With a racing heart, she darted into the room, locking the door behind her. Her forehead glistened with sweat, her anxiety palpable. The echo of soldiers' voices lingered beyond the locked barrier, but they were deceived—she wasn't there anymore.
Moving swiftly, she set up the computer, arranging the pieces for an online stream. The machine was primed, ready to share the truth with the world. Taking a seat, she took a deep breath before beginning.
"I'm Sarah Ride, a scientist working for the KTG Terrorist organization. Today, if you're watching this, know that I'll face my end, exposing the greatest secret unknown to all. KTG's plan is to conquer the world, using innocent children as experiments to forge superhumans for battle."
Her voice quivered, her conviction clear. Every scientist had dismissed the plan, but it continued, draining resources and lives, including hers and her loved ones'. Tears welled, falling onto the table before her. But after a moment, she lifted her head, wiping the evidence of her distress.
"After years of effort, the unexpected happened. Project CT7, a group of superhuman children, emerged. They're being trained as weapons. Witnessing their capabilities is terrifying, a threat that looms large over the world. The locked door creaked ominously, revealing the danger outside. Bombs were placed on it, ready to shatter the barrier."
Her voice faltered as she whispered, "I love you, Karen," tears streaming down her cheeks. She missed her daughter desperately, the weight of their separation a heavy burden. The sadness was overwhelming, but time was short. The door exploded, a violent force that shattered everything.
Sarah's heartbeat pounded in her ears as she crumbled to the floor, life extinguished by an order from the officer. The soldier carried her, positioning her to kneel.
Amidst the chaos, the computer's voice cut through, announcing the video's successful online upload. The officer's command rang out, demanding the computer's destruction. Gunfire echoed, reducing the once-functional machine to wreckage.
Sarah's laughter filled the room, a haunting sound amidst the chaos. Her ears bled as her eyes swelled with tears, a grim defiance shining through. "You're powerless now," she declared, her voice laced with triumph. "The video is online—everyone will finally see your hidden deeds."
The officer's retort was cold and calculated. "Do you truly believe that an online video will bring peace?" he sneered. "No, it will bring war—a war we've long prepared for, though unsure of the first strike. Thanks to you, that ambiguity is gone. The war is imminent."
A chilling realization gripped Sarah. Tremors wracked her body as she contemplated the implications of her actions. Were these the KTG's intentions all along?
The order was given, the soldier's blade descended, and Sarah's world spiraled into darkness. The cold steel parted her throat, releasing a torrent of blood that painted a macabre portrait of her final moments. Desperation clawed at her, her breath faltered, and violent tremors seized her.
In those heart-wrenching moments, Sarah's thoughts were consumed by her daughter, Karen. She envisioned Karen at her graduation, the culmination of her academic journey. A surge of emotion flooded Sarah—guilt, regret, and an indomitable love for the life she'd lost.
The blade's ruthless journey marked the end of her existence, severing her connection to the world. In those fleeting instants, her thoughts lingered on the conviction that she had accomplished one thing in the face of darkness: she had exposed the KTG's malevolent machinations to the world.
As life ebbed away, a poignant question lingered—would the world believe her revelation? Were there truly weapons of such destructive power? The truth, now concealed within her silenced voice, hung suspended, awaiting its moment of reckoning.
In a span of moments, a life was silenced, a revelation ignited, and a world forever changed. The officer's pistol shot marked both an end and a beginning, a testament to bravery, sacrifice, and the unyielding power of truth.
As the sun heralded a new day, the video unleashed by Sarah ignited like a wildfire, racing through the digital landscape. Within just a single day, over 100 million Americans viewed it. Across the globe, the video amassed over a billion views. The collective sentiment was one of fear and apprehension. The entire nation seemed suspended in an eerie state, with schools devoid of students and an unusual hush enveloping the surroundings. The video had left its indelible mark, infusing the air with unease and uncertainty.
"Of course, sir. I'll ensure her safe arrival at the embassy," assured the Nigerian Ambassador to the USA. The morning light cast its glow on Karen, the daughter of Sarah, the scientist who had exposed the KGT's secrets. Since her mother's departure, Karen had been living with her aunt in Nigeria. The idyllic calm of their lives was shattered when unfamiliar cars pulled up outside, triggering a mix of apprehension and curiosity. Idowu Basit, a DSS security agent, approached the door, his badge glinting in the sunlight. He exchanged words with Jessica, Karen's aunt, as concern swirled in the air.
Jessica's uncertainty grew as Basit's urgency became evident. "What's wrong, Agent?" she inquired, her voice trembling. Basit's gaze shifted to Karen as he replied, "You and Karen need to come with me." Suspicion gnawed at Jessica, a fear she couldn't ignore. Her eyes darted to Basit's badge, trying to glean some reassurance. But even as Basit tried to convey the urgency, Jessica hesitated, her trust shaken.
Tensions escalated as Basit's patience wore thin. Angrily, he exclaimed, "We need to go, now!" But before the situation could fully unfold, a thunderous explosion rent the air. Swift as a hawk, Basit acted, propelling Jessica to safety before racing into the house. He emerged moments later, clutching Karen and leaping away from the impending devastation. The house trembled as the explosion struck, reducing it to rubble.
With the dust settling, Jessica approached Karen with concern etched on her face. Karen stirred, coughing up blood—an alarming sight that sent shivers down Jessica's spine. Basit's glare conveyed frustration, a silent plea for swifter action. Urgency dripped from his words, "Get in the car, now!" A trio bound by circumstance, they entered the waiting vehicle.
As the car sped away, the tension in the air was palpable. Karen's voice quivered, inquisitive, "Who are they, Aunt Jessica?" Basit's voice cut through the silence, explaining, "Your mother worked for the KGT Terrorist organization. She exposed their secrets in a video, and she mentioned your name. They're after you." Shock mingled with realization as Karen began to grasp the gravity of the situation.