Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Tenzin's face. He groaned, burying his head deeper into the soft pillows. A gentle shake brought him back to reality."Come on, sleepyhead," Eris's voice was soft but insistent. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder.Tenzin opened his eyes, blinking against the bright light. He was in Eris's apartment, the familiar scent of coffee and something spicy filling the air."Morning," he managed to croak out.Eris smiled. "Morning. It's time to get up. I've got a surprise for you."Intrigue sparked Tenzin's interest. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching his arms. Eris was already in the kitchen, the clinking of dishes providing a cheerful soundtrack."So, what's the surprise?" he asked, padding into the kitchen.Eris turned around a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You'll see."After a quick breakfast, Eris handed Tenzin a set of keys. "This is for your new place. It's just next door."Tenzin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "My place?"Eris nodded. "You can't stay here forever."The apartment was small but efficient, a bachelor's pad in the making. It was on the same floor as Eris', separated only by a shared wall. As she led him through the compact space, Tenzin felt a strange sense of belonging. It was a fresh start, a clean slate."It's not much," Eris admitted, a small smile playing on her lips. "But it's a safe house. And it's close by."Tenzin nodded, appreciating the thought. He had to admit, it was better than he'd expected. A small kitchen, a living area, and a bedroom. It was all he needed for now.After Eris left, Tenzin decided to tackle the kitchen first. He ventured out into the city with a shopping list scribbled on a piece of paper. The familiar chaos of the metropolis was a stark contrast to the quiet efficiency of his new life. He bought essentials – rice, lentils, spices, oil, and a few basic utensils.As he was unloading his groceries, he heard a knock at the door. It was Eris, an apron tied around her waist, a mischievous glint in her eyes."Need some help with that?" she offered, stepping into the apartment.Tenzin grinned. "Sure, why not?"Together, they transformed the kitchen into a makeshift culinary battleground. Eris, surprisingly, was a skilled cook. Her hands moved with a grace that belied her tough exterior. As they worked side by side, a comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the occasional clink of utensils or the sizzle of food.There was an undeniable chemistry between them, a spark that ignited in the cramped space. Tenzin found himself drawn to her, to the way her laughter filled the apartment, to the intensity in her eyes.As they cooked, their conversation turned to lighter topics. They talked about their childhoods, their dreams, their fears. It was a rare moment of normalcy in a world filled with danger and deception.When the food was finally ready, they sat down at the small dining table. The aroma of home-cooked food filled the apartment. As they ate, the conversation turned back to the mission."Sarvagya Sharma is a tough nut to crack," Eris said, her voice serious. "He's been off the grid for decades. We don't know much about him."Tenzin nodded, his mind racing. "We need to find a way to reach him. To remind him of why he started this in the first place."Eris leaned forward, her eyes intense. "Exactly. And we need to be careful. There are people who would love to see us fail."A sense of purpose filled Tenzin. This was his chance to make a difference. To honor his grandfather's legacy. He took a deep breath. "Let's do this," he said, his voice filled with determination.Eris raised her glass in a silent toast. "To the Revolution," she said.They clinked glasses, their eyes meeting across the table. At that moment, Tenzin felt a strange sense of belonging. He was no longer just a pawn in a dangerous game. He was a soldier, a revolutionary. And he was ready for the fight.Eris went back to her apartment. The door clicked shut, leaving Tenzin alone in his new apartment. A sense of both excitement and trepidation filled him. This was the beginning of his new life, a life filled with danger and purpose.He sat down at the small desk and turned on the laptop. It was time to start his research. The name Sarvagya Sharma was his first stop. The internet, a vast ocean of information, was his only guide.Hours passed as Tenzin delved deeper and deeper into the digital world. Most of the results were outdated news articles, praising Sharma as a revolutionary idealist. But there was one article, buried deep within the search results, that caught his attention. It was a three-year-old piece from a local newspaper, mentioning Sharma in passing as a reclusive figure living on the outskirts of the city.A flicker of hope ignited within Tenzin. This was a lead. He focused his search on the area mentioned in the article. It was a quiet neighborhood, far removed from the city's hustle and bustle.Intuition told him he was close. He needed more. With a renewed sense of purpose, Tenzin started exploring the darker corners of the internet. He stumbled upon a leaked database from an e-commerce website, containing customer information. It was a long shot, but worth a try.After hours of sifting through the data, his fingers hovered over a specific address. A surge of adrenaline coursed through him. Could this be it? The address of Sarvagya Sharma?With a surge of adrenaline, Tenzin stood up from his desk. He had found it. An address. A potential lead to Sarvagya Sharma. The implications were immense. This could be a turning point in their mission.A checklist formed in his mind. Supplies, transportation, and information. He needed to be prepared. With a determined look, Tenzin grabbed his keys and headed out.His first stop was a nearby convenience store. He stocked up on non-perishable food, water, and a first-aid kit. A flashlight, a multi-tool, and a spare phone battery were added to the list. He also bought a sturdy backpack to carry his essentials.Next, he drove to a gas station and filled up his SUV. A full tank was essential, especially considering the unknown nature of the mission. As he pumped gas, his mind raced. He needed to gather as much information as possible.His thoughts turned to Eric, the librarian at the local university. Eric was a fount of knowledge, always eager to help. Tenzin decided to pay him a visit.When he arrived at the library, Eric was behind the counter, surrounded by books. "Hey, Eric," Tenzin greeted him, trying to sound casual.Eric looked up, a friendly smile on his face. "Tenzin, good to see you. What can I do for you?"Tenzin hesitated for a moment. "I'm working on a project," he began, "and I need some information on a person. Sarvagya Sharma. Any idea where I can find something?"Eric nodded, his eyes scanning the shelves behind him. "Sarvagya Sharma, huh? That's an old name. Let me see what I can find. Send me your email, I'll send you whatever I can dig up."Tenzin thanked Eric and left the library, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He had laid the groundwork. Now, all he had to do was wait.By the time Tenzin reached home, the sun was beginning to set. Exhaustion washed over him. He had spent the entire day preparing for what could be a dangerous mission. He decided to call it a night, determined to start fresh in the morning.As he drifted off to sleep, his mind was filled with images of Sarvagya Sharma. Who was this man? What had happened to him? The answers lay in the morning.Tenzin woke up early and started preparing for the mission.Adrenaline coursed through Tenzin's veins as he hastily packed his belongings. The thrill of the unknown mixed with a healthy dose of fear propelled him forward. This was it. His first mission. A surge of determination washed over him. He was ready.With his bag slung over his shoulder, Tenzin headed to Eris's apartment. He knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his chest.Eris opened the door, her expression curious. "You're up early," she commented, her voice laced with sleepiness."I found something," Tenzin blurted out, his excitement palpable. "I think I know where Sarvagya Sharma lives."Eris's eyes widened. "You're serious?"Tenzin nodded, his voice filled with conviction. "I'm almost certain."A determined look crossed Eris's face. "I'm in."Tenzin hesitated. "Are you sure? You might have other things to do for the organization."Eris shook her head. "I'm free today. Besides, I want to be there when you meet the legend."Tenzin smiled. "Alright, let's do this."While Eris got ready, Tenzin double-checked his equipment. His phone, fully charged, was tucked into his pocket. A small, discreet handgun was concealed in his waistband. He felt a surge of confidence.Eris emerged from her bedroom, dressed in combat attire. She looked ready for anything. Tenzin couldn't help but admire her determination.Together, they stepped out into the morning light. The city was still asleep, the early morning quiet broken only by the occasional car or the chirping of birds.The address Tenzin had found was in the outskirts of the city, a residential area known for its large, independent houses. As they drove, Tenzin's heart raced. What if he was wrong? What if Sharma wasn't there?They reached the neighborhood and began their search. The houses were identical, each with a manicured lawn and a two-car garage. Tenzin's heart sank as they drove past one house after another."Don't lose hope," Eris said, sensing his growing frustration. "We'll find him."Her words were a balm to his frayed nerves. He focused on the task at hand, his eyes scanning the street numbers. And then, there it was. The address matched the one he had found.A surge of excitement coursed through him. They had found it. Tenzin parked the car a few houses away and they approached the house on foot. It was a large, imposing building with a well-maintained garden.As they reached the front door, a wave of apprehension washed over Tenzin. What would Sharma be like? Would he be hostile? Or would he welcome them with open arms?Eris reached out and squeezed his hand. "You've got this," she whispered.Tenzin took a deep breath and knocked on the door. They waited, the silence stretching into an eternity. Finally, the door creaked open, revealing an elderly woman with kind eyes."Can I help you?" she asked, her voice gentle.Tenzin's heart sank. This wasn't Sarvagya Sharma.