In the meeting room, the atmosphere was heavy with sorrow and reflection as Boon-Nam, Ike Eiji, Prudenzio Giro, and Dario Cross grappled with the loss of students during the Middle School stage of their demanding program.
The transition to the elite stage had come at a cost, and the weight of that cost was felt deeply by all.
Boon-Nam, her voice tinged with emotion, expressed her grief. "Did we not prepare them enough? We have so few left now," she said, attempting to hold back tears.
Prudenzio Giro, speaking in his native Italian, echoed her sentiments with a heavy heart. "Dio onnipotente, non sto dicendo che stiamo facendo del bene, ma non i nostri figli..." His words, translated to "God almighty, I'm not saying we're doing good but not our children," conveyed the inner turmoil he felt, struggling to maintain his composure.
Ike Eiji, ever the pragmatist, tried to offer a perspective grounded in the harsh reality of their work. "This is our job. It's okay to mourn their deaths, but at the end of the day, we trained them for this. Plus, we all lost somebody during our chosen selection." His words were meant to be comforting, a reminder that they had all endured loss on their paths.
Cross nodded, acknowledging Ike's point. "I get what you're saying, Ike. Well spoken." Yet, despite his agreement, Cross's mind wandered to the absence of Suhal Chika. "Guess he's taking it hard too?" he asked, his curiosity piqued by the missing instructor.
Boon-Nam, her tone filled with empathy, explained, "He locked himself in his room. It's obvious that he's crying his eyes out... These kids changed him. A ruthless and sadistic assassin finally has a heart after training these children."
Her words painted a poignant picture of Suhal Chika's transformation, a testament to the impact these young trainees had on their mentors.
Though she and Suhal had never been close, Boon-Nam respected his dedication and how he had cared for the children over the years.
In that moment, the instructors shared a collective understanding of the profound responsibility they bore.
Despite their differences, they were united by the bonds forged through their shared experiences and the mutual desire to honor the memories of those they had lost.
As they sat in silence, the room resonated with the unspoken promise to continue their work with renewed purpose, ensuring that no sacrifice had been in vain.
Cross took a deep breath, rubbing his temples as he tried to regain his focus amidst the weight of their recent losses.
Despite the emotional toll, he knew they had to press on, driven by the program's demands and their commitment to the students who remained.
"Okay," he began, looking at the others with a steely determination, "Right now our program survival rating is at 63%. That's the plus side." He picked up a spreadsheet filled with data, scanning the figures that represented both their successes and failures.
"It says that 43 students died while 57 dropped out," he continued, the numbers heavy with implication. "This gives us a very high survival rating, which is good. Because the original chosen selection traditionally only has a 1% survival rate."
The room was silent as the instructors absorbed this information.
Cross's words were a stark reminder of the harsh realities they faced, but also a testament to the improvements they had achieved in the program's structure and execution.
"Despite the losses, we've managed to significantly increase the chances of survival for our students," Cross emphasized, his voice steady. "That's something we can build on, a foundation for further refining our approach."
The instructors nodded, recognizing the importance of maintaining perspective.
While the loss of any student was deeply felt, the improved survival rate was a sign that their efforts were making a difference.
The conversation shifted, focusing on strategies to continue enhancing the program.
They discussed new methodologies, potential resources, and the importance of supporting one another as they navigated the challenges ahead.
Cross, sensing the renewed resolve in the room, concluded, "Let's honor those we've lost by ensuring their sacrifices lead to better outcomes for those who remain. We owe them that much."
With a sense of purpose, the instructors left the meeting, ready to face the future with determination and a commitment to nurturing the potential of the young assassins under their care.
With the meeting over and the room emptied, Cross sat alone, the silence a stark contrast to the earlier discussions.
He picked up the attendance sheet of all the surviving students, his eyes scanning the names and grades with a mix of pride and contemplation.
To his surprise, he noticed that all of the remaining students were top performers.
The elite group had truly risen to the occasion, their dedication and resilience evident in their academic achievements.
At the forefront of this group were the "Big 3": Leo, Vagan Walker, and Yukana Kashī, each maintaining an impressive A+ grade.
Leo's analytical mind and strategic acumen had propelled him to the top, his understanding of complex concepts and ability to apply them practically setting him apart.
Vagan Walker, with his technical brilliance and adaptable nature, had also earned his place among the best.
Yukana Kashī, with her intelligence and social finesse, completed the trio, her skills in manipulation and understanding of human behavior proving invaluable.
The rest of the students, while not part of the Big 3, were not far behind, each securing an A in their respective fields.
Their collective achievements were a testament to the effectiveness of the program, despite its rigorous demands and high expectations.
Cross leaned back in his chair, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
The journey had been arduous, but the results spoke volumes about the potential of these young operatives.
They were not only surviving but thriving, each one a testament to the meticulous training and support they had received.
With renewed determination, Cross resolved to continue supporting them, ensuring that their talents were honed to perfection.
These students represented the future of the program, a new generation of elite operatives ready to take on the challenges of their world.
As he closed the file, Cross felt a sense of hope, knowing that their hard work and sacrifices were paving the way for a brighter future.
Cross reviewed the list of remaining candidates, focusing on the diverse group of female students who, while not quite at the level of the Big 3, were still performing admirably.
Each had carved out a niche in the program, showcasing unique skills and backgrounds that added depth to the cohort.
Yoon Ga-ram, hailing from North Korea, possessed a keen intellect and a meticulous attention to detail.
Her analytical skills and ability to remain calm under pressure made her a valuable asset in strategic planning and execution.
Verona Strobel, from Germany, impressed with her disciplined approach and strong physical capabilities.
Her background lent her a methodical mindset, which she applied effectively in both training and missions.
Rosa Negra Cisneros, representing Mexico, excelled in adaptability and quick thinking.
Her dynamic personality and resourcefulness allowed her to navigate complex situations with ease, making her a standout in field operations.
Revy Mcgarden, from Ukraine, was known for her tenacity and fierce determination.
Her proficiency in combat and unwavering resolve earned her respect among peers and instructors alike, contributing significantly to team dynamics.
Fabiola Francisca, a Brazilian student, brought a vibrant energy to the group.
Her charisma and social skills were matched by a sharp mind, enabling her to excel in roles that required negotiation and persuasion.
Amara Webb, with her European roots, displayed a remarkable ability to synthesize information and innovate.
Her creativity and willingness to think outside the box were invaluable in developing unconventional strategies and solutions.
Cross noted the potential in each of these candidates, recognizing the strengths they brought to the program.
They complemented the Big 3, forming a well-rounded team capable of tackling various challenges with a diverse array of skills and perspectives.
While the journey ahead remained demanding, Cross felt confident in the capabilities of these young women.
Their progress and potential were testaments to their hard work and the comprehensive training they had received.
As he placed the file back on his desk, Cross knew that with continued guidance and support, these candidates would undoubtedly rise to greatness within the organization.
Cross turned his attention to the files of the remaining male candidates, each bringing their own stories and strengths to the program.
Unlike some of their peers, these young men had been taken into the fraternity as children rather than being born into it, resulting in a different developmental trajectory.
Yet, they had persevered, demonstrating resilience and adaptability that set them apart from the 57 who had dropped out.
Enzo Suwa, an Italian candidate, was known for his strategic thinking and problem-solving skills.
His ability to anticipate opponents' moves and plan accordingly made him a key player in tactical exercises.
Altaïr Eirikr, from the Netherlands, had a natural affinity for technology and innovation.
His proficiency with gadgets and systems often gave his team an edge in missions requiring technical expertise.
Ryota Takeda, hailing from Japan, excelled in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat.
His discipline and dedication to honing his physical skills were evident in his performance, earning him a reputation as a formidable fighter.
Hyon Seung-Woo, a South Korean candidate, brought a sharp intellect and quick reflexes to the table.
His analytical approach and ability to think on his feet made him invaluable in high-pressure situations.
Cole Cooke, representing the United States, had a natural leadership quality that inspired those around him.
His charisma and ability to rally his peers in challenging situations were instrumental in team-based exercises.
Cross, having been accepted into the fraternity at a young age rather than at birth himself, felt a particular affinity for these candidates.
He respected their journey and the unique perspectives they brought to the program.
Their determination to succeed and their ability to adapt had earned his admiration.
The original plan was to narrow the group down to ten elites, but seeing the progress these candidates had made, Cross considered the possibility of allowing them to continue.
They had proven themselves capable, and their diverse backgrounds could add value to the elite ranks.
As Cross pondered this decision, he recognized the potential for growth and excellence within this group.
Their journey had been different, but no less significant, and their contributions could shape the future of the program in unexpected ways.
With this in mind, he resolved to support them as they continued to develop their skills and forge their paths within the fraternity.
Cross sat alone in his office, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on his shoulders.
As much as he appreciated and respected the progress of the remaining candidates, he knew that the path to solidifying their status as elites required facing real-world challenges.
An S rank mission was a necessary step, despite the inherent risks.
He sifted through the files, seeking a mission that would test their skills without unnecessarily endangering their lives.
The task needed to be challenging yet manageable, something that would push them to their limits but allow for success if executed correctly.
Finally, he settled on a mission that fit the criteria: an extraction operation requested by the Mexican government.
The objective was to recover women who had been trafficked by the notorious Sinaloa cartel, the most powerful criminal organization in Mexico.
To an experienced assassin, the mission might seem straightforward—at least on the surface.
However, the complexities of dealing with a formidable cartel, navigating their networks, and ensuring the safe extraction of the victims added layers of difficulty that would test even the most seasoned operatives.
Cross knew the stakes were high.
The cartel's reach and influence made them a dangerous adversary, and any missteps could have dire consequences.
Yet, he believed in the capabilities of the young candidates.
Their training had prepared them for such challenges, and he trusted in their ability to execute the mission with precision and care.
Gathering the files, Cross prepared to brief the candidates.
He would emphasize the importance of meticulous planning, stealth, and teamwork.
The operation required not only their individual skills but also their ability to work seamlessly as a unit.
As he contemplated the mission, Cross felt a mix of apprehension and confidence.
This was a pivotal moment for the candidates—a chance to prove themselves and solidify their status within the fraternity.
With the right preparation and mindset, he was hopeful that they would rise to the occasion and accomplish the task at hand, paving the way for their future as elite operatives.
The tension in Cross's office was palpable as he faced Elara, his trusted right-hand.
Her initial shock and anger at the mission he had chosen were understandable, given the gravity of the situation.
The Sinaloa cartel was notorious for its brutality, and sending the young candidates on such a mission was a calculated risk.
"Are you fuckin' insane!? Cross, why are you giving them this mission of all things?" Elara's voice was sharp with disbelief, her eyes locked onto his.
Cross's face remained impassive, his resolve unyielding. "It's the requirement for them to become S-ranked assassins," he reiterated, knowing full well the weight of his decision.
Elara's anger was unabated. "It's the Sinaloa cartel, Dario... They're brutal! They'll kill them and not even quickly."
Cross met her gaze, his expression serious. "We did one S-ranked mission during our chosen selection. This is the most straightforward mission I can find. No fighting is necessary—all they have to do is sneak in and out."
Elara's frustration spilled over. "43 children, Cross!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the room. "We had to bury 43 children! Do you not even care—"
Before she could finish, Cross's fist slammed into the solid wood desk, splitting it in half with a resounding crack.
The sudden violence silenced the room, the intensity of his emotions laid bare.
"Don't you fuckin' dare finish that sentence..." Cross's voice was low, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. "I know that we lost a lot of them... I do care, but don't act like their parents. We knew what they were going to do before the chosen selection even began. It doesn't seem like I care, but I do care about these children, damnit!"
As he wiped the blood from his hand, the room fell into a heavy silence.
Elara's anger dissipated, replaced by an understanding of the burden Cross carried.
She knew his love for the children was profound, even if it wasn't always visible.
His decision, though harsh, was driven by the belief that they could succeed, that they were ready for this challenge.
After a moment, Elara spoke, her voice softer. "I know you care, Dario. I just... I worry about them. They're like family."
Cross nodded, his expression softening slightly. "I worry too. But they need this. They need to prove themselves, to become what we know they can be."
With a deep breath, Elara accepted his decision, standing by his side as she always had.
Together, they would prepare the candidates for the mission, ensuring they had every tool and strategy needed to succeed.
Cross's decision, though difficult, was made with the best intentions, and he would do everything in his power to see them through safely.
Cross's decision to appoint Elara as the mentor for the mission came as a surprise to her.
She had always been a trusted confidante and skilled operative, but leading the young candidates on such a critical mission was a significant responsibility.
"The four instructors are too heartbroken for this task, so I need you to become the mentor over this mission," Cross explained, his tone firm yet understanding of the weight he was placing on her shoulders.
Elara was taken aback. "Me? You want me to mentor them?" she asked, processing the unexpected responsibility.
Cross nodded, his decision unwavering. "I've already made up my mind about the team setup," he said, pulling out his plans for the mission. "It's going to be two teams of seven, evenly distributing the 14 candidates."
He laid out the details:
- Team A would consist of Yoon Ga-ram, Verona Strobel, Rosa Negra Cisneros, Leo, Vagan Walker, Altaïr Eirikr, and Ryota Takeda. This team was strategically composed to balance intellect, combat skills, and technical expertise, ensuring a well-rounded approach to the mission.
- Team B included Fabiola Francisca, Amara Webb, Enzo Suwa, Hyon Seung-Woo, Yukana Kashī , and Cole Cooke. This group was chosen for their adaptability, leadership qualities, and diverse skill sets, providing complementary strengths to tackle various aspects of the operation.
Elara studied the plan, understanding the rationale behind the team compositions.
She recognized the potential in each candidate and the importance of her role in guiding them through this mission.
"Alright," she said, her voice steadying with resolve. "I'll do it. I'll mentor them and make sure they're ready."
Cross gave her a nod of appreciation. "I trust you, Elara. You have the skills and experience to lead them. Equip them with everything they need, and ensure they know the risks and strategies."
With the plan in place, Elara prepared to take on the challenge of mentoring the young operatives.
She was determined to guide them through the mission, ensuring they were as prepared as possible to confront the dangers ahead.
Her leadership would be crucial in helping them navigate the complexities of the task and return safely.
Cross adjusted his approach, recognizing the importance of shared leadership in the mission's success.
"No, we are mentoring them," he clarified, emphasizing the collaborative nature of their roles. "You can't keep your eyes on both teams at the same time, so I'll stay here and operate Team A from a distance. Leo is on the team, so you know everything will go pretty smoothly."
He pointed to the team setup, highlighting the strategic placement of the Big Three. "I made sure to put the Big Three separately into each team. Yukana Kashī, while not really the leader type, has incredible skills that will complement Team B. That's why I'm sending you on the field physically with them. Leo has the best leadership skills out of the three, so nothing will go bad on his watch. Vagan is just extra muscle because I can't, unfortunately, split him in half."
Cross's plan was designed to balance the strengths of each candidate, ensuring both teams had the necessary skills and leadership to navigate the mission's challenges. Leo's leadership would guide Team A, while Elara's presence would provide on-ground support and guidance for Team B.
Elara nodded, understanding the strategic thinking behind the team allocations. "Alright, we'll keep communication open, and I'll coordinate closely with you from the field. We'll make sure both teams are synchronized and ready for any contingencies."
Cross felt reassured by their combined efforts.
With Elara in the field and his oversight from the command center, they would maintain a comprehensive view of the mission, optimizing their chances for success.
The combination of experience, leadership, and diverse skills among the candidates would be their greatest asset in confronting the challenges posed by the Sinaloa cartel.
Together, they would ensure that the mission was executed with precision and care, safeguarding the young operatives under their charge.
Back in the field, Team A was meticulously executing their plan.
Leo, stationed 3.5 miles away from the base where women and children were held captive, had dedicated a week to observing the guards' movements with remarkable precision.
His keen eyes tracked every pattern, noting when guards took breaks and even predicting their bathroom timings based on their meals.
His thorough analysis ensured that the team's approach would be as flawless as possible.
Meanwhile, the rest of the team was positioned just 63 meters from the base, expertly camouflaged and maintaining a low profile to avoid detection.
The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of anticipation and focus as they waited for the perfect moment to strike.
"Geez, I could never understand how you can see from that far away with no binoculars," Vagan jokes, his curiosity genuine despite the seriousness of the situation.
"Can you not make jokes while we're so close to danger?" Ryota retorted, clearly annoyed by Vagan's thirteenth joke of the mission.
Before Vagan could respond with another quip, Cross's voice cut in through their headsets, steady and authoritative. "Focus, you two," he instructed, reminding them of the gravity of their task.
Leo, unfazed by the brief exchange, continued his surveillance, fully aware of the responsibility on his shoulders.
His leadership and strategic foresight were critical to the mission's success, and he knew that every detail mattered.
With Cross monitoring from afar and the team's meticulous preparation, they were ready to execute their plan.
The stakes were high, but Leo and his team were determined to navigate the risks and bring the captives to safety.
The success of the mission depended on their ability to work together, leveraging each member's strengths while maintaining focus on their shared objective.
As the guards headed off for their lunch break, Leo seized the opportunity.
"Vagan, I need you to hack the east side gates," he instructed, his eyes still locked on the departing guards. "They had burritos and tacos today, so we have about 15 minutes before they get back."
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Vagan nodded, swiftly getting to work on the security system.
Despite the cartel's reputation for having robust security, Vagan knew that their reliance on brute force over strategy left vulnerabilities in their systems. "Geez, these guys are so damn stupid," he remarked with a smirk as he bypassed the security measures, opening the gates.
With the path clear, Leo gave the signal, and the team moved in with precision and speed.
Each member knew their role, executing the plan with flawless coordination.
The synergy among them was palpable, each movement seamless as they advanced towards their objective.
Watching them in action, Vagan couldn't help but be impressed. "I knew I shouldn't be worried about Team A," he thought, observing the group's supernatural synergy. "Leo has an unworldly ability to make a team like a well-oiled machine. He's quite an amazing leader; he might even take my place one day."
Leo's leadership shone through, his ability to bring out the best in his team evident in their smooth execution of the mission.
Every step was calculated, every action deliberate, ensuring they moved swiftly and undetected through the base.
As they progressed, the mission unfolded just as planned, a testament to their preparation and Leo's strategic oversight.
The team's success was a culmination of their hard work and Leo's exceptional ability to unite them under a common goal, showcasing the potential that Cross and Elara had seen in him.
With each passing moment, they drew closer to completing their objective, driven by the confidence and trust instilled by their leader.
As Leo sat down, maintaining his vigil while waiting for his team to check in, he couldn't shake a growing sense of unease.
"This is a simple mission," he reassured himself, reflecting on the cartel's lack of experience with operatives of their caliber.
Yet, despite the apparent ease, a nagging feeling of impending trouble gnawed at him.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a bullet whizzed past, narrowly missing him.
Instinctively, Leo dodged, adrenaline surging through his veins as he sprang to his feet.
His senses heightened, he quickly scanned the surroundings, searching for the source of the attack.
The realization that the mission might not be as straightforward as it seemed hit him hard.
The cartel, while perhaps lacking in strategic sophistication, still posed a formidable threat, especially if they had caught wind of the operation.
Leo's mind raced as he considered the possibilities, knowing he needed to act fast to keep both himself and his team safe.
He took cover, assessing his options while trying to pinpoint the shooter's location.
His priority was to ensure his team's safety and the success of their mission.
With a calm yet urgent demeanor, Leo reached for his communication device, ready to alert his team and adapt their strategy if necessary.
The unexpected attack served as a stark reminder of the dangers inherent in their line of work.
Leo's leadership and quick thinking would be crucial in navigating this new threat, ensuring that his team could continue their mission despite the unforeseen complications.
Leo's heart raced, but he maintained his composure as Yoon Ga-ram's voice crackled through his headset, panicked and urgent. "Leo! Something just happened?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"I don't know what, but everything went horribly bad! It's been an ambush this whole time!" Yoon Ga-ram replied, her words confirming Leo's worst fears.
Leo's face remained stoic, but internally he was reeling.
**"Ambush!? No way, I've been planning this infiltration for weeks... the same guards, the same time, hell, even if they had their own food regimens, how could this go so wrong all of a sudden!?"** His mind raced, trying to understand how a meticulously planned operation had unraveled so quickly.
The answer came from an unexpected source—a voice that wasn't Yoon Ga-ram's. "Because they had a feeling that the government would send the fraternity here," the voice said, calm and confident.
Leo was momentarily taken aback. "Who are you?" he demanded, his mind working to process this new information.
The man chuckled before responding. "My name is Avinash Sastry. We are a rival assassin organization of the fraternity, known as Whispering Carnage. Though, I wasn't expecting so many candidates coming here. Usually, there'd only be five left during the chosen selection."
Leo couldn't help but respond with a quip, echoing something Vagan might say. "Whispering Carnage? That's a dumb name, sounds like something out of a comic book."
Despite the gravity of the situation, Leo's wit was an attempt to regain control of the conversation and buy himself time to think.
The revelation of a rival organization, Whispering Carnage, presented a new layer of complexity and danger to the mission.
Leo knew he needed to assess the situation quickly and adapt their strategy.
He had to communicate with his team, regroup, and figure out a way to counter this unexpected adversary.
His leadership and tactical skills would be put to the test as he navigated this unforeseen challenge, ensuring the safety of his team and the success of their mission.
Avinash's attempt to rattle Leo with tales of Vagan's capture and prowess in battle was met with Leo's calm demeanor.
"Ohh, funny just like the other boy huh? Well, he must be your friend, yes?" Avinash probed, trying to unsettle Leo.
Leo remained unflappable. "No, he's just my associate," he replied, maintaining his casual tone.
Avinash, skeptical, continued to press.
"Really? Your little companion friend was quite the fighter, killed 50 of my men by himself but the others took out 25 each. They did better than the last generation, but..." He walked over to a restrained and battered Vagan, dragging him to the communicator.
Vagan, ever the joker, managed a weak quip. "Ohh, harder daddy~" he said, before a goon pistol-whipped him.
Unfazed, Vagan spat out blood and laughed. "Oof, tough crowd."
Avinash put Vagan on the communicator, trying to sow discord. "It seems like your leader doesn't seem to think of you as his friend, yet you talked so many good things."
Vagan, understanding the psychological game at play, dismissed Avinash's attempt. "He wouldn't say anything bad like that, you're just talking shit trying to tear us apart."
Leo's mind was racing as he calculated his next move.
His strategic mind worked at lightning speed, analyzing the situation to find a way out.
Then he made a bold decision.
"Vagan, can everybody hear me?" Leo asked, his voice steady.
"Yeah, they can," Vagan replied, confused but trusting.
Leo then delivered a shocking statement. "You two have failed at your part of the mission. Therefore, I'm not going to save any of you."
The words hung in the air, stunning everyone, including Vagan.
But beneath the surface, Leo was playing his own game—a strategic move designed to mislead Avinash and buy time.
The statement was a calculated risk, intended to make Avinash and his men underestimate Leo's commitment to his team while he devised a plan to turn the situation to their advantage.
Leo knew the stakes were high and that his plan required convincing everyone, including his own team, of his apparent betrayal.
This was a difficult but necessary tactic to sow confusion among Avinash and his men.
"Vagan, have I ever once lied to you?" Leo asked, his voice steady but carrying an underlying urgency.
Vagan, caught off guard, thought about it. "No, you—" But Leo cut him off, needing to maintain the ruse. "Then I need you to understand, all of you, that I'm serious. I made a perfect plan all the way to the finest detail, and you all still failed."
The weight of his words seemed to sink into everyone, creating a palpable despair.
Even Vagan, who had always trusted Leo implicitly, struggled to comprehend what he was hearing.
Rosa, someone who knew Leo since childhood and had always believed in his leadership, was incensed.
"You piece of shit! How could you even say that? We trusted you! We believed in you! And this is what you do to pay us back?!" she cried, her voice breaking with emotion.
Leo's response was chillingly simple, yet it served his purpose.
"I told you all before growing up, if you guys were to become a liability rather than an asset to a mission, I'd leave you all to die in a heartbeat. That's just the way it is." With that, he ended the communication.
Avinash, witnessing this exchange, burst into laughter, misinterpreting Leo's maneuver as genuine ruthlessness.
"Holy fuck, man! That's what a real assassin looks like, everyone. Man, we need to hire that kid!" he exclaimed, clapping in amusement.
Despite the facade, Leo's mind was working overtime to devise a plan to turn the situation around.
His harsh words were a strategic move to lower Avinash's guard, making him believe Leo had truly abandoned his team.
In reality, Leo was buying time, intending to leverage this deception to orchestrate a counter-strategy that would ultimately save his team and complete their mission.
The trust his team had in him, though shaken, was part of the complexity he was navigating.
Behind the scenes, Leo was committed to finding a way to outmaneuver Avinash and ensure the safety of his team, knowing that their success depended on his ability to think several steps ahead.
Leo's calm explanation to Cross helped clarify his earlier intentions.
"No, it was to buy time," he admitted. "There's a higher chance of Avinash taking his time to decide what to do with them rather than just killing them outright. This gives me more time to think of a plan."
Cross, still processing the situation, was visibly frustrated. "Mr. Cross, have you been keeping in contact with Team B?" Leo asked, his mind actively working through the complex situation.
Cross shook his head, his anger evident. "No, they most likely got set up too. So now we have to bail two teams out, and the other enemy base is only 29 miles away from here."
Leo sighed, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Unfortunately, I already knew that. I just wanted to make sure I was wrong. But I have a plan, though."
Cross, intrigued by Leo's confidence, watched him closely. "Really? It's only been 10 minutes."
Leo picked up a rock, a gesture seemingly insignificant but loaded with potential. "That's all I needed."
The scene shifted to a sniper positioned on a tall hill in the desert, his sights fixed on Leo.
Something about Leo's earlier movement had unsettled him. "That first thought of mine was perfect," the sniper mused. "Humans only have a 140-degree field of view, and I was in his blind spot... but for some reason, he still managed to dodge. That's impossible."
He was puzzled over Leo's uncanny awareness. "He must have eyes like a cheetah or something, but no human has a 210-degree field of view."
Unbeknownst to the sniper, Leo's instincts and heightened awareness were part of what made him an exceptional leader.
His ability to perceive threats beyond the normal human range was a testament to his training and experience.
As Leo continued to devise his plan, he remained acutely aware of the sniper, using his surroundings and intuition to outmaneuver this unseen adversary.
Leo's mind was set on rescuing his team, turning the tables on their enemies, and ensuring the mission's success through a blend of strategy, quick thinking, and an unyielding determination to protect those he led.
His plan, though still forming, would rely on these skills to navigate the complex web of threats they faced.
Leo's bold move to step out of cover caught the sniper off guard, prompting a mix of shock and amusement.
"This kid must be suicidal," the sniper mused, confident in his ability to end Leo's life with a well-placed shot.
He aligned his scope with Leo's eyes, ready to pull the trigger.
Just as the sniper fired, Leo executed a calculated tilt of his head, allowing the bullet to graze mere strands of his hair.
"Checkmate," Leo muttered, launching a rock with precision at the sniper's location.
The rock struck true, hitting the sniper between the eyes and neutralizing the threat instantly.
Cross, witnessing this incredible feat, was astounded. "Not bad, Leo. How did you do that?" he asked, genuinely impressed.
Leo explained with the clarity of a seasoned tactician. "It was simple. The moment he shot at me the first time, I calculated the trajectory from where the bullet came. It was at a 160° angle, just outside a normal person's field of view, but mine is much broader. I tracked the angle and threw my rock along the same path. Everyone knows that when a sniper shoots, they risk giving away their position."
Leo's extraordinary spatial awareness and quick thinking had turned the tables on the sniper, showcasing not only his skills but also his ability to remain calm under pressure.
His actions were a testament to his training and instinct, allowing him to protect his team and himself from the unseen danger.
With the immediate threat neutralized, Leo could now refocus on his primary objective: rescuing his team and completing the mission.
His ability to adapt and overcome challenges was precisely why he was such a formidable leader, capable of outsmarting adversaries with both strategic insight and sheer skill.
After eliminating the sniper, Leo took a moment to gather his thoughts and equipment.
Cross's voice crackled through the headset. "Leo, you take care of yourself and Team A. I'll do my best to stall them until you can get to Team B."
Leo nodded, acknowledging the plan, and sprinted towards the base with incredible speed.
Covering the 3.5 miles in just about a minute, he utilized every ounce of his agility and stamina.
As he approached the base, Leo expertly navigated the terrain, scaling walls and slipping through camera blind spots with the practiced ease of someone who had done it countless times before.
While moving, Leo strategized. "Team A should be on the west side, in the E block of the base," he thought. "It's perfect because it's right in front of F block, where the prisoners are held. An ideal place for a set up."
Despite his focus on the rescue, a troubling thought lingered in the back of his mind. "This whole mission was a setup from the very beginning... but it doesn't matter now. I need to save my team."
Leo's determination was unwavering. The realization that they had been led into a trap only fueled his resolve.
His priority was clear: to rescue his team and ensure their safety.
The complexity of the situation called for his sharpest instincts and strategic thinking.
As he moved closer to his objective, Leo remained vigilant, ready to adapt to any unforeseen challenges.
His leadership and commitment to his team were his guiding forces, propelling him forward to confront whatever lay ahead.
Inside the base, Vagan sat, bruised and restrained, grappling with the notion that Leo might have truly abandoned them.
The weight of betrayal hung heavily in the air, fueling a mix of anger and despair among the captured team members.
"Leo... I knew he was an intelligent guy, but for him to leave us out to dry, it's dishonorable," Ryota Takeda muttered, his voice laced with frustration.
Verona Strobel, though saddened, tried to provide some perspective. "Well, to be fair... we shouldn't be too surprised. He told everybody this, and now you guys want to get mad at him when he does it?"
Rosa, unable to contain her emotions, snapped back. "Saying that doesn't make it better, Verona! If he didn't want to babysit us because we're not valuable to him, he could have said that from the beginning instead of using us like pawns."
The tension in the room was palpable.
Each member processed the situation differently, their emotions a blend of confusion, anger, and betrayal.
Yet, beneath their frustration, there was a flicker of hope—a hope that Leo, despite his harsh words, had a larger plan in motion.
Vagan, though battered, clung to his belief in Leo's integrity.
He knew Leo's capabilities and suspected that there was more to his seemingly cold decision.
The team needed to hold on to that belief, trusting that Leo's true intentions would reveal themselves in time.
In the meantime, their challenge was to remain unified and ready for any opportunity that might arise.
With their trust in Leo shaken but not entirely broken, they awaited the next move, hoping it would bring them closer to freedom and the mission's completion.
Suddenly, Avinash strolled into the room, his presence casting a chilling shadow over the captured team members.
"Well, to be honest, I wasn't expecting one of you fraternity kids to be so cold. It kind of threw me for a loop," he admitted, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "I was hoping to torture one of you to get on your leader's nerves, but I've come to a decision."
With a snap of his fingers, ten armed men filed into the room, followed by another ten who were unarmed.
The threat was palpable, each of Avinash's words dripping with malice.
"Me and my boys have decided to cook and butcher the boys to make sure they die slowly," he continued, relishing the fear in the room. "And the others are going to have their fun with the girls before meeting the same fate."
The team members exchanged glances, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and defiance.
Despite the grim situation, they knew they had to remain strong, for themselves and for each other.
Avinash's threats only fueled their resolve to fight back, to survive against all odds.
Vagan, Rosa, Ryota, and Verona steeled themselves, each silently vowing not to give Avinash the satisfaction of seeing them break.
They understood the gravity of their predicament, yet clung to the hope that Leo's plan, whatever it entailed, would come to fruition in time to save them.
The room was tense, a battleground of wills, but the team's spirit remained unbroken.
Their trust in Leo, though tested, gave them strength, knowing that their leader would not abandon them and that together, they would find a way to overcome this dire situation.
"You sick bastard! You won't get away with this. Our seniors will avenge us! There will be nowhere for you to run or hide from them," Altaïr shouted defiantly.
Avinash simply laughed, seemingly unfazed by the threat.
"These little sons of bitches still have some fight in them. I like this one right here," he said, clearly entertained by their spirit. "But the Whispering Carnage— we're basically the same as your 'all morally correct' fraternity. We thrive on chaos and destruction, selling our skills to the highest bidder instead of being someone’s dirty work."
He grabbed Vagan by the hair, lifting him up to face him.
"This guy here," he continued, "might be superhuman, but if you go to get some superhuman adult, there's no difference. Every time the fraternity does a chosen selection, we seize the opportunity to kill as many of you as possible so your generation will die out. And out of all you sorry-ass candidates, he's the only one here who is actually strong!"
Vagan, defiant as ever, spat blood into Avinash's face. "Go fuck yourself, bitch ass nigga," he retorted.
Avinash, momentarily surprised, wiped the blood off his face before slamming Vagan's head into the ground with enough force to crack it.
The impact reverberated through the room, yet Vagan's spirit was unbroken.
Despite the pain, his resolve remained a beacon for his teammates.
The rest of the team watched, their anger and determination growing.
Avinash's underestimation of their resilience only fueled their desire to fight back, to survive, and to prove that they were more than just pawns in a game of chaos and destruction.
At the base, Leo operated with precision and stealth, his senses finely attuned to every detail of his surroundings.
With Avinash's attention focused on Vagan and the rest of Team A, Leo seized the opportunity to infiltrate the base.
Using his exceptional skills, he moved like a shadow, taking down cartel guards with silent efficiency.
Each kill was executed with a calculated grace, ensuring no alarm was raised.
His path to Team A was marked by a series of swift, lethal encounters, each one bringing him closer to his team.
As he approached the area where Team A was held, Leo's heart raced.
The stakes were high, and he knew that any misstep could have dire consequences not only for himself but for his entire team.
When he finally reached Avinash, Leo attempted to strike from behind, aiming to end the threat swiftly.
Yet, just as he moved to stab Avinash, the man reacted with uncanny reflexes, grabbing Leo's arm without even turning around.
"I have to say, boy, you're really better than the rest," Avinash commented, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and mockery.
Leo was momentarily taken aback by Avinash's unexpected compliment, but his instincts quickly kicked in as Avinash retaliated with a swift slash aimed at his neck.
Leo deftly blocked the attack with his arm, jumping back to create some distance between them.
The maneuver left Avinash puzzled, as his knife, capable of slicing through Kevlar effortlessly, failed to cut Leo's skin.
"What the hell? My knife is sharp enough to cut Kevlar like paper, yet he's unharmed? Interesting..." Avinash muttered, his curiosity piqued by Leo's apparent resilience.
Leo rose to his feet, his eyes locked on Avinash, unwavering and determined.
Behind him, his team watched in astonishment.
The realization that Leo had come to save them kindled a renewed sense of hope and admiration, especially in Vagan, who was moved by Leo's unexpected arrival and bravery.
For Leo, this was more than just a rescue mission—it was a testament to his commitment to his team and his refusal to abandon them.
His resolve was evident in his stance, a silent promise that he would do whatever it took to ensure their safety.
The room buzzed with tension, the air heavy with anticipation as Leo prepared for the next move.
His team, inspired by his presence, found strength in the knowledge that they weren't alone, that their leader had risked everything to stand by them in their darkest hour.
The confrontation with Avinash was far from over, but Leo's determination and the renewed solidarity of his team set the stage for the next critical moments.
As the realization sank in that Leo had indeed returned for them, a wave of relief and hope washed over Team A.
Altaïr murmured, "No way... He came back for us?" The spark of hope quickly spread through the room, infusing the air with an electric tension.
"So he tricked us all...? Guess he's really good at manipulating us," Ryota whispered, his voice a mix of anger and admiration as he acknowledged Leo's cunning.
Meanwhile, Yoon Ga-ram, Verona, and Rosa couldn't contain their excitement and relief. "Leo!! You're so amazing!!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with newfound admiration for their leader.
Leo's gaze shifted to Vagan, who was battered and chained but still managed a soft smile. "You're such an asshole, Leo," Vagan whispered hoarsely, his words carrying a mix of reproach and gratitude.
Turning back to face Avinash, Leo addressed his team, explaining his actions.
"It was necessary for me to come back and save you guys. The only way I could catch them by surprise was by having you truly believe that I had left you behind." A rare smirk crossed Leo's face, adding a touch of levity to the tense situation. "And I guess I did a good job at it."
Leo's admission brought a renewed sense of unity and determination to the team.
They understood the risks he had taken and the strategy he had employed to give them the best chance of survival.
Avinash just started laughing, "So touching. But you think you all are going to die tonight right?"
Leo's expression remained stoic. "Not if I can help it," he responded, his voice calm and composed. "I don't plan on us dying tonight, because I'm taking them home."
Leo pulled out a sword that seemed to gleam in the dim light, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them.
"You're going to regret ever laying a hand on any of us," he warned Avinash, his voice carrying a steely resolve that sent a shiver down the spine of everyone present.
Avinash smiled, pulling out his combat knife and taking a stance himself. "I took care of the Vagan boy already, what makes you think you can beat me when he can't?"
Leo's eyes narrowed. "Because unlike Vagan, I'm the leader for a reason," he said, his voice cold and measured.
With that said they dashed at each other clashing blades, clashing with a metallic ring that reverberated through the room.
The fight unfolded at breakneck speeds, each movement a blur to those watching.
Though trained to handle abnormal speed, the team struggled to keep up with the intensity of the duel.
Even Vagan, despite his experience, found himself challenged by their swift and relentless exchange. "Was Leo always this fast?" he wondered, watching in awe.
The battle was a fierce and intricate dance, a deadly conversation between two skilled opponents.
Each strike and parry was meticulously calculated, the room serving as their battleground, saturated with tension and the scent of fear and determination.
Avinash, surprised by Leo's ability to keep pace, realized he was facing someone exceptional.
Leo's strikes were precise and calculated, as though he had studied Avinash's every move, every nuance, every breath.
They circled each other, the sound of their breathing the only disruption in the otherwise still room.
"I don't understand. This kid is doing better than most of the fraternity's assassins who have years of experience over him," Avinash pondered, sweat forming on his brow as he tried to comprehend Leo's prowess.
Leo, assessing Avinash's strengths and weaknesses, mused to himself, "He's no joke. He might be stronger and more skilled than most, but he lacks the tenacity." Seizing an opportunity, Leo feigned a stumble, only to launch a surprise attack with lightning speed, his blade aimed with purpose and precision.
Avinash was taken by surprise and just barely got out of the way, video making a shallow cut on his neck. "Fuck! He got faster!?"
The room grew silent as the two adversaries stared each other down, panting from their exertion.
Each knew the stakes of this battle, and the tension was palpable.
Leo noticed a subtle shift in Avinash's stance—a slight wobble, a hint of exhaustion.
Seizing the opportunity, he redoubled his efforts, attacking with a relentless ferocity that seemed to come from an inexhaustible well of tenacity.
His blade danced through the air, a silent promise of death that Avinash found increasingly difficult to parry.
The speed of their blows were so great the middle of their blades started turning red from the impacts.
The air around them was filled with the sound of steel clanging against steel, the smell of burnt metal as sparks flew from their blades.
With one more powerful blow, Leo's sword snapped.
"It's over!" Avinash said while going for the killing blow, he stabbed Leo in the neck, everybody looking in horror.
But the blade stopped midway, and Leo was still standing.
Avinash's eyes widened as he realized that Leo had anticipated his move and had angled his head just enough to make it look like he was hit.
The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife—or in this case, the blade that was still hovering dangerously close to Leo's neck.
With a sudden twist, he looked down and noticed that Leo's arm was through his chest.
"What the—" Avinash began, but his voice was cut off, he started coughing blood while looking into Leo's cold brown eyes.
"It's over..." Leo said ruthlessly pulling his arm out of his chest, Avinash's body hit the floor with a loud sound.
Team-A should be happy and cheerful that Leo won, but they couldn't help but feel a tad bit scared, never having seen somebody actually stab somebody with their bare hands before.
A dark reminder on how much Leo actually holds back.
Leo swiftly moved to free his team, untying their bonds with decisive energy.
"Everyone who can move, get the women and children to safety," he instructed, his voice firm and authoritative. "I'll go ahead and help Team B."
As he prepared to leave, Leo picked up Vagan, who was still recovering from his injuries.
"You too, get out of here. I'll meet you all later," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Vagan, determined and concerned, grabbed onto Leo's shirt. "No! Let some of them go with you. You need backup," he insisted, his voice filled with urgency.
Leo gently but firmly made Vagan release his hold.
"You're badly hurt, and the mission comes first, Vagan. I'll be fine," he reassured, a hint of warmth in his otherwise resolute demeanor.
Despite his resolve, Leo's acknowledgment of his team's well-being was evident.
He understood their concern but knew that ensuring their safety and completing the mission was paramount.
As he turned to head towards Team B's location, his team watched him go, their trust in his leadership unshaken.
They knew Leo's capabilities and believed in his ability to handle whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant facing them alone for now.
As Leo sprinted through the terrain, his mind was laser-focused on reaching Team B as quickly as possible.
He knew the urgency of the situation and that every second counted.
With the distance of 29 miles ahead of him, he pushed his body to its limits, determined to cover it in an astonishingly brief four minutes.
"Just hold on till I get there," Leo thought to himself, willing his legs to move even faster.
The landscape blurred around him as he accelerated, his breathing steady and his focus unwavering.
"Faster!!" he urged himself, tapping into every reserve of strength and speed he possessed.
Leo's determination was a force of nature, driven by the need to protect his team and complete the mission successfully.
The ground beneath him seemed to disappear as he propelled forward, his mind set on reaching his comrades in time.
At second base, the situation for Team B was dire. Elara Flora, stripped of her dignity and subjected to torture by a sadistic woman from Whispering Carnage, remained silent and stoic.
Her resolve and training shone through, even in the face of such brutality.
Her heart ached for the candidates forced to witness the horror, their expressions a mix of fury and helplessness.
Cole Cooke, overwhelmed with emotion, shouted through his tears, unable to contain his anger. "You are a piece of shit!" he yelled, his voice a raw blend of rage and despair.
Hyon Seung-Woo, equally incensed, cursed vehemently in his native language, "신께 맹세코, 여기서 나가면 널 죽여버릴 거야!" His vow to exact vengeance was a testament to his and the other candidates' resolve to fight back against their captors.
It translates to “I swear to God, if I get out of here, I'll kill you!”
Despite the grim circumstances, the fire of defiance burned brightly in their eyes.
Elara Flora's silence was not a sign of submission but a strategic choice to conserve her strength and uphold her dignity.
The candidates' anger was a powerful force, one that could be harnessed for the moment when they could turn the tables on their oppressors.
As the situation unfolded, the hope of rescue lingered in the air, a silent promise that help was on the way.
Each of them clung to the belief that they would soon have the opportunity to fight back, inspired by the courage and resilience of those like Elara.
Yukana Kashī, fueled by sheer determination and defiance, struggled against her bonds, refusing to stand idly by as Elara Flora, the closest thing she had to a mother, was subjected to such cruelty.
Her spirit was unyielding, her resolve evident in every attempt she made to break free.
The female torturer, noticing Yukana's fiery spirit, approached her with a twisted sense of interest.
Her fingers traced Yukana's cheek as she mockingly admired her. "Ohh, I like the way your beautiful blood-red eyes are. What's your name?" she inquired with a sinister smile.
Yukana's response was immediate and fierce. "Go fuck yourself, bitch!" she yelled, her voice filled with venomous defiance.
Jessica, the torturer, relished in Yukana's resistance, lifting her by the hair with a cruel laugh.
"Ohh, I love you already. My name is Jessica, but don't worry. You'll be calling me mommy soon~" she taunted, a chilling promise in her words.
Despite the pain, Yukana's spirit remained unbroken, her defiance a beacon of resistance in the oppressive darkness of their captivity.
Her courage was a testament to her strength and her unwavering loyalty to those she cared about, even in the face of overwhelming adversity.
Cross sat in his office, eyes glued to the video monitors displaying the harrowing scenes unfolding at the second base.
His hand clenched into a fist so tightly that his nails dug into his palm, drawing blood.
The sight of his team suffering under Jessica's sadistic hands filled him with a deep, simmering rage, but he forced himself to remain still.
He had promised to stall the Whispering Carnage, and though the situation was dire, they hadn't yet crossed the line into lethal intent.
Cross struggled with the urge to intervene, knowing that any premature action might provoke their captors into escalating the violence.
As long as Jessica seemed content with merely torturing rather than killing, there was a slim window where he could hope for Leo's timely arrival.
But Cross was acutely aware of the precarious balance.
If the threat to their lives became immediate, he would not hesitate to intervene, regardless of the consequences.
His internal conflict was a battle between his protective instincts and the strategic restraint required to keep his team alive.
Cross's resolve was as strong as his desire to protect, a silent vow that he would act the moment their lives were truly endangered.
Jessica's sadistic grin widened as she pressed the knife closer to Yukana's eye.
"I think I'll take it for my collection," she mused, her voice dripping with malice.
The team, fueled by desperation and fury, lunged at her in a bid to protect Yukana, but Jessica effortlessly kicked them aside, her strength and cruelty on full display.
"Ohh, don't worry. I'll play with you all later," she sneered, her gaze returning to Yukana. "But I want to play with her for a little more~"
As the knife edged perilously close to Yukana's eye, Elara Flora, despite her injuries, struggled to intervene.
Her body was too battered to respond, and she could only watch in despair.
Tears welled in her eyes as she thought, "I'm sorry you all... I failed you as a mentor..."
Fear crept into Yukana's heart, her mind reaching out in silent plea, "Leo... Save me..."
In his office, Cross's restraint finally frayed. Unable to bear the scene any longer, he was on the verge of intervening when a sudden crash diverted everyone's attention.
Leo had arrived, bursting through the facility's roof in a dramatic entrance that demanded immediate notice.
The room froze, all eyes shifting to Leo as he stood amidst the debris, his presence a beacon of hope and strength.
With his arrival, the tide was poised to turn, and the threat of Jessica's blade was suddenly overshadowed by the promise of Leo's protection and retribution.