The golden sun dipped slowly into the vast ocean, casting a serene glow over the invisible island.
Surya reclined on a beach chair, dressed in a light shirt and cargo pants, sipping a cold drink as he listened to the waves crashing onto the hidden shores.
It was a rare moment of calm — a reward after dismantling Project Eclipse.
The infrastructure of the island was thriving: secret airstrips, underground naval ports, and fully operational sleeper squads — the Agent 47 network ready and watching silently across continents.
Surya leaned back, allowing himself a brief moment of peace.
"System, play ambient playlist three," he murmured.
The soft music barely had a chance to start when a sharp ping cut through the air.
A holographic alert materialized mid-air beside him.
[Priority-Alpha Alert]
Mission Code: Sovereign Shield
Critical Situation — G20 Summit, Antalya, Turkey.
Nature of Threat: Full-Scale Hostile Takeover Imminent.
Surya sat up instantly, every muscle in his body tensing.
"System, brief me immediately."
The system responded with crisp urgency:
"Hostile force estimated at 120 to 150 personnel.
Composition: Elite mercenaries, ex-special forces, rogue intelligence operatives.
Equipment: Surface-to-air missiles, portable EMP weapons, encrypted hacking modules.
Command Structure: Unknown, highly coordinated."
Surya's eyes narrowed.
"Primary targets?"
"World leaders. Presidents and Prime Ministers from 18 key nations including U.S., Russia, China, Germany, India, U.K., France, and Japan.
Hostiles aim to ransom or eliminate leadership to destabilize global order."
He clenched his fists.
This wasn't just a hostage crisis. It was an attempt to collapse the global political system.
"System, how did they breach the summit?"
"They deployed sophisticated cyberattacks disabling internal security. Simultaneously inserted paramilitary teams disguised as part of private summit contractors."
Surya stood up, a grim shadow on the beach, the sun reflecting off his cold eyes.
"Prep the Aether Arsenal. Full combat package.
Activate Agent Orion, Chameleon, Havoc, Viper — and initiate Agent A47 sleeper cells in Turkey.
Authorization for unrestricted engagement granted."
"Confirmed." The system's voice hardened. "Time window to prevent total takeover: Four hours maximum."
The holographic screen shifted, showing red zones encircling the G20 summit center, mercenary squads positioning missile systems, drones patrolling the air, and digital firewalls rising like walls around the facility.
It was a full-fledged siege.
And Surya was about to turn it into a graveyard.
He took one last look at the tranquil ocean.
"Beach time's over," he muttered, his voice a low growl.
_
Surya sat in his personal jet to Antalya before a giant curved holographic screen, arms crossed, eyes sharp as a hawk.
The system was running live feeds from dozens of satellites, drones, and cyber-infiltrated networks. Every movement within a hundred kilometers of Antalya was being mapped, dissected, analyzed in real time.
Hostile mercenaries in tactical gear had already locked down perimeter roads.
Anti-air missile systems were being mounted on disguised trucks.
Invisible firewalls enveloped the summit's communication nodes.
But something more disturbing caught Surya's attention.
"System, overlay US Sixth Fleet position."
A bright cluster of blue markers appeared, spread neatly across the Mediterranean waters.
Perfect formation.
Battle-ready.
And completely oblivious.
"Status?" Surya asked.
"US Sixth Fleet maintains standard patrol pattern.
No defensive posture. No electronic countermeasures active.
No warning received about G20 summit breach."
Surya's jaw tightened.
"So the entire fleet has no idea that the summit they're supposed to oversee is under siege?"
"Affirmative."
He studied the display closer.
The fleet command had not received any encrypted distress calls.
All official summit communications — diplomatic and emergency — had been completely hijacked by the mercenaries' cyber-team.
The leaders of the free world were about to be captured or killed —
and the world's greatest navy was floating blind, just beyond the horizon.
Surya's mind raced.
Whoever orchestrated this was operating several steps ahead.
This wasn't some rogue mercenary attack — it was a carefully planned operation by a shadow entity with global reach.
And worse — if the attackers succeeded and declared martial rule over the summit —
the delayed response would spark a domino collapse in world stability.
He tapped the holographic console.
"System, priority commands:
Intercept US Fleet communications.
Spoof an urgent encrypted channel — coded diplomatic emergency.
Divert their attention to this operation without blowing my team's presence."
"Understood."
Tiny pulses of light spread across the display as the system hacked into classified naval communication networks at quantum speeds.
Meanwhile, Surya activated internal comms.
"Orion, Chameleon, Viper, Havoc — get into final assault formation.
Agent A47 sleeper units — activate in staggered silent strike waves.
I want coordinated infiltration across all red zones."
His squad's acknowledgments came swiftly.
The hunt had begun.
Surya turned back to the main screen, staring at the calm fleet and the boiling chaos at the summit.
"They wanted to make history tonight," he murmured coldly, his fingers brushing the sidearm at his waist.
"Let's give them a different kind of history."
In silence and shadow, the world's most lethal ghost was moving into position.
_
After landing in an open field, Surya's squad moved rapidly on site.
On the tactical display, enemy missile launchers were repositioning near the summit perimeter.
If they fired, the G20 leadership would be reduced to ashes within seconds.
Surya's voice was sharp.
"System, status of SOS transmission?"
"Spoofed diplomatic distress signal sent to USS Eisenhower.
Signal accepted.
Task Force Six preparing combat alert status."
The corner of Surya's lips twitched upward.
The US fleet was finally waking up.
But there was no time to wait.
The enemy had already set up six mobile missile platforms.
"System," Surya ordered coldly, "target enemy missile platforms. Aether Strike Authorization: Alpha-One."
Above the Earth, hidden from every radar, a ghost satellite adjusted its lens.
Within seconds, six barely visible beams lanced downward.
There was no sound, no warning — just instant annihilation.
In a heartbeat, the six missile trucks were gone — replaced by smoking craters.
Inside the attackers' communications network, chaos exploded.
"Launchers destroyed! Launchers destroyed! What the hell just happened?"
"Negative visual! Negative on enemy missiles! Something from orbit?"
"US fleet is active! Repeat, US fleet is active!"
Their panic was infectious.
The commanders realized the trap was collapsing around them.
Their solution was brutal and desperate.
"Take the hostages! Move the diplomats to fallback positions! Any attempt by US forces and we execute them!"
Surya watched grimly from the command room.
Through hacked feeds, he saw masked men grab the world leaders — Presidents, Prime Ministers, Defense Chiefs —
and force them into armored vans, moving them deeper into fortified positions.
The situation had escalated.
"System," Surya said without missing a beat, "re-task Aether weapon to disable armored transports if necessary.
Priority: Hostage safety."
"Acknowledged. Alpha-Two strike window: ninety seconds."
Alarms screamed aboard the US fleet as well.
Fighter jets roared to life on carrier decks, preparing immediate launch.
Meanwhile, Orion, Chameleon, Viper, and Havoc tightened their gear, ready for ground assault.
This wasn't a war anymore —
this was a hostage crisis with global stakes.
And failure was not an option.
Surya adjusted his tactical glasses, marking each van and fortified position.
His voice was calm.
"Time to hunt."