Faceless Enemies

Chapter 6

Merodach's resolve hardened, his focus laser-sharp. He paced the room, his mind racing with strategies to uncover Agent Black's true identity. The thrill of the hunt coursed through his veins, fueled by his growing obsession.

"Find her, Victor," Merodach ordered, his voice low and urgent. "Leave no stone unturned. I want to know everything about her."

Victor's expression turned grim, his eyes locked onto Merodach's. "I'll deploy all available assets, sir. We'll track her down."

The room fell silent, tension palpable. Merodach's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "I want results, Victor. Now."

Merodach's team worked tirelessly, tracking Agent Black's digital footprints, analyzing surveillance footage, and infiltrating her communication channels.

Agent Black, known only as Emily in her hidden life, evaded detection with ease. Her skills honed from years of training, she left no digital footprints, no surveillance evidence.

Merodach's team scoured the shadows, searching for a glimpse of her. But Emily was a ghost, invisible and untouchable.

"Nothing, sir," Victor reported, frustration etched on his face. "She vanishes into thin air."

Merodach's eyes narrowed. "Impossible. No one disappears completely."

Victor hesitated. "Perhaps she's not who we think she is."

Merodach's gaze turned cold. "Find out who she is, Victor. Whatever it takes."

Black, sensing the hunt intensifying, adapted. Her moves became unpredictable, her path obscured.

In the darkness, Merodach waited, patient and calculating. Black's secrets would soon unravel.

Merodach's gaze burned with intensity as Victor entered, bearing news of Agent Black's whereabouts. "She resides in Ashwood City," Victor revealed, his voice measured.

"That's all you got." Merodach shouted.

"Yes sir , sadly." Victor whispered.

"You all are worthless, can't even track a girl's location and find information about her."

Merodach's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with implications. Ashwood City, his hometown, where his empire thrived and enemies lurked. The stakes had escalated.

"Confirm her identity," Merodach ordered, his voice firm.

Victor nodded. "Verified through multiple sources. '
Merodach's focus sharpened. "And her digital footprint?"

Victor shook his head. "Impossible to trace. Agent Black's expertise erases her online presence."

Merodach's resolve hardened. "Physical surveillance, then. Monitor her every move."

Discreet teams fanned out across Ashwood City, tracking Agent Black's movements. Merodach's obsession grew, fueled by her elusiveness.

In the shadows, Victor worked tirelessly, seeking any weakness in Agent Black's armor. Merodach's command echoed in his mind: "Find her vulnerability."

Ashwood City's streets concealed secrets, and Agent Black remained a mystery. But Merodach's determination would not waver.

Victor hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Sir, considering Agent Black's expertise, she'll likely suspect surveillance. A large team will only alert her. We can't underestimate her skills."

Merodach's gaze intensified. "What do you propose, Victor?"

"A minimalist approach, sir," Victor suggested. "One or two skilled operatives, blending into the crowd. They'll maintain a safe distance, avoiding detection. We'll use encrypted communication and subtle tracking methods."

Merodach nodded thoughtfully. "Select the operatives. I want the best."

Victor nodded. "I'll handpick them, sir. They'll be inconspicuous, experienced in covert operations."

Merodach's eyes narrowed. "Keep me informed. Every detail matters. I want to know her routine, her contacts, her every move."

Victor nodded. "Understood, sir. We'll gather intel without arousing suspicion."

With precision, Victor assembled a stealthy team:

- Evelyn, an expert in disguise and surveillance, with exceptional attention to detail.
- Jackson, a skilled tracker with exceptional instincts and combat skills.

Their mission: Follow Agent Black without being detected.