a massive field in Midtown to make an official announcement.
He stepped onto the stage and spoke:
"Something terrible is happening in the heart of our city, something we can sense, yet cannot fully understand. Children are disappearing. Where they are going, we do not know. But I ask you to do not lose hope.
The Almighty is testing our patience. Do not break."
The President continued, speaking at length, moving from one promise to another.
Standing right beside him was Colonel Jafar.
He listened carefully, not just to the words, but to what hid beneath them.
And Jafar understood something chilling:
The President was saying one thing with his mouth…and something entirely different with his heart.
Suspicion crept in.
As the speech ended, Colonel Jafar deliberately bumped into the President, acting as if it were an accident. Apologizing, he moved toward the back of the stage, out of sight.
Meanwhile, Fahad and Frostbite were in Queens.
Since the highest number of child disappearances had occurred there, they were reviewing CCTV footage from the exact locations where children had gone missing.
But fate wasn't on their side.
Every single feed were looped.
Suddenly, Frostbite's phone vibrated.
A message.
He read it silently… then let out a strange, knowing smile.
Without a word, he showed the message to Fahad.
Fahad looked at it.
No shock.
No anger.
Just a faint smile.
"Checkmate."
After finishing his speech, the President went to the restroom to sit for a moment.
He reached into his pocket.
His face froze.
His phone wasn't there.
Panicking, he called for his security, ordering them to search everywhere.
Moments later, he reached into his left pocket.
The phone was there.
Impossible.
He was completely alone in the restroom.
Trying to calm himself, he stood up from the chair.
The instant he did,
The restroom door slammed shut on its own.
The lights began to flicker.
And suddenly,
Two figures stood in front of him.
It was Fahad.
And Frostbite.
The President instinctively reached behind his back to grab his pistol and froze.
There was no pistol.
The realization shook him even more.
Frostbite spoke calmly, almost amused:
"What?
Can't find your gun?
Or did you forget that Presidents of New York don't carry pistols?"
The President glared at them and said:
"If you've come here to kill me, then you're the biggest fools alive.
I'm the President of this city.
If I die, the police will find you within an hour and hang you at the gallows.
And the way you're trying to scare me right now,
I could lock you up for life if I wanted."
As he spoke, Fahad slowly walked toward him.
Step by step.
Until he stood inches from the President's face.
The President tried once more:
"Whoever you are…
You're making a terrible mistake."
Fahad answered with his fist.
One single, brutal punch.
The President collapsed, unconscious.
Night. Fahad's house.
At the dining table sat Colonel Jafar, Fahad, Frostbite, and Juliana.
Fahad turned to Jafar and asked:
"Uncle Jafar…
How did you pull it off?"
Jafar smiled.
"While the President was giving his speech, I began to suspect him.
I bumped into him on purpose and quietly took his phone from his pocket.
Then, behind the stage, I transferred all the data to Frostbite's phone.
After that, I sent a message,
'The President is about to make a move.'
And finally, I slipped the phone back into his left pocket."
Fahad stood up from the table.
"Come.
Let's see what the President plans to do next."
Jafar didn't fully understand what Fahad meant.
But he followed.
They entered Fahad's room.
Fahad switched on a sound system.
Immediately,
The President's voice echoed through the room.
On the monitor in front of them, a live location appeared, moving in real time.
Jafar stared at the screen, stunned.
"What did you do to him?"
Fahad replied calmly:
"Just used a little intelligence."
The truth was simple and terrifying.
When Fahad and Frostbite had knocked the President unconscious, they planted a custom-built GPS tracker inside the President's neck locket.
But this tracker did more than track location.
It transmitted live audio.
A device Fahad had personally designed.
Fahad turned on his computer.
The moment the screen lit up,
Everyone except Fahad froze in shock.
Because displayed on the monitor was live footage of every single room in the Science Lab.
In truth, Fahad had created more than a hundred extremely small cameras that are
so tiny that detecting them with the naked eye was nearly impossible.
But the most unsettling part was something else.
These cameras didn't just transmit high-quality video, they also sent live audio at the same time.
No lag. No distortion.
As if eyes and ears themselves were physically present there.
Fahad had installed these hundred-plus cameras throughout the entire science lab in every corner, every room, even in places where no one would ever think to look for a camera.
Everyone was discussing this,
when suddenly…
An eerie siren echoed from outside.
The sound was deeply unnatural.
Not a police siren.
Not an ambulance.
Not something coming from a microphone or loudspeaker.
It sounded like a scream, but not a human scream.
A long, drawn-out, trembling sound,
as if pain, rage, and pleasure were fused together.
Juliana instinctively pressed her hands over her ears.
Colonel Jafar slowly stood up.
And Frostbite
didn't hesitate for even a second.
He immediately grabbed his katana.
Quietly, he moved toward the window.
Gently pulling the curtain aside, he looked outside, and he saw something.
His eyes hardened instantly.
His grip tightened.
Slowly, he turned back toward Fahad,
and that's where it stopped.
To Be Continued...