Location: Downtown Lockside.Time: 47 Hours Left on Hacker Countdown.Mission: Full extermination.
Selene adjusted her holster, loading up with suppressors, knives, a zip drive labeled "Pain.exe", and her signature cyan-blue lipstick.
"Team, we go in clean, quiet, and fast."
The Young One was already outside, sharpening a knife against a brick wall for no reason.
Silent Boy held a whiteboard that read:
"Define quiet."
Lightning arrived last — riding a bicycle with plastic streamers on the handles.
"I thought we said no cars."
Selene stared. "We didn't."
"Oh. Then whose tricycle is this?"
The Hacker's Hideout
Warehouse 17 — where the hacker and his gang operated. On the outside, it looked like an old comic book shop.
On the inside?Servers. Guns. Men in ski masks arguing about cryptocurrency. A literal vending machine labeled "Dark Web Snacks."
Selene's voice crackled in the team's earpieces.
"We move on three."
Silent Boy held up a sign:
"Can I go on two? I'm feeling dramatic."
Selene: "NO—"
BOOM.Lightning, who was still eating a candy bar, had accidentally dropped a grenade.
"Oops. My snacc pack was actually a boom snack."
Selene: "We're going loud now. Thanks."
The Entry
The Young One didn't enter.
He glided in — two knives in his hands, face blank, eyes emotionless. By the time the first thug looked up, he was already bleeding in seven places.
Lightning ran behind him, tripped, got up, and electrocuted three guards by falling onto a power box.
Selene slipped in through the back, disabling cameras, planting bombs, and deleting evidence faster than your ex deleting DMs before their girlfriend checks their phone.
Silent Boy swan-dived through a window, landed in a perfect split, and threw a katana into someone's chest like it was a Nerf dart.
"He just anime'd that man to death," Selene whispered.
Mid-Fight Insanity
One thug screamed, "WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!"
Silent Boy cartwheeled past him, threw confetti in his face, then stabbed him in the leg with a fork.He held up a sign:
"Don't do drugs unless they're prescribed by ME."
The Young One pinned two men to a wall with knives before calmly asking:
"Where's your boss?"
One tried to answer. The Young One just walked away mid-sentence.
Selene found the hacker's second-in-command — a dude with 11 monitors and a man bun.
"Tell me where Cypher is," she growled.
"I'll never—"
She shot his kneecap.
"He's upstairs!"
Lightning shouted from across the warehouse, "I FOUND A SLUSHIE MACHINE!"
Selene: "You better be pouring explosives in that thing."
Lightning: "...Define explosive."
Final Confrontation: Cypher's Inner Circle
On the second floor, six armed goons stood around Cypher's private server, armed with automatic rifles and zero sense of fear.
That changed in three seconds.
The Young One opened the door.
By the time the door shut behind him, five men were down.
The sixth ran for the window.
Silent Boy somersaulted out of a vent, tackled him mid-air, and stabbed his belt so hard his pants exploded.
Lightning threw an EMP disguised as a burrito.
Cypher's server fried in a cloud of sparks and screeches.
Selene walked in last, calm as a storm.
"Where's Cypher?"
The lone surviving tech tried to fake a laugh.
"He's already gone. You're too late."
Selene smirked, slapped a tracker on his forehead, and tased him with her phone.
"We'll see."
Aftermath
The team stood in the middle of the burning warehouse.
Silent Boy wrote on a sign:
"MVL sends hugs."
Selene sighed. "That's not subtle."
The Young One stared into the flames like a philosopher made of knives. "This wasn't the end. This was bait."
Lightning came back with two armfuls of energy drinks and a box labeled "USBs of Shame."
"I found anime on these. And taxes."
Selene raised her head.
"This isn't over."
Final Scene
Cypher, watching on a laptop in a penthouse far away, sipped wine from a mug that said "Hackers Do It With Code."
"So they killed my crew. I expected that."
He zoomed in on Jade's face from a hacked camera. She was holding a flamethrower... and petting a pigeon.
"Let's see what they do when I take the game to their front door."
He typed one final message:
"Time to play."