Luther never trusted quiet nights, even though the city appeared serene from the skyline.Stillness always meant something was moving beneath the surface, something preparing to strike. He stood on the rooftop of the operations tower, hands on the railing, eyes combing the grid of dimly lit streets below.Kai’s voice cut through the silence. “Something’s coming.”Luther didn’t turn. “Show me.”Kai held up the tablet. Satellite feeds flickered across the screen—thermal signatures, security cams, traffic monitors. One sector glowed with irregular heat patterns.“Industrial district,” Kai said. “Doesn’t match the loyalists. These signatures are controlled, disciplined. Each group is moving in formation.”Elara stepped closer, her expression shifting from focused to uneasy. “These patterns look like military hand-off movements. Very clean. They’re not just trained they’re practiced.”Luther’s jaw tightened. “Elite.”Kai nodded once. “The Architect didn’t just send grunts. This is a person

The city woke to chaos. Power grids flickered, transportation halted, and digital networks surged with false alarms. Luther’s instincts screamed: the architect had begun Phase Two.“This is bigger than anything they’ve thrown at us,” Elara said, her eyes glued to the monitors. “Every system we’ve secured is under attack simultaneously.”“Then we split,” Luther said, voice steady, unshaken. “We hit the core, contain the fire, and take control, and no hesitation.”Explosions erupted across multiple districts. Civilians fled, traffic snarled, and emergency services struggled to respond.“Sector 7,” Kai shouted from the tactical feed. “Bridge compromised. Hundreds trapped.”“Elara, override the traffic controls,” Luther barked. “We create safe corridors. Kai, take your squad to evacuate the civilians.”Luther moved toward Sector 9, where the architect’s operatives had been spotted setting digital traps and explosives near a major power substation.Elara’s fingers danced across the keyboar

The city was a powder keg. Fires raged, smoke stung the eyes, and every street echoed with the sound of chaos. Luther crouched behind a crumbling overpass, scanning the horizon.“Elara, feed me every open route. Kai, flank left. We move fast...no no delays.”“Luther…” Elara’s voice was tense. “This is it. He’s waiting for you. Every trap, every operative… It’s designed to force you to him.”“Good,” Luther muttered. “Then I’ll decide how he meets me.”Luther moved like lightning through debris-strewn streets, taking out operatives one by one with precision. Explosions flared behind him, but he never slowed. He wasn’t running he was hunting.“Kai, breach the north exit. I’ll take the central route,” Luther instructed, vaulting over a toppled lamppost. “We converge at the architect’s point.”A holographic projection materialized on a burned-out building: the architect’s face, calm and cruel.“Do you see it, Luther? Every path leads to me. Every decision, every choice… you’re walking into

The city skyline glimmered under the early morning sun, but beneath the lights, danger still lurked. Luther didn’t wait for threats to find him he hunted them first.He stepped out of the skyscraper’s wreckage, his suit dusted with debris but his posture unshaken. The architect, restrained and silent, was taken by Elara’s team to a secure facility for interrogation. Luther had no interest in killing him yet.Luther activated his portable comms, bringing up the city-wide security grid. Every camera, every drone, every sensor fell under his control.“Elara, scan for any remaining operative cells,” he said.“Already on it. Three groups were detected: one in the industrial district, two near the port. All armed, all ready to strike.”“Good,” Luther said, voice calm but lethal. “We neutralize them before they know we’re coming.”With a single swipe, he deployed tactical drones to silently disable the first two cells. The city’s criminals wouldn’t see him coming...he was a ghost, a predator

Luther didn’t wait. The syndicate’s network was sprawling, international, but he had the advantage: foresight, speed, and total control of his city. Tonight, he would go on the offensive.In the command center, Luther’s eyes scanned multiple live feeds. The syndicate had operatives in over a dozen countries, but he knew exactly where the first nodes of power were: financial hubs, shipping ports, and black-market tech warehouses.“Elara, prep the strike network. Drones, surveillance, extraction teams. We hit them fast, clean, precise,” he ordered.“They’re expecting retaliation… but not this scale,” Elara replied.“Good,” Luther said. “Let’s make the first move count.”Singapore syndicate cell, By midnight, Luther was already on the ground. The syndicate’s Singapore cell had fortified a high-rise warehouse. The security was tight, but it was also predictable. Drones turned off cameras around the perimeter without making any noise, and automated locks sent people to isolated areas. Lut