The scene opens in Shiro Arcadia's lavish office, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room. Shiro stands near the large floor-to-ceiling windows, his hands behind his back as he gazes out over the city below. Hank stands a few feet behind him, waiting for Shiro to speak.
Shiro: "The lead we received… we still don't know its origin, do we?"
Hank adjusts his collar slightly, his tone cautious.
Hank: "No, sir. It came through the usual channels, but whoever provided it went through extreme lengths to stay hidden. There's no clear trace of who it might have been."
Shiro's lips curl into a faint smile, his glowing eyes reflecting off the glass.
Shiro: "Whoever it is, they know too much about Ronen's smuggling operation. I don't trust them, but we'll play their game—for now. It's time to move."
Hank: "Understood. I'll prepare the team immediately."
Without another word, Shiro turns from the window, walking toward his desk. His fingers tap rhythmically on the surface, eyes narrowed in thought.
Shiro: "This Phantom X business has gone on long enough. If we don't act soon, Ronen's influence will seep into every corner of this city."
Hank nods as he turns to leave.
Hank: "It's time then."
---
Cut to the Night Train:
A sleek, modern train weaves its way along the side of a mountain, its silver carriages glinting faintly under the moonlight. Inside, passengers sit quietly, unaware of what lurks just beyond the cliffs.
On a high ridge above the train, five figures stand motionless, silhouetted against the night sky. Their red uniforms are muted by the darkness, but a bold "A" emblazoned on their chests stands out. The insignia—a hand shaped like a spyglass—marks them as members of an elite, covert group.
Their faces are covered, only their sharp, piercing eyes visible as they watch the train silently. The leader of the group—a tall, imposing figure with a muscular frame—speaks in a low, gravelly voice.
Leader: "It's time. The package is in transit. We cannot fail."
The others nod in agreement. One of them kneels, placing a hand on the ground.
Operative 1: "All readings are clear. No interference from other parties yet. But it won't be long before they catch on."
Another member, slightly shorter but with a powerful aura, steps forward.
Operative 2: "The Phantom X shipment will be heavily guarded. We need to move fast. If we don't take it now, Arcadia will tighten his grip even more."
The leader raises a hand, silencing the group. His eyes narrow as he watches the train approaching a bend in the mountain.
Leader: "Arcadia's arrogance will be his downfall. Prepare to move. We retrieve the package, and we vanish."
As the train nears their position, the five figures leap from the mountaintop with practiced precision, descending swiftly toward the train below. They move like shadows, barely making a sound as they land atop the train with grace. The wind rushes past them, but they remain focused on their mission.
---
Inside the Train:
Inside one of the train's storage compartments, crates marked with the symbol of Arcadia Industries are stacked high. One crate in particular stands out—its metal surface gleaming, and faint blue light pulsing from within. This is the package they're after: the latest batch of Phantom X serum, destined for one of Ronen's underground syndicates.
---
Cut back to the mountaintop:
As the figures land on the train and begin their mission, the camera cuts back to the mountain ridge where a shadowy figure remains standing, watching the scene unfold. Unlike the others, this figure wears no uniform, and their face is completely hidden in the darkness. A faint smirk crosses their lips.
Mysterious Figure: "Let's see how Arcadia handles this one…"
The figure vanishes into the night as the red-uniformed operatives move swiftly to secure their prize, unaware of the deeper layers of the game they are now part of.
---
Next Chapter Teaser:
Shiro and Hank launch their own operation to intercept the Phantom X shipment, leading to a deadly game of cat and mouse on the speeding train. But as both sides converge, unexpected players enter the fray, and a dangerous new faction makes its presence known. In the shadows, Ronen watches, preparing his next move.