On August 17th, 2036, Selena Louise walked briskly toward the office door, her steps filled with purpose, her face resolute. Inside, Noah Henry sat quietly, absorbed in a thick, leather-bound book. As the head of the S.C.C. Foundation—Study, Control, and Capture—he was accustomed to dealing with high-stakes situations with methodical precision. The organization he led had over 300 employees and 200 specialized teams across the globe, all dedicated to apprehending the most dangerous criminals. Each team consisted of five members: a captain and four elite operatives, all expertly trained to handle the world's smartest and most formidable criminal minds.
Selena entered the office without hesitation. "Saul Smith has been located in Aberdeen, a major city in the UK," she announced.
Noah lowered his book and met her gaze, his face unreadable. "Assign the operation to Edevane," he instructed.
Without missing a beat, Selena dialed Edevane Felix. A moment later, his deep, steady voice answered.
"Hello, Mr. Felix," she greeted him. "I have a mission for you and your team."
"Of course, what's the mission?" Edevane asked.
"We've tracked down Saul Smith, the notorious mafia mastermind. He's currently hiding in Aberdeen," Selena explained.
"Saul Smith... the mafia genius?" Felix confirmed.
"That's right," she replied.
There was a brief pause. Then, with a hint of excitement in his voice, Edevane responded, "I'd be honored to take on this mission. Capturing a mind like his is exactly the kind of challenge I welcome."
"Are your team members ready?" Selena inquired.
"They're always ready," Felix assured her, but he added, "I do have one question."
"Go ahead," Selena encouraged.
"Do we know exactly where he's staying?" Felix asked.
"Our tracking team hasn't pinpointed the precise location yet, but based on intel from local authorities, we believe he's holed up at the Leonardo Vinci Hotel in Aberdeen," she answered.
"Thanks for the information. We'll get started immediately. Have a great day," Edevane said.
"You too," Selena replied before hanging up.
Edevane stood up from his dining table, having just finished breakfast. His home, an expansive and luxurious mansion, was a testament to his success and influence. After the call, he headed to his private swimming pool, a tranquil refuge from the pressures of his work. He peeled off his T-shirt and dove into the cool water, following his usual routine to clear his mind before missions.
At exactly 9:10 a.m., Edevane climbed out of the pool after a ten-minute swim. He dressed in his signature brown slim-fit bulletproof suit, paired with a crisp white shirt and dark blue tie. After getting ready, he booked one room at the Stations Hotel Aberdeen, preparing for the mission ahead. He lived in London, the journey was long.
Edevane's striking appearance, with medium-length brown hair and a handsome, chiseled face with no hair on his face, matched his over-six-foot frame, making him as imposing as he was skilled.
Meanwhile, Felix was as vigilant as ever. An inherently cautious man, he trusted very few people—his aunt and his young daughter, Emma Edvene, being the only exceptions. Emma, just six years old, was currently spending her holiday with her grandmother, a time she deeply enjoyed. Felix's unshakable commitment to justice led him to join the S.C.C. where he fought tirelessly for what was right. His hobby was to cook food. He was a tough person, always being serious at every moment.
After booking the room, Felix climbed into his BMW, carrying a suitcase filled with essentials: a laptop, a surveillance drone, and some personal items. He dialed his team: James Lawson, Klein Lavin, Lucia Smith, and Ember Cooper.
"Hey, everyone," Felix began. "Today's mission is in Aberdeen. We're after Saul Smith, a notorious mafia boss who's pulled off over 40 bank heists in the U.S. Local authorities say he's staying at the Leonardo Vinci Hotel."
"Sounds like a walk in the park," Lucia quipped.
"Not so fast," Felix replied. "This guy's no amateur. He's booked out the entire hotel to prevent any assassination attempts. But I've reserved one room at the Station Hotel near room no 42 on the 4th floor and the room password is CPU. We'll regroup there."
"Where exactly is that?" James asked.
"Check Google Maps," Felix said.
On his way to Aberdeen, Felix quickly stopped at a KFC in York to pick up some chicken fries, his favorite. While waiting in line, he grew uneasy. He noticed a familiar figure from earlier—a woman on a motorcycle. His instincts told him something was off, so he approached her in the parking lot.
"Hello, my name's Felix. Do you mind telling me yours?" he asked, maintaining a calm but cautious tone.
She glanced at him. "Oh, I'm Clara. How can I help you, Felix?" she replied coolly.
The tension between them was palpable as they stood face-to-face in the parking lot.
"No help needed. I'm just curious—where are you headed, Clara?" Felix asked, his voice steady.
Without warning, Clara pulled a gun and aimed it at Felix. But years of training had sharpened his reflexes, and in one swift move, he dodged the shot, disarmed her, and tossed the weapon aside. She tried to punch him, but Felix countered with a powerful kick that knocked her off balance. Drawing his S.C.C. firearm, set to non-lethal mode, he fired a single shot, rendering Clara unconscious.
Afterward, Felix called the local police.
"Hello, this is Officer Felix from the S.C.C. I need your assistance. A woman just attempted to kill me, but I've subdued her. She's armed, so I request her immediate arrest."
"Can you tell us your location?" the dispatcher asked.
"I'm at KFC on Girdle Street," Felix replied.
"Got it. We'll be there in two minutes," came the response.
Felix hung up and waited. When the police arrived, they questioned him briefly.
"Are you sure you're not lying?" one of the officers asked.
"Feel free to ask the locals," Felix replied calmly.