Lexicon: II

House of Mole

Location: HQ – Secure Military Base, Southeast Asia

The helicopter touched down just outside HQ, the base's gray buildings looming like lifeless monoliths under the harsh lights. The team disembarked, each of them a coiled spring, their eyes filled with a cold fury. They had returned not as soldiers but as executioners, and they weren't leaving until the traitor lay dead at their feet.

Kinan led the way, his face hard, his steps unyielding. Beside him, Haya gripped her katana, her fingers twitching in anticipation. Price, Snake, and Hoshino followed, their weapons primed, their minds set on a singular, bloody goal. They moved like a storm, a force of destruction that would not be stopped.

As they entered the main building, their presence drew stares. Soldiers and staff glanced at them, sensing the crackling tension in the air, but no one dared approach. They made their way to the secure wing of HQ, where the high-ranking officers and intelligence staff worked—a place where secrets were kept and alliances formed in the shadows.

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They reached the security checkpoint leading into the restricted wing, and a guard stepped forward, his hand raised. "You can't go in there without clearance."

Haya glared at him, her eyes cold. "Step aside, or I'll clear you out myself."

The guard's face hardened. "I don't care who you are. No clearance, no entry."

Price moved forward, his voice low and dangerous. "We're not asking, soldier. Either you move, or I move you myself."

The guard hesitated, glancing at his comrades, but before he could react, Kinan drew his weapon, aiming it squarely between the guard's eyes. "One chance. Open the damn door."

The guard's face went pale, and he reached for his keycard, swiping it through the scanner. The doors slid open with a faint beep, and the team pushed forward, leaving the guards in stunned silence.

They moved down the sterile hallways, their footsteps echoing as they approached the offices of the intelligence division. It was here that the rot ran deepest—the place where the traitor, their so-called superior, had orchestrated every betrayal, every setup, every manipulation.

Hoshino's face twisted with disgust. "I can smell the stink of it from here. They're in on it—all of them."

Snake's grip tightened on his weapon. "Then we clean house. Every damn rat."

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They burst into the intelligence wing, the offices stark and silent under the harsh fluorescent lights. A few officers looked up in shock, confusion flashing across their faces as the team stormed in, their weapons raised.

"Where is he?" Kinan demanded, his voice a low growl. "Where's the bastard who's been selling us out?"

A junior officer stammered, his face pale as he pointed down the hallway. "Third door... on the left..."

The team moved forward, ignoring the terrified stares, their eyes fixed on the door at the end of the hall. They reached it, and without hesitation, Price kicked it open, the door slamming against the wall with a crash.

Inside, the traitor sat behind a desk, his face twisted in a smug smile as he leaned back, his fingers steepled. "Well, well. Bravo Team. I was expecting you."

Kinan leveled his rifle at the man's chest, his voice filled with cold fury. "You've been playing us from the start, haven't you? Every mission, every goddamn trap—setting us up to clear out Tanggapan's rivals, doing your dirty work."

The traitor smirked, his gaze calm. "You're smarter than I gave you credit for. But yes, you're right. Tanggapan needed a way to weed out competition, to test their virus under real-world conditions. And who better than you fools?"