Spy # 13

Camouflage Weapons

As he moved closer to the area, his heart suddenly stopped at the horrifying sight before him. The helicopter carrying his friend was already spiraling down from the sky. Within seconds, it crashed violently into the ground, tearing apart into burning fragments of metal.

For a moment, his body weakened. His knees almost gave way.He knew his friend too well—brave, fearless, and proud to serve in the Air Force. Seeing the wreckage felt like watching a hero fall.Pain and anger surged through his chest.

With a thunderous shout, he rushed toward a nearby pickup truck where the terrorists had left their weapons. His hands quickly grabbed the Armalite rifles lying at the back of the vehicle. Without hesitation, he raised the gun and fired at the driver and the men riding with him.

Gunshots echoed across the battlefield.

Moments later, another sound reached his ears—the distant growl of engines. Several vehicles were approaching from the front.His instincts immediately warned him.They were the enemy.

From a distance, the vehicles looked strangely small, almost like leaves drifting across the road. It was a deception he had encountered before. The same trick once caused him to fall into the old well where he first met Jane.

Memories flashed through his mind, but the sound of engines pulled him back to reality.

Rage burned in his veins.

With a furious cry, he raised the rifles in both hands and unleashed a storm of bullets, firing wildly to the left and right as the enemy vehicles rushed closer.

But then another thought struck him.

His fallen friend… a man who still had children waiting for him at home.

The pain turned his anger into something deeper.With steady hands and burning eyes, he aimed directly at the approaching convoy.

These were not ordinary vehicles. They were part of a newly developed terrorist facility—one that had already crushed their battalion. Some of the fighters trained there had even been sent to Afghanistan.

From afar, the vehicles looked harmless, like pieces of wood or scattered leaves on the ground.

But as they drew closer, their true shape emerged—armed vehicles filled with enemies.

A deadly illusion.

And because of that camouflage, no one could easily detect when an armed convoy of terrorists was already closing in.The battle had only just begun.The vehicle suddenly opened, revealing several Iranian enemies crowded inside, positioned in the eastern part of the region. One armed man stepped out and slowly raised his telescope toward the sky. Through the lens, he focused on a helicopter from the US Air Force. After a few silent seconds of observation, he lowered the telescope and nodded.

Their victory had been confirmed.

Without hesitation, the men raised their rifles and fired into the air. Loud shouts of triumph echoed across the quiet surroundings.

Not far from them, Jason remained hidden in the shadows, silently watching every movement. There was something strange about the way they had defeated their enemy—something he could not fully understand. The mystery stirred his curiosity even more.

He needed to know how they had done it.

Unknown to them, Jason had been secretly hiding inside the very vehicle they were using. Because of that, none of the men noticed his presence. Within seconds, they rushed back into the vehicle and sped away, disappearing quickly from the area.

After only a few meters, the vehicle became nothing more than a fading shadow in the distance.

Jason was left alone.

Slowly, he stepped out and looked around the silent vehicle. That was when something caught his attention. Scattered on the seat were several ballpens—one purple, one black, and one blue.

He froze.

The purple ballpen looked painfully familiar.

A sudden memory flashed through his mind—the same kind of ballpen held by the nurse at the hospital where Jane had been staying.And at that moment, Jason realized something was terribly wrong.

Jason carried the ballpens toward the front part of the vehicle and quickly slipped them into his pocket. His movements were hurried and tense.

For a moment, he thought of chasing after the enemies. But his concern for Jane suddenly overwhelmed him—especially after seeing the ballpen that looked exactly like the one used by the nurse.

That particular ballpen was unique. It had a thin wire hidden inside it and required a passcode to operate.

Suddenly, it began to ring.

Startled, Jason immediately took it out of his pocket. On the top part of the pen, a number suddenly lit up 0045.

Jason had no idea how to stop the ringing. Nervously, he tried pressing the top of the pen. Instantly, the ringing stopped.

Then a voice came from the device.

It was the voice of a woman.

“Abhnil… were you able to follow the helicopter used by our enemies?”

Jason froze.

At that moment, he realized that the ballpen was not an ordinary pen—it was a communication device.

The voice on the device sounded very familiar to Jason. It was the same voice of the nurse.

For a moment, anger surged inside him. He almost shouted at the person on the other end of the line. But he quickly stopped himself. A thought crossed his mind—there were still many things he needed to uncover about this traitorous enemy, the very person who was now taking care of his companion, Jane.

Jason forced himself to remain calm.

He held his breath and chose not to speak, careful not to reveal his presence. The communication device he was holding was the blue ballpen .He wondered what the different colors meant. What could be the significance of the purple, black, and blue pens?

Meanwhile, the woman continued speaking from the other side.

“Ahmil… are you there? Well, if you’re still busy, call me later.”

Her voice faded, leaving Jason in silence—his mind now racing with suspicion and unanswered questions.

The engine roared as Jason suddenly pushed the accelerator harder, the vehicle speeding through the dark road toward the hospital where Jane was confined.

Inside the car, the terrorists who had once believed they were in control now sat helplessly beside him. One by one, Jason stopped along the deserted roadside. Without mercy, he dragged each of them out and hurled their lifeless bodies into the deep ravine below.

The cliff swallowed them into darkness.

Seven of them in total—two from the front seat and five from the back. Their bodies were heavy, yet to Jason they felt as light as crumpled paper as he threw them into the abyss.

But the weight inside his chest was far heavier.

A thought kept echoing in his mind.

The nurse.

The voice he had heard earlier through the small ballpen hidden in his pocket… it sounded exactly like hers. The woman who appeared to be serving the enemy might actually be the traitor working among them.

Jason’s jaw tightened.

Anger burned in his veins like fire. He would never allow those who brought terror to his nation and his community to walk away without justice.

He climbed back into the enemy’s vehicle, gripped the steering wheel, and slammed his foot on the accelerator.

The car shot forward into the night—straight toward the hospital.

Meanwhile, inside the quiet hospital room, Jane slowly began to regain consciousness.

Her body was still weak, but life was returning to her limbs. The faint beeping of the machines echoed softly in the sterile room..

A nurse approached her bedside, preparing a syringe and arranging several medicines on a tray.

Jane’s eyes slowly opened.

At first, everything looked normal.

But then she noticed something strange.

The nurse seemed restless… uneasy. She kept glancing down at the ballpen in her hand, gripping it tighter each time as if it carried a secret she was afraid might be discovered.

Jane frowned weakly, confusion clouding her mind.

Why was the nurse looking at that pen like that?

Outside the hospital walls, Jason’s car was already racing through the night—bringing with it the storm that would soon expose the truth.

Like a rushing wind, he stormed into the hospital and quickly made his way into the ER. But the nurse he was looking for was nowhere in sight. Instead, a different nurse was attending to Jane—a slightly older woman with a gentle and composed demeanor.

She was startled when something suddenly moved with force on the other side of the room. However, her fear quickly faded the moment she saw Jason.

Jane was no longer in her bed. The uneasiness of the nurse who had been watching over her grew even stronger. With a deep breath, he asked, “Where is Jane?”

But the older nurse simply smiled and replied, “Do you love her?”

Confused, Jason didn’t answer. Instead, he ignored her and raised his voice, “Where is Ms. Jane Soriano?”

Then, from the far end of the large hospital room, a familiar voice echoed, “Jane is right here. Why?”

Jason suppressed the burning rage inside him, holding it back against someone pretending to be their ally. Without wasting a second, he rushed toward the bed where Jane lay.

“Why was she moved here?” he demanded, his voice edged with tension.

The nurse looked at him, slightly confused. “It’s our duty, Sir, to take good care of her.”

Jason’s eyes caught something unusual—a red pen clipped to the nurse’s uniform. Fixating on it, he spoke again, this time masking his intent.

“Can I borrow that pen? I just need to write down some prescriptions I’ll be buying.”

At the mention of the pen, the nurse’s expression shifted. Her eyes flickered, and she quickly tucked it away, as if hiding something.

Jason’s suspicion deepened. Without hesitation, he reached out and tried to take the pen from her.

But the nurse was quick. She pulled it back and hurried toward the Emergency Room.

The nurse quickly found an opportunity to slip out of Jason’s sight. Within seconds, she disappeared into the restroom, her hands trembling as she wiped the sweat forming on her forehead.

She pulled out the red pen.

With a soft click, she twisted it open and spoke in a hushed, controlled voice, barely above a whisper.

“Hello, Amil… I’ve been trying to call you, but you’re not answering. Where are you?”

Unbeknownst to her, Jason had followed quietly—and from the other side, he heard everything.

He remained silent, listening.

Frustration crept into her voice as she continued,

“Amil, were you able to track Everette’s movement earlier? I heard on the news that the helicopter he was in crashed. There are casualties… but the mission is still ongoing.”

She paused briefly, then lowered her voice even more.

“The American troops have established a stronghold in Usberisk 122 District. They’re planning to intercept the tunnel construction leading to a passageway connected to the eastern allied nation.”

Her grip tightened around the pen.

“Where is Mr. Spy 001? Hasn’t he reached the US Navy military base yet?”

Outside the restroom, Jason’s expression darkened.

Everything was starting to make sense—