Third Point Of ViewSophia’s pulse hammered so loud she could hear it in her ears. The gun at her back felt heavier than steel, pressing between her shoulder blades with deliberate malice.Malachi’s stance shifted almost imperceptibly, but she recognized the tell—his weight leaning slightly to his right leg, the subtle angle of his shoulders. He was calculating distance, timing, kill shots.“Drop it,” the masked man said casually, motioning to Malachi’s sidearm. “Slowly.”Malachi didn’t move. His eyes stayed fixed on the man’s visor, like he was trying to see through the reflective surface. “You’ve got the numbers,” he said. “You don’t need the theatrics.”The masked man’s voice carried that same unnerving calm. “Oh, I do. Because I know you—every twitch, every fake feint, every habit you haven’t broken since Black Dagger. And if I let you hold a gun a second longer than I need to…” He tilted his head. “…you’ll kill me before I finish this sentence.”Sophia saw Malachi’s jaw tighten,

“You are nothing but a shame to this country, a dead beat, a war monger who seeks blood.” Durov Vitan, the head of Durov’s enterprise spat. Chained to the ground, blood on his cracked lips, clothes tattered due to intense beating.Malachi's fierce eyes met his. He rolled up his sleeves, fingers clenched and tooth gritted. He stepped forward, booth echoing across the cemented terrain. The low sound of the drop of water clashing against the ground met his ear.“You don't scare me!” Durov barked. Malachi launched a fierce punch into his stomach. Durov spat blood, letting out a painful groan.“Where is it?” Malachi asked, punching him across the face. Durov smiled widely… and then laughed like a loose dog. “You can't get anything from me.” He managed to say.Malachi gave a final punch across his face and he scrambled to the ground, breathing hard. “You are right….” He turned his back, staring at the gun on the table across from him. “It's a waste of time being civil.” He slowly walked t

The sun was high when Malachi entered the Afas capital. The city was crowded, the air thick with noise and movement. He drove an old truck and his new identity papers hidden under the seat. To everyone around him, he was now Ravi Singh, an arms dealer from the southern province.He parked near an old warehouse and stepped out. Two men in black jackets approached him. One of them spoke quickly. “Ravi Singh?”Malachi nodded. “That’s me.”“The boss wants to see you,” the man said. “He’s inside.”Malachi followed them through a narrow path that led into the warehouse. Inside, several workers were sorting boxes. A man stood near a table, smoking. He looked up when Malachi entered.“I’m Imran,” the man said. “You came from the south?”Malachi gave a short nod. “The roads are clear. I brought what you asked for.”Imran dropped his cigarette and crushed it under his shoe. “Show me.”Malachi walked to the truck and opened one of the crates. Inside were rows of disassembled rifles. Imran checke

Kenneth stood by the glass window in his office, watching the street below. His phone rang. He picked it up. “I need a plan that will not fail this time,” he said.The voice on the other end replied calmly. “You want him alive or dead?”Kenneth answered, “Alive if possible, but I don’t care anymore. Malachi must not see the next sunrise.”“Then use someone he trusts,” the voice said.Kenneth frowned. “He trusts no one.”“There is one,” the voice replied. “Agent Darien. They fought side by side in the last war. Darien owes me a debt. I can make him cooperate.”Kenneth turned from the window. “Find him. Bring him here.”The call ended. Kenneth placed his phone on the desk and rubbed his temples. Katherine walked in a few minutes later.“You called for me,” she said.“Yes,” Kenneth said. “I’ve decided to use Malachi’s past against him. There’s an agent named Darien. He used to fight beside Malachi. If we can make him send a message, Malachi will follow it without question.”Katherine cro

“Everything is ready,” Sadiq said.“Not yet,” Vikran replied.“What do you mean not yet?” Sadiq asked.“The timers are set,” Vikran said. “The dispersal units are packed. The lab teams move at dawn. We wait for the trigger.”“Which city goes first?” another man asked.“Afas,” Vikran said. “Afas will be the signal.”“You want this now?” the man asked.“I want it clean,” Vikran said. “No leaks. No mistakes.”“You picked Kenneth for activation,” Sadiq said.“He understands logistics,” Vikran said. “He will not fail.”“Katherine?” Sadiq asked. “Is she ready?”“She will do what she must,” Vikran said. “Fear can change hands fast.”“Sir,” Kenneth said, stepping forward. “I will place the device in Afas tonight.”“Make sure the remote is synced,” Vikran said. “Do not touch the manual trigger until I give the order.”“You want me to wait for your call?” Kenneth asked.“Wait for my call,” Vikran said. “If you fail, I will find you.”Kenneth bowed his head. “Understood.”“We move at midnight,”