Karen's eyes welled up with disbelief, "That can't be true. My mom died in a plane crash when I was only four years old. This can't be happening." She wiped her tears, her voice trembling.
Jessica's face was a mix of sadness and guilt as she nodded, "I know it's hard to accept, Karen. But your mom, she was working for the KTG all these years."
Karen's eyes widened, her voice a mixture of shock and anger, "You lied to me? How could you?"
One reporter stood up, their voice echoing in the packed press conference room. "President John Jakes, what's your plan for the KTG?" The room fell silent, awaiting the president's response. President Jakes, with a stern expression, began to address the room.
"Well, we've successfully pinpointed the location of the KTG, and we're gearing up for a decisive operation to put an end to their underground activities and bring peace to the world," he stated firmly.
Another journalist chimed in, "Sir, can you share any details about the KTG's exact location and how you plan to prepare for this upcoming conflict?"
President Jakes leaned forward, choosing his words carefully. "I'm afraid I can't disclose the exact location for security reasons, but rest assured that our forces are already in motion. Our troops are ready, and they're well-prepared for what lies ahead."
A different journalist asked a pointed question, "Sir, is there any connection between the KTG and Russia? Are they somehow being controlled by the Russians?"
President Jakes shook his head decisively. "No, there's no connection between the KTG and Russia. In fact, the Russians have also suffered at the hands of the KTG. This organization poses a global threat, and we must act swiftly to neutralize it."
The press conference concluded, and President Jakes was escorted out by his vigilant bodyguards. At the airport, known as Q1, which served as a critical hub for the USA's armed forces, a remarkable sight unfolded. One hundred cargo planes and fighter jets were constantly ascending and descending from the base. The United States had dispatched a formidable contingent of 400 soldiers to the KTG's island stronghold located near Alaska. This island boasted cutting-edge defenses, making the upcoming invasion a formidable challenge.
To confront this perilous mission, the United States had deployed their elite special forces unit known as the Black Cobras. These soldiers were unique, being half-human and half-cyborg, and they had a storied history of successfully completing numerous high-stakes missions, making them a force to be reckoned with.
Tears streamed down Jessica's face, "I didn't lie, Karen. I was trying to protect you."
"Protect me?" Karen scoffed, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I don't need protection. I can take care of myself."
Before Jessica could respond, a deafening explosion rocked the surroundings. A rocket bomb had hit their agency car. The force of the explosion sent shockwaves through the air, shattering windows and sending debris flying. Jessica instinctively shielded Karen with her body, their car tumbling end over end like a ragdoll.
The car finally came to a rest, smoke billowing around it. Karen was dazed, her head spinning as she struggled to make sense of what had just happened. When the smoke cleared, she saw Basit outside the car, his face a mix of determination and fear as he glanced around, assessing the situation.
In the distance, another vehicle roared towards them. A truck plowed into the already damaged car, sending it tumbling further down the road. The impact was jarring, and Karen felt herself tossed around inside the car like a ragdoll. Her heart raced, her breath quickened, and she fought the waves of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her.
The car finally skidded to a stop, and the world seemed to spin around her. Through the shattered windows, Karen saw people fleeing in panic, their screams echoing in her ears. As the dust settled, she realized they had crashed near a bustling market. People were running in every direction, children crying and parents desperately clutching their hands.
Weakly, Karen pushed the door open, her head spinning from the impact. The scene around her was chaotic—people were running, shouting, and the smell of burning rubber filled the air. She staggered out of the car, her legs shaky and her vision blurred. Blood dripped from a gash on her forehead, mixing with the dirt on her face.
"Jessica!" Karen's voice was shaky as she called out to her aunt. She spotted Jessica crawling out of the car, her face contorted in pain. Relief surged through Karen as she rushed towards her, ignoring her own injuries. She reached Jessica just in time to see her aunt collapse onto the ground, gasping for breath.
"Karen..." Jessica's voice was barely a whisper, and Karen's heart clenched in fear. She held Jessica's hand, tears streaming down her face. "I'm here, Auntie. I won't leave you."
The sound of approaching helicopter blades filled the air, and Karen looked up to see a chopper descending nearby. Basit had managed to call for help. He appeared at their side, his face grim but determined. "We need to go, now."
Karen nodded, helping Jessica to her feet. They stumbled towards the helicopter, their bodies aching and battered. As they climbed aboard, the helicopter's engines roared to life, drowning out the chaos below. Basit was at the controls, his focus unwavering as he prepared to take off.
As the helicopter lifted off the ground, Karen's heart pounded in her chest. She cast a final look down at the scene below—the destruction, the chaos, the uncertainty. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing was clear: their lives had changed forever.
In the distance, the truck that had caused the crash pulled to a stop. A man stepped out, his appearance striking—bald head, a metal arm, and an aura of danger. Karen's voice trembled as she turned to Basit, "Who is he?"
Basit's voice was tense as he responded, "He's a KTG soldier. He's here for you, Karen."
Fear and determination intermingled in Karen's eyes as she locked gazes with the soldier. She knew that her life was in danger, and the fight for survival was just beginning. With a deep breath, she steeled herself for the battles that lay ahead.
Back to America Even the President felt the tension. He faced a bunch of reporters at a press conference. They were all eager to know what he would do. He walked up to the front and stood behind the microphone. The reporters got ready with their questions.
One reporter asked, "President John Jakes, what's your plan for the KTG?" Everyone listened closely. The President was about to answer when his secretary whispered something in his ear. He looked surprised for a moment, like something unexpected had happened. He left the microphone, leaving the reporters puzzled and curious.
Something important had been said, something secret. The President decided to go to the Pentagon, the place where they make big defense decisions. The news of this spread quietly through the halls, and the President's determination pushed him forward. The secrets of the nation's security might hold answers, a path forward, and maybe a bit of hope.
As the President headed to the Pentagon, the whole country held its breath. The unknown story was unfolding, connecting itself to the destiny of not just the nation, but the whole world.