(Intense action, mystery, and betrayal unfold as the team intercepts a deadly shipment.)
đź“Ť Location: Abandoned Docks, Apapa, Lagos
đź•’ Time: 11:45 PM
(The night air is thick with tension. The team hides behind a stack of shipping containers, watching as Society operatives unload heavy crates from a cargo ship. Armed guards patrol the area, their rifles glinting under the floodlights.)
Ghost: (whispering) "Alright, we move in silent. No unnecessary gunfire."
Viper: (grinning) "You do know who you're talking to, right?"
Kingsley: (adjusting his glasses) "I'll jam their comms. Give me a sec."
Samantha: (checking her weapons) "What's in these crates that's worth all this security?"
Ghost: "Something called 'Subject X.' We find it, we destroy it."
(Kingsley types furiously on his tablet, hacking into the Society's comms system.)
Kingsley: "Comms are down. We're ghosts now."
Viper: "Ironic, considering he's literally called Ghost."
(Ghost ignores her and signals for the team to move. They slip between shadows, avoiding detection. Samantha and Viper take out two guards with silenced pistols, dragging the bodies into the dark.)
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đź“Ť Location: Cargo Ship
(Ghost and Viper climb onto the deck, scanning for their target. A large container, marked "X-13," sits at the center of the ship, guarded by two men in tactical gear.)
Viper: (whispering) "Let's flip a coin. Heads, I take the left one. Tails, you take the right one."
Ghost: (deadpan) "We don't have a coin."
Viper: "Damn. Guess I'll just take both."
(She moves like lightning, snapping one guard's neck and shoving a knife into the other's throat before he can react.)
Ghost: (shaking his head) "Remind me never to play games with you."
Viper: "Smart man."
(Ghost examines the container and finds it locked with a digital keypad.)
Kingsley: (over comms) "I can override that. Give me a minute."
Samantha: (whispering) "We don't have a minute."
(A patrol approaches. The team hides as four more guards pass, scanning the area.)
Viper: (whispering) "Why do bad guys always walk in groups of four? It's like a video game."
Ghost: "Shh."
(Kingsley finally cracks the code, and the container door hisses open. Inside, something moves. A faint, eerie growl echoes.)
Samantha: "That's not a weapon… is it?"
Ghost: (grimly) "It's worse."
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đź“Ť Inside the Container
(A single humanoid figure stands in the darkness, chained to the wall. Pale skin, glowing blue veins, and eyes that shimmer like liquid mercury.)
Kingsley: (over comms) "Uhhh, guys? I'm reading some seriously messed-up bio-signs from in there."
Viper: "No kidding. Who invited Frankenstein?"
(Ghost approaches cautiously. The figure suddenly moves, snapping its chains like paper.)
Subject X: (low, distorted voice) "You… are not one of them."
(The team raises their weapons. Subject X steps forward, revealing scars and surgical implants.)
Ghost: "Who… what are you?"
Subject X: "A failed experiment. One of many."
Samantha: (whispering) "What the hell did they do to him?"
(Suddenly, an alarm blares across the dock. The Society knows they're here.)
Kingsley: (yelling) "Uh, guys? You've got incoming—a lot of incoming!"
Viper: "Great. Guess we're skipping introductions."
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đź“Ť Location: Dockyard Chaos
(Lights flood the area as Society operatives swarm in. Gunfire erupts. Ghost and Viper provide cover while Samantha and Kingsley retreat with Subject X.)
Viper: (grinning) "This is way more fun than sneaking around."
Ghost: "Remind me to never let you plan a mission again!"
(Viper shoots down a drone mid-air, then flips over a crate, taking out another guard with a spinning kick.)
Viper: (laughing) "I should charge for this level of entertainment."
(Ghost reloads and shoves her behind cover as a grenade lands nearby. The explosion sends debris flying.)
Samantha: (over comms) "We need an exit, now!"
Kingsley: "Way ahead of you! Boat's prepped at the west dock!"
Ghost: "Move!"
(They sprint toward the escape boat, dodging gunfire. Subject X leaps over a stack of crates effortlessly, moving with unnatural speed.)
Viper: (panting) "Not creepy at all!"
(The team makes it to the boat just as more operatives close in. Subject X turns, raises a hand, and the air crackles—a shockwave sends their enemies flying.)
Kingsley: (wide-eyed) "Holy—did he just—?"
Samantha: "No time! We're leaving!"
(The boat speeds away as bullets pepper the water behind them. The Society is left standing at the docks, furious.)
Ghost: (watching Subject X) "What the hell did they create?"
Subject X: (quietly) "The beginning of something worse."
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đź“Ť Location: Safehouse
đź•› Time: 3:17 AM
(The team regroups, catching their breath. Subject X stares out the window, his expression unreadable.)
Kingsley: "So… we just stole a human science experiment. That's a first."
Viper: "Technically, I stole him. You just tagged along."
Ghost: (serious) "We need answers. What did the Society do to you?"
(Subject X turns, his gaze dark.)
Subject X: "They weren't just making weapons. They were making monsters. And I wasn't the only one."
(A tense silence fills the room.)
Samantha: (grimly) "Then we need to burn them down before they make more."
(Ghost nods. The war has just escalated.)
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