The Shipyard of Silent Graves
Night fell heavy over the shipyard.
Fog rolled in from the sea, thick and deliberate, swallowing floodlights and turning steel containers into looming shadows. Waves struck the docks in slow, patient rhythm—like a countdown no one could hear.
And in that darkness…
The ambush began.
Phase One: The Unknowing Sacrifice
The first shots weren't chaotic.
They were precise.
Hidden snipers, silenced rifles, and knife-wielding operatives moved simultaneously—each group believing they were eliminating enemy guards.
None of them realized the truth.
The first to die were not rivals.
They were Black Organization spies—embedded deep inside foreign agencies, syndicates, and mercenary units.
Men who had spent years gaining trust.
Women who believed their loyalties were invisible.
They fell one by one:
A "CIA liaison" shot through the throat A "mercenary commander" stabbed in the dark A "trusted logistic officer" erased without a sound
Including one name Keith had personally marked.
Sauternes.
Sauternes' Final Moment
Sauternes had just finished giving orders, pride swelling in his chest.
Promotion… responsibility… trust…
He stepped forward to inspect the container when pain bloomed behind his eyes.
A cold realization struck him before his body hit the ground.
Too many enemies…
Too many angles…
This wasn't a promotion…
His final thought—unfinished and bitter—
…it was a purge—
And then there was nothing.
Phase Two: Ceasefire of Greed
As the last Black Organization spy collapsed, something changed.
Orders crackled through earpieces across the shipyard.
"Target eliminated."
"Confirm—our objective is the container."
"Cease fire with other units."
Suddenly, guns lowered.
Assassins stepped back into cover.
Enemies who had been killing each other moments ago now shared one thought:
Take the container. At all costs.
Temporary alliances formed in silence.
Greed united what hatred could not.
Phase Three: The Final Clash
The calm didn't last.
A secret intelligence agency moved first—deploying smoke, EMP pulses, and armored extraction teams.
Zoo Syndicate answered immediately.
Their operatives surged forward with brutal efficiency, animal-code units moving in perfect coordination.
Gunfire roared again.
Explosions tore through cranes and warehouses.
The sea burned with reflected fire.
When it ended—
The shipyard was ruined.
Cranes collapsed.
Warehouses sank into flames.
The docks were soaked in blood and seawater.
The Outcome
The container was taken.
Not by one victor—
But by two survivors:
One secret agency, badly wounded but standing And Zoo Syndicate, clutching victory at an unbearable cost
Zoo had achieved their objective.
But they had lost:
The entire shipyard Multiple core operatives Embedded agents across other organizations And their illusion of control
They won the prize—
And lost the war they didn't even know they were fighting.
Jodie Starling's Choice
Jodie Starling never set foot in the shipyard.
When the FBI team mobilized, she had calmly requested reassignment.
"I'll handle the secondary objective."
Her superiors saw nothing suspicious.
She had no reason to be doubted.
But Jodie knew.
She knew Keith's plan.
And she chose trust over bloodshed.
Far from the chaos, she completed her side mission flawlessly—untouched, unbloodied, alive.
The World Wakes Up
By dawn, reports flooded in.
Syndicates missing leaders Agencies explaining "unexpected casualties" Allies accusing allies Fingers pointing everywhere
No one realized the truth.
That the real winner had never been present.
Keith's Silent Victory
Back in France, Keith stood alone before Red Queen's display.
One by one, red icons faded.
Targets eliminated: confirmed.
He closed his eyes briefly.
No satisfaction.
No joy.
Only certainty.
"The board is cleaner now," he murmured.
Far away, Zoo believed they had won something priceless.
They didn't yet understand—
They had just stepped closer to extinction.
Sauternes never knew.
The spies never understood.
The world never noticed.
And that was exactly how Keith wanted it.