Spy 002 and Avoidance
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The nurse abruptly cut off her voice. The call ended in frustration, her last words laced with curses—Jason still hadn’t answered.
As she stepped out of the restroom, she froze.
Jason was already there.
Standing. Waiting. Staring straight at her.
His gaze was so intense it felt like it could strip her apart. The moment she took a step forward, Jason moved with lightning speed—grabbing her uniform and seizing her right hand.
But the nurse fought back.
With a sudden burst of force, she kicked him, trying to break free from his grip. She struggled, desperate to escape his hold—but Jason was quicker. With sharp precision, he snatched the red ballpen from her hand.
“Let me go!” she screamed.
But Jason didn’t yield.
Within seconds, he restrained her, handcuffed her, and dragged her straight to the hospital’s detention center.
Soon, hospital staff gathered, and an emergency meeting was called.
Meanwhile, Jane began to recover. Strength slowly returned to her body, and she managed to move again.
Without hesitation, Jason lifted her into his arms.
Jane was startled—confused by his sudden action—but she chose not to protest.
The nurses tried to intervene, but it was too late.
Jason was already gone.
Jason drove with deadly focus, as if he knew exactly where they were headed.
They ascended through the steep terrain of Afghanistan, the vehicle cutting through the harsh landscape until they reached a military base at the very heart of the region.
Jason left Jane outside the headquarters for a moment, warning her to stay alert and watch her surroundings.
Then he entered the facility.
Inside, soldiers quickly gathered—relief and joy spreading across their faces at his return.
As Jason stepped into his department, he saw his commanding officer sitting silently.
The Air Force chief looked up—shocked.
“Jay… we thought you were gone,” he said, his voice filled with disbelief. “We thought you were lost when our Air Force equipment went down.”
But then, a smile broke through.
Relief.
He stood up and patted Jason on the shoulder—welcoming him back.
“Sit down, Jay. It looks like you have something important to say.”
Jay exhaled deeply. Slowly, he pulled the red ballpen from his pocket. He glanced around, as if searching for the purple and blue ones—but they were too far from reach.
So he began.
“Sir… I recovered this from the enemy’s vehicle,” he said, his voice steady but urgent. “From what I’ve observed, these ballpens are connected to their operations—part of a slow, calculated attempt to weaken our forces.”
He paused for a second before continuing.
“As of now, the nurse—a Black American—has been detained at the hospital. She’s working as a spy. The hospital itself… it’s already compromised.”
The commanding officer fixed his eyes on Jay, studying every word. Then he reached out and took the red ballpen from his hand.
There was confusion in his expression.
“What exactly is this?” he asked. “And what’s so special about this red pen you’re showing me?”
Without hesitation, Jay clicked the top open.
But instead of ink…
There were wires.
Thin. Coiled. Intricate.
Not meant for writing—but for something far more dangerous.
“Sir,” Jay continued, his tone now heavier, more certain, “this isn’t an ordinary pen. It doesn’t contain ink—it’s filled with communication wiring. These are tools… devices used to transmit information.”
His gaze hardened.
“And the nurse in the hospital tunnel—she’s not just anyone. She’s a spy. This is part of a bigger operation.”
He leaned slightly forward.
“And if we don’t act now… they’ll bring us down from the inside.”
It was real.
The moment the commanding chief clicked the ballpen, something unexpected happened.
Perfectly timed with their conversation…
The pen lit up.
A faint voice suddenly crackled from within—distorted by static, yet clear enough to send chills down their spines:
“Spy 0045… we haven’t received any updates from you. Where are you?”
Time seemed to freeze.
The entire room fell into silence.
No one moved. No one dared to breathe too loudly. Every ear strained, every heartbeat echoing in the stillness.
Then—The voice cut off.
Darkness. Silence.
Only the tension remained.
Slowly, the commanding officer examined the pen more closely. On a tiny, almost invisible surface…
There it was.
“SPY 003.”
A.marking.
A code.
A warning.
The weight of the discovery settled heavily on everyone in the room.
This was no ordinary device.
This wasn’t just one spy.
**It was a network.**
Organized. Calculated. Already operating within their system.
The commanding officer released a deep, heavy breath—burdened by the gravity of what they had just uncovered.
In that moment, one truth became undeniable—The enemy was already inside.
And if they didn’t act fast…
They would be destroyed from within. 🔥
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