Amidst the bustling chaos of cars, buses, and people, a cab pulls in with a honk. Carlos emerges, holding the zip bag, and pays the cabbie with a rustle of bills exchanging hands.
Meanwhile, a cab parks some way behind with Kage slipping out and keeping a watchful eye on Carlos. He discreetly slips the driver a hundred dollar note with a whisper of paper changing hands, then follows Carlos.
Using the Hitch lens, Kage scans Carlos's bag, revealing only a dress that bore a striking resemblance to airport security attire.
Now he knew Carlos plan having, armed with foresight and advanced technology, swiftly navigates towards a blind spot shielded from the prying eyes of security cameras. With a fluid motion, he activates his nano-tech armor, a masterpiece of design and functionality. The once ordinary figure is now transformed, adorned in sleek black plating with striking neon green accents that trace intricate patterns of power and agility. His helmet, a masterpiece of engineering, cloaks his visage, its red luminescent line casting an ominous glow.
Amidst the pulsating heartbeat of the airport, Kage activated another feature of his advanced armor: the invisibility mode. With a subtle hum, the world around him seemed to bend and warp, its light-bending camouflage screen seamlessly blending him into the surroundings with a ripple.
With the agility of a seasoned parkour expert, Kage effortlessly scaled the towering walls of the airport buildings with a graceful leap and a scramble of limbs. As he ascended, his movements were a blur of calculated precision, each foothold and handhold chosen with meticulous care.
Reaching the terminal point with a swoosh of air, Kage surveyed the sprawling expanse of the airport from his elevated vantage point.
Perched on a nearby rooftop, he crouched, his form now a ghostly silhouette against the backdrop of the night sky. While he remained unseen and unheard, his eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the area outside the security area.
With the location of the Skyfleet plane firmly embedded in his mind, Kage understood that Carlos would inevitably pass through this crucial checkpoint.
Suddenly, the shrill wail of the fire alarm pierced the air, prompting Kage's muttered recognition, "That must be him."
As Kage observed security vehicles screeching to a halt outside the secure perimeter and security personnel rushing inside, his suspicions were confirmed.
Amidst the sea of faces, his advanced facial recognition algorithms pinpoint Carlos, his intent evident as he makes a beeline towards a abandoned police car.
Outside the security area, Carlos donned an airport security uniform, oblivious to the imminent threat, moved with a false sense of security. But Kage, even in his invisible state, was always one step ahead.
With precision born of years of training, Kage deploys a tracking dart, its tip glinting momentarily before embedding itself onto the police car's frame. As the dart secures its grip, Kage's lips curl into a satisfied smirk beneath his helmet.
Whispering under his breath, the words a blend of determination and triumph, Kage murmurs, "Gotcha."
Carlos was clueless, since he made his way to find a fuel tanker.While Kage tracked his car and followed him.
Carlos eyes narrow as they land on the massive fuel tanker, his gaze then shifts to the driver, engrossed in a routine inspection of the tanker's contents. Seizing the moment, Carlos, with a predator's instinct, swiftly closes the distance. In a fluid motion, he grips the unsuspecting driver, and with a brutal twist, silences him forever with a snap.
With the immediate threat neutralized, Carlos, drawing from a dark well of expertise, deftly maneuvers beneath the tanker. With swift, practiced hands, he discreetly fastens the Explosive Keychain beneath the tanker's belly with a clink.
He twists the base with a click, igniting a tiny red light with a beep. The faint ping signals the bomb is activated.
From the depths of his pocket, Carlos produces
older model of a Sony Ericsson mobile phone, which has a map application on the screen. The map is showing a location in Michigan, USA, with coordinates and a red dot.
Carlos climbs inside the truck with a clunk, starting the engine. The truck roars to life with a vroom, its heavy tires leaving smoky trails on the asphalt with a screech.
Within the sprawling expanse of the airport, under the shadow of colossal hangars and the steady gaze of control towers, Carlos accelerates the fuel truck, its metal behemoth cutting through the open tarmac. The Skyfleet S570 prototype, a marvel of engineering, sits unsuspectingly, its sleek design gleaming under the floodlights, a symbol of technological progress.
The air is thick with tension and the acrid scent of jet fuel. Carlos, with every rev of the engine, maneuvers the truck closer to the Skyfleet.
As Carlos had a plan to position the fuel truck strategically to hit the Skyfleet, aiming for maximum devastation.
But unseen behind him, Kage, a shadow in the night, pursues with a silent, relentless intensity. With each stride, his supernatural agility propels him forward, closing the distance effortlessly. As Carlos focuses on the road ahead, unaware of the impending threat, Kage, like a ghost, scales the truck's rear, his movements fluid and silent.
Carlos, consumed by the task at hand, remains unaware of Kage's presence until it's too late. By the time he senses a shift in the air, Kage has already reached the front of the truck
With the Skyfleet in his crosshairs, Carlos is moments away from unleashing catastrophe. But before his plan can reach its horrifying climax, Kage, with a burst of unmatched agility, smashes through the truck's window, his kick echoing like a gunshot.
Carlos, caught off guard, crumples under the force. Before the truck even swerves, Kage, now in control, seizes the wheel, his eyes fixed on the pursuit ahead.He easily drives the truck away from the previous course and moves it to a location away from prying eyes.
Kage activates the comms and informs"Breaker, the threat to Skyfleet has been neutralized."