Friday Morning.
The sun crept over the trees as birds chirped lazily. Alex—shirtless, sweat glistening down his back—was in the woods punching trees and shadowboxing like a man preparing for war. His breaths were deep, his movements sharp. Even in hiding, discipline never slept.
Back at the hideout, he strolled in soaked in sweat, wiping his forehead with a towel. The others were waking up, stretching, sipping morning coffee.
Ash slid over on a rolling chair, holding his laptop like it was made of gold.
Ash: "Yo, Alex. Big news. Like, 'blow-your-socks-off' big."
Alex: "Go ahead."
Ash: "I intercepted a message. Two of Sean's top dogs—his first and second underboss—are going to fight another school gang. Tonight. At the harbor."
Alex: "Tonight?"
Ash: "Yep. Real underground scene. Mafia will be there too. Recruiting."
Alex stepped outside to get some air. Mark followed behind him like a lost duckling.
Alex: "What do you want, Mark?"
Mark: "Chill, man. I just wanna vibe with my bestie."
Alex: "Don't call me that."
Mark: "So… you still going to that global boxing tournament on Saturday?"
Alex: "Of course."
Mark: "This Saturday?"
Alex:[deadpan] "No, the next century's Saturday."
Mark: "Okay okay! I'm just saying… it feels like we just started this mission. Now it's already boss fight time."
Alex: "That's how war works. Fast. Sudden."
Mark: "So… what's the real plan, huh? What do you actually want me to do?"
Alex leaned against the wall, serious.
Alex: "I want to infiltrate the mafia and yakuza… then destroy them from the inside. Take it all."
Mark: "You want to… conquer the mafia world?"
Alex: "Exactly."
Mark: "And you need a hacker… to give you their locations… and help you escape when things explode?"
Alex: "Correct again."
Mark: "You are officially insane. I love it."
Joe:[pops out of nowhere] "Yo, can I join too? I've got nothing better to do."
Alex raised an eyebrow. Mark smiled. They all laughed.
They walked back into the hideout.
Weapon Room — 3:30 PM.
Alex unlocked a steel door that hissed open like in a sci-fi movie. Inside—rows of weapons, glimmering under blue LED lights. Knives, pistols, grenades, even flamethrowers.
Alex: "Okay. Listen up."
Joe: "Oooh! I call dibs on the rocket launcher!"
Alex: "We don't have a rocket launcher."
Joe: "Then this pipe. I'll pretend it's a rocket launcher."
Alex: "Girl team: take the jeep. Hacker team: take the Lamborghini. Attack team: BMW. Assassin team: McLaren. Let's go."
Everyone scrambled like kids in a candy store. Alex loaded up with a pistol, tactical knife, and extra magazines. He checked his earpiece.
Alex: "Tonight's not just about high school beef. There'll be mafia eyes watching. So look sharp, fight smarter."
Harbor — 10:00 PM.
A gritty wind swept across the dock. Ships creaked. Floodlights flickered over stacked containers.
Ash's voice buzzed in.
Ash (radio): "Alex. Eyes on two mafia leaders: White Wolf's Woris and Tiger Gang's Tages. They're chilling on containers, sipping wine, watching the school kids fight like it's Netflix."
Alex: "Scan the area. Send assassin team to wipe out external guards. Hackers, kill the escape routes."
Inside the container zone, two high school gangs squared off—Sean's gang with Zack and Vax, and another school's led by the infamous Saint.
Zack: "Hey Vax, look at that kitten across the yard. Thinks he's gonna beat us."
Vax: "Bro's got main character syndrome. Let's beat him up and roll the credits."
Saint:[smoking] "You both talk like you're in a cartoon. Let's fight."
Both gangs screamed and charged. Vax flipped, kicking heads like a breakdancer on caffeine. Zack punched like a boxer on Red Bull. But Saint? He strolled through like a grim reaper—one punch, one KO.
Vax spun through the air, tried a flying kick—
Saint:[grabs mid-air] "Nope."
BAM! Vax slammed into a crate.
Zack stepped forward.
Zack: "Try me now!"
Saint ducked, punched his ribs—CRACK!—then jabbed his chin. Zack dropped like a deflated balloon.
On the container above:
Tages: "Told ya. I win. One million, please."
Woris: "Man… my bank account's crying."
Alex (radio): "Everyone ready?"
Team: "READY!"
Alex: "On three. 1… 2… 3… ATTACK!"
The night exploded.
Assassins dropped guards like shadows. Hackers shut down CCTV and locked all exits. The attack team sprinted in full gear. Joe knocked one guard out with a flying punch and yelled:
Joe: "I'm not just muscle—I'm art!"
Alex: "Joe, quit monologuing and move!"
Woris and Tages panicked. They tried to escape using the back exit.
Alex chased them but got blocked by more guards.
Joe: "GO, man! I'll hold them off!"
Alex: "Thanks, Bob."
Joe: "The hell?! My name's Joe!"
Alex vaulted a container, then sprinted at the fleeing mafia leaders. They turned and screamed as Alex dove and tackled them.
Guards surrounded him. They raised weapons.
Alex (calm): "Big mistake."
He dodged, punched, ducked, and flipped. One by one, guards dropped. He reached Woris—who pulled out a pistol.
Woris (shaking): "Stop! One more step and I shoot my own head!"
Alex: "Relax, Woris."
He dashed forward—disarmed Woris, twisted his wrist—CRACK!—then knocked him out cold.
Tages: "What do you want?!"
Alex: "Information."
Tages: "Then take me. I surrender."
New Safe House — Midnight.
Everyone was back. Bandages on arms, pizza on the table.
Liana: "Dinner time!"
Everyone gathered. Alex stood, raised his glass.
Alex: "To all of you. We caught the enemy. This mission's a win. Raise your glasses—for victory!"
Everyone: "VICTORY!"
Justice Room — 1:00 AM.
Woris and Tages sat in chairs, hands tied.
Joe and Alex brought them food.
Alex: "Eat first. Then talk."
Woris: "Thanks… weird hospitality."
Alex: "So, what do you know about Sean's business?"
Woris: "Not much. But I know his dad—Miguel. He's headed to Italy. Something about the global boxing championship."
Alex: "Is Sean going with him?"
Tages: "Maybe. Why do you care?"
Alex: "Because I'm going to kill both of them."
Woris: "What?! Kid, you're insane."
Tages: "You should focus on your exams. You've got a future."
Alex: "Relax. Our exam is tomorrow. I'll be there."
Woris: "Wait… you're that kid who won the amateur championship last year, right?"
Alex: "Yeah. Why?"
Tages: "So you're joining the global tournament in Italy?"
Alex: "Correct."
Woris: "You planning to attack Miguel during the event?"
Alex: "That's the plan."
Tages: "You're summoning death itself."
Alex: "I know. But this is in my blood."
Woris: "Your blood? Who was your father?"
Alex: "Adrian Hunter."
Woris choked on his food.
Woris: "Adrian… Hunter?!"
Alex: "Yes. And my grandfather is General Agros Zayn Hunter. WWII."
Tages: "You're from the Hunter bloodline…"
Joe: "Wait what?! You never told me this."
Alex: "Mark hacked global files. We found the Hunter Family Tree. Eighteen bloodlines worldwide. One worked directly with global agencies since the first generation. One branch betrayed the mafia—and that was my father. They killed him. But they missed something."
Joe: "You."
Alex: "Exactly."
Tages: "At that time, I was 20. Woris was 22. Back then, Miguel hadn't even ruled yet. It was all Yakuza."
Alex: "Enough. Joe—tie them up again."
Woris: "Wait! I helped!"
Alex: "You're not dying. But you're going to prison."
They left the room.
Alex (radio): "Ash. Call the cops. Everyone, pack up. We're heading back to London."