Final Briefing – Leviathan Prison
The war room was filled with the low
hum of the Kraken's systems as the team gathered around the holographic
display. Leviathan Prison hovered above the table—a massive, reinforced complex
embedded into the ocean floor, surrounded by security drones and layered
defenses.
Jeffrie stood at the head of the
table, arms crossed, his gaze steady. "We're surrounded, but we've got a way
through."
Azul swiped at the interface, zooming
in on a narrow trench that snaked beneath the facility. "This is our best
approach. If we drift through here at the right speed, we'll slip past their
sonar detection. But we only get one shot. If we miscalculate, they'll know
we're coming."
Scarlett smirked, leaning back in her
seat. "And if we do it wrong?"
Ethan grinned. "Then we get eaten."
Ray exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
"Comforting."
Trice cracked his knuckles. "Sounds
fun."
Sophia folded her arms. "You guys are
actually insane."
Jeffrie looked around the room. They
were insane. But they were also the best team on the planet. And they weren't
going down today.
Jeffrie exhaled. "Alright. Final
checks. We move in one hour."
The room erupted into motion.
The Approach – Running Silent
The Kraken maneuvered through the
pitch-black depths, its engines humming so quietly it felt like they were
gliding through space. The deeper they went, the colder it became, and the
vastness of the ocean pressed down on them like an invisible weight.
Ahead, the Leviathan security drones
hovered in perfect formation, their red lights blinking in unison—like
predators waiting for prey.
Azul's fingers flew over the controls,
her voice calm but urgent. "Jamming their sensors now. We've got thirty seconds
before they re-sync."
Jeffrie turned to Ray and Trice. "You
two ready?"
Ray cracked his neck. "Always."
Trice rolled his shoulders. "Let's
wreck some shit."
The Kraken's boarding sub detached, a
sleek black vessel barely the size of a truck. It shot toward Leviathan's
docking port, silent and invisible against the abyss.
Inside the main Kraken, Scarlett,
Azul, Sophia, Raven, and Lily monitored every movement.
Azul's voice crackled in Jeffrie's
earpiece. "You've got twenty seconds before their failsafe reboot."
Jeffrie smirked, gripping his rifle.
"Then let's make this fast."
Breaking In – Silent and Deadly
The submersible docked smoothly, and before the guards could even register the breach—
POP. POP.
Ray's silenced pistol snapped the first guard's head back before he even had a chance to react.
The second guard's eyes went wide, hand reaching for his radio—
Trice lunged forward, slamming his rifle butt into the man's gut before twisting him around and snapping his neck in one fluid motion.
Jeffrie was already moving. He palmed a security override device onto the terminal, feeding Azul access.
Azul's voice came through. "I'm in. Opening main doors now."
A soft hiss echoed as the blast doors slid apart, revealing the dark, industrial corridors of Leviathan Prison.
Jeffrie led the way, rifle up, his pulse steady.
The air inside was ice cold.
Too cold.
A metallic hum vibrated through the walls—deep, low, like something alive. The overhead lights flickered, casting jagged shadows across the reinforced steel.
Scarlett's voice came through their comms. "You're in. Now what?"
Jeffrie scanned the eerie silence. "Now… we find our people."
But something in his gut told him—
They weren't the only ones hunting tonight.
Ghosts in the Dark
Jeffrie, Ray, and Trice moved like shadows, their every step measured and precise against the cold metal flooring. The sterile hum of security systems filled the air, but their movements remained undetected.
Azul's voice crackled softly in their earpieces. "You're in. Security's running a predictable pattern—stay low, stay quiet."
Jeffrie pressed against the corner of a steel corridor, motioning for the others to halt. Up ahead, a pair of guards strolled past, rifles slung lazily over their shoulders, their conversation muffled by their helmets.
Ray's gaze flicked to Jeffrie. "Take 'em?" he whispered.
Jeffrie shook his head. "Not yet. Let 'em pass. We keep this quiet."
Trice smirked. "Ain't my usual style, but I'll play ninja for now."
The guards disappeared around the bend.
The team slipped through a narrow maintenance tunnel, bypassing the main corridors. Every movement was calculated, every breath controlled.
Azul's voice guided them through. "You're approaching the cell blocks. Maximum security is ahead. Use the side passage to avoid the main checkpoints."
They crept forward, ducking under motion sensors and skirting around patrolling guards.
Suddenly, a security camera whirred, rotating toward them.
Jeffrie froze. Ray's hand instinctively hovered over his silencer.
Then—
Azul's whisper cut through. "Hold."
The camera paused.
Then flicked away.
Azul's smirk was practically audible.
"You're welcome."
Trice exhaled. "Damn, Azul, you tryna
make me fall in love with you too?"
Azul snorted. "Focus, smooth talker.
You're almost there."
Target Acquired: Idris Faheem
The team reached a high-security
hallway, bathed in red emergency lights. The air was heavier here, the tension
thick.
Azul's voice sharpened. "Idris is in
Cell 7B. Reinforced locks, biometric scanners, and fail-safes. We don't have
time to hack through."
Jeffrie's eyes flicked up toward the
ventilation ducts above. "We go in from the ceiling."
Ray nodded. "On it."
Using magnetized climbing grips, they
scaled up into a maintenance vent, slipping through the tight crawlspace above
the cells.
Jeffrie peered down through the grated
opening.
Idris Faheem.
A towering, battle-scarred warrior.
Sitting completely still, his piercing dark eyes locked on the door, as if
expecting something. Heavy restraints bound his wrists, but even shackled, he
radiated danger.
Trice muttered, "Man looks like he
could punch through a wall."
Jeffrie smirked. "That's the plan."
With careful precision, they cut
through the grate and dropped into the cell.
Idris's eyes flicked to them, but he
didn't react—just watched. Calculating.
Jeffrie moved first, deactivating the
restraints. "You good?"
Idris rolled his shoulders, the deep rumble
of his voice calm but powerful. "I will be. Who are you?"
Ray smirked. "Your ticket outta here."
Idris cracked his knuckles. "Then
let's move."
But the second they turned—
A red warning light flickered to life.
Azul's voice came through, sharp and
urgent. "Shit. They know someone's inside."
A low mechanical hiss echoed through
the corridor.
Jeffrie clenched his jaw. "Time for
Plan B."
The Alarm & The Split
Ray grinned. "We got a Plan B?"
Before Jeffrie could answer, the blaring alarm echoed through the corridor, red emergency lights flashing as tension crackled in the air.
Ray cursed under his breath, gripping his pistol. "Damn it. Guess we're fighting our way out."
Jeffrie didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on the security panel near the door.
Then—
A sharp beep.
The prison's intercom crackled to
life.
"False alarm. One of the maintenance
panels triggered it by accident. Stand down."
The red lights flickered off, replaced
by the cold white glow of standard security.
Trice exhaled. "Damn. I was ready to
swing."
Jeffrie smirked. "Don't worry. You'll
get your chance."
Idris, now fully standing, towered
over them, his expression unreadable. "You're good. I'll give you that."
Ray holstered his pistol. "And we're
lucky. But let's not stick around for round two."
Azul's voice crackled in their
earpieces. "Okay, you're in the clear—for now. But you need to move. I've got
Tasha and Nia's locations locked in. They're in separate blocks."
Jeffrie nodded, already adjusting
their plan. "Then we split up."
Trice & Idris: The Escape Route
Jeffrie turned to Trice. "Take Idris
back to the Kraken. Ray and I will get Nia and Tasha."
Trice gave him a look but nodded.
"Alright, but don't take too damn long. I don't wanna have to come back in here
for your ass."
Jeffrie smirked. "You'd love the
excuse."
Trice scoffed, then turned to Idris.
"Come on, big man. Let's get you home."
Idris gave Jeffrie and Ray a nod of
respect. "I'll see you both back at the sub. Don't die."
With that, Trice and Idris moved
swiftly, disappearing down the hall, their figures swallowed by the cold,
sterile glow of the prison corridors.
Jeffrie & Ray: The Hunt for Nia
& Tasha
Ray cracked his knuckles. "Alright,
Cap. Which way?
Azul's voice buzzed in their
earpieces. "Nia's two floors up. Tasha's on lockdown in the maximum security
wing. You'll need to override the main security panel to get to her."
Jeffrie exhaled, his sharp gaze
scanning the corridors. "Then we do this fast. No noise. No mistakes."
Ray smirked. "Yeah, yeah. You act like
we ever mess up."
Jeffrie gave him a look. "…Do you want
me to answer that?"
Ray chuckled, motioning forward.
"C'mon, Cap. Let's go get our people.
Jeffrie & Ray's Rescue Mission
Ray chuckled, "You say that like we
don't always improvise."
Jeffrie shook his head. "Let's move."
The two moved like ghosts, slipping
through the dimly lit corridors, avoiding security patrols. Azul had pinpointed
Nia's location—a high-security medical bay, where she was being held instead of
maximum security due to severe injuries.
Jeffrie and Ray reached the reinforced
door. Jeffrie motioned for Ray to cover him as Azul's voice crackled in their
earpieces.
"Give me a second… overriding now…
and—got it. You're in."
With a soft hiss, the door slid open.
Inside, Nia Caldwell sat on the edge
of a metal cot, her dark brown skin marred with healing scars, her braided hair
pulled into a tight bun. She looked up, her sharp hazel eyes narrowing—until
recognition flickered across her face.
"Took y'all long enough."
Ray smirked. "Good to see you too,
Nia."
She stood, rolling her shoulder with a
wince but refusing to show weakness. "I assume you got an escape plan, right?
Cause I ain't planning to stay another damn minute in this hellhole."
Jeffrie handed her a compact pistol.
"We get you out quiet, or we do it loud. Your choice."
Nia checked the magazine with a
practiced flick of her wrist. "After what they put me through? Loud. Definitely
loud."
Jeffrie chuckled. "Figured you'd say
that."
The moment they stepped into the hall—
"HEY—"
CRACK.
Before the guard could finish his
sentence, Nia put a bullet clean between his eyes.
Ray let out a whistle. "Damn, girl,
ain't even a second of hesitation?"
Nia blew imaginary smoke off the
barrel. "They tortured me for weeks. I don't hesitate anymore."
The trio moved fast, tearing through
the remaining guards with brutal efficiency. Azul rerouted the security
cameras, ensuring their escape route remained clear.
They reached the extraction hatch,
where Trice had left a route open.
Ray turned to Jeffrie. "I'll take her
back to the sub."
Jeffrie nodded. "Go. I'll handle
Tasha."
Before she left, Nia gripped Jeffrie's
shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid."
Jeffrie smirked. "You know me."
Nia rolled her eyes. "Exactly."
With that, Ray and Nia slipped into
the water, using their advanced dive suits to navigate back to the Kraken.
Jeffrie moved swiftly and silently,
weaving through the cold steel hallways of Maximum Security. The entire sector
was fortified—reinforced steel walls, auto-turrets, biometric locks, and elite
guards stationed at every checkpoint.
Azul's voice came through his
earpiece, sharp and focused.
"Alright, Jeff, listen up—Tasha's in
Cell Block A-1. It's triple-locked, meaning I need two minutes to override
security. You gotta get there first."
Jeffrie smirked, crouching near a
wall. "Two minutes? You're getting slow, Azul."
Azul scoffed. "I'll remember that next
time you need my help."
Jeffrie took out three unsuspecting
guards in the next stretch of the hallway—
• One knife to the throat.
• A silenced shot to the temple.
• One snapped neck.
Then—
Jeffrie froze, pressing himself
against the wall.
Azul's voice spiked with panic.
"Hold up! I didn't trip anything—"
Then—
A deep, ominous groan echoed through
the structure.
Jeffrie's eyes narrowed.
That wasn't an alarm.
That was pressure shifting.
And then it hit him.
The sharks.
When Jeffrie had fought them earlier,
he had thrown one massive Alpha Shark straight into the base.
And that impact must have cracked the
reinforced glass.
Oh, shit.
Azul's voice spiked with urgency.
"Jeff—get out of there. I'm reading about
the pressure instability in Maximum Security. Something's failing—"
A violent CREEAAK echoed through the
prison, sending a shudder through the entire structure.
The glass was breaking.
Jeffrie didn't hesitate. He sprinted.
"Override the damn cell, Azul! NOW!"
Tasha Grant sat cross-legged on the
cold floor of Cell A-1, her breathing deep, steady. Muscle memory and
discipline had kept her alive this long—not brute strength, not rage, but
control.
She didn't panic. She didn't beg.
She waited.
Then—
ALARMS BLARED.
Tasha's sharp green eyes snapped open.
She pushed herself to her feet in a fluid motion, her short platinum hair
barely shifting as she assessed the situation.
Then she heard it.
A low groan.
Not from the speakers.
From the walls.
She turned her gaze to the reinforced
glass across her cell. A hairline fracture had started to creep across its
surface.
Her mind put the pieces together
instantly.
The prison was breaking.
Then—
BOOM.
The cell door unlocked.
And Jeffrie stormed inside.
Tasha raised an eyebrow, completely
unfazed. "Didn't think I'd see you again."
Jeffrie tossed her a specialized
diving suit. "Put this on. Now."
Tasha caught it without hesitation,
already slipping into it. She didn't ask stupid questions. That's why she had
survived this long.
Still, she gave him a sideways glance.
"What the hell did you do?"
Jeffrie didn't answer.
Because right then—the glass
shattered.
A massive wall of seawater exploded
through the hallway, smashing through barriers, and carrying jagged shards of
metal and debris like a raging beast finally set free.
Jeffrie and Tasha dove just in time,
narrowly avoiding being crushed by a falling beam. Their suits' oxygen systems
activated, helmets snapping into place as the water swallowed them whole.
The entire prison groaned as its foundations cracked apart. It was sinking. Tasha and Jeffrie kicked hard, dodging collapsing walls, floating bodies, and the violent currents tearing the place apart. Azul's panicked voice crackled in their comms.