CBI HQ – Night Hours, 11:47 PM
Cyber Surveillance Room
The room reeked of intensity and sleepless hours. Crumpled papers, coffee mugs with half-drunk content, and the dry rustle of keyboard taps echoed under flickering fluorescent lights.
Tara's eyes were locked onto the screen—bloodshot, twitching, and desperate. Her fingers blurred as she typed, tracing the fragile IP lead she had snatched earlier. The entire team leaned in as the trace pinged again—three red dots pulsing across the digital map.One in Nottingham.The second in Liverpool.The third in Cardiff.And then, without warning, the screen blinked white.
Three mocking emojis appeared—bold, flashing.A giggling sound file played on loop. "You're too slow, Agent…"Tara froze. The air left her lungs.Her fingers hovered over the keys, but the entire system… collapsed. Like a trap door vanishing under her. Code scrambled, the map corrupted. They had been outplayed—not just blocked, but mocked. "W-what the hell was that?!" Rehaan shouted, stepping forward as if he could fight the screen. "It was a signal... and a slap," Dev muttered, jaw clenched, staring at the dead feed.The entire screen now pulsed with those three emojis. Like laughing ghosts. A taunt.Kiaan's knuckles turned white. He stood silent for three seconds—then with one brutal motion, slammed his fist down on the table, shattering the ceramic coffee mug beside him.Glass splintered. Tara flinched."DAMN IT!" Kiaan shouted, his voice thundering through the silence. "We were RIGHT there!"He kicked the chair back and began pacing.Tara swallowed her breath. She tried again—typing, fingers trembling—but the trace was gone. The leads were ash, and even her decryption tools had been burned in the cyber-attack.
Her voice trembled for the first time. "I—I've never lost a signal like this before… I've never been kicked out like this. They… they played me."Dev placed a hand on her shoulder gently.Rehaan looked at Kiaan, tense. "That was military-level mockery, man. Whoever's behind this isn't just good. They're showing off now."Kiaan ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily. Then slowly, his voice softened, still laced with fury but more controlled."It's not your fault, Tara. This was calculated. We tried to peek behind a curtain they've kept sealed for years… and they laughed back."Tara's head remained lowered. "I failed you…""No," Kiaan said, firmly walking back to her side. "You didn't fail me. You pissed them off. That's step one."A tense silence filled the room, broken only by the hum of a backup server rebooting. Outside, the city slept… but their war had only just begun.Kiaan finally looked at all three of them and exhaled. "We rest. Reset. Tomorrow we go again. Stronger. Harder. And next time… we don't knock. We break the damn door down."
Next Morning — Classified CBI HQ, England
Meeting Room – 09:11 AM
The room was deadly silent—except for the rapid typing of Tara's fingers dancing across the keyboard. Her monitor reflected cold blue light onto her determined face, sweat beading across her forehead despite the AC humming above. Lines of code flickered fast, bypassing layers of surface-level access as she dug deeper into the hidden filth of the internet.Suddenly, the screen turned dark—and then, a horrifying stream began.It was live footage.A girl, barely sixteen, being dragged into a velvet-lit chamber. Her mouth was gagged. Her eyes swollen. As the door slammed behind her and masked men circled the room, Dev's face twisted, and he turned away, slamming his fist onto the table.
Rehaan closed his eyes tight.
"Disgusting…" he muttered under his breath, jaw tightening.Kiaan stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, his veins pulsing in rage. He stared at the screen—not blinking. Not flinching. But his jaw… was locked like iron.Tara paused the video quickly, swallowing her nausea."I found this site just two hours ago. But it's not one site—it's a network. They stream live… from underground locations. The videos are sold in bidding format. Some are even pre-recorded and uploaded like movies. There's a schedule—girls marked by name, location, category…"She trailed off, her voice cracking for a second before regaining composure.
Kiaan's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Track it. Every IP. Every false server. Every mirror site. I want the roots torn out."
Tara looked at him, hesitant."I've already started, but... these sites are fortresses. Military-level encryption. The code shifts every few minutes, and the signal bounces across countries in real-time. It's being masked by someone who's either a madman—or a genius."She paused, her voice lowering."And there's another problem. If I try to break in forcefully, there's a high chance it will alert their network. They'll know someone's digging."Kiaan stared at her, the storm in his eyes barely held back. "Then be smarter than their genius. Break it without shaking it."
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York, England – 2:17 PM
Unknown Tech Facility – Deep Basement Lab
A cold neon glow bathed the curved monitors surrounding a young man reclining casually in a gamer chair, earbuds in, smirking like the devil himself.Arav Mehra.
The prodigy. The digital ghost. The man whose mind built the invisible walls around Rex's empire.He was surrounded by holographic interfaces, tracking everything—who watched what, how much they paid, what hour they logged in, and even which clients rewatched the same assault videos more than ten times. "Another five-hundred-thousand pounds overnight," he murmured, chewing gum as he viewed the dashboard. "VIP Room 3 alone brought in almost seventy-thousand just from one clip…"
His eyes gleamed with manic pride.
"You don't need bullets when you've got code."An alert flashed.He smirked.
"Hmm. Someone poking around the outer shell of our 'Venus Door' site… bold little spider, aren't you?"He tapped a few commands, rerouting the signal trace to an abandoned café in France. Then added another layer of fake firewalls laced with malware triggers. "Come dance with me, whoever you are…"
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Sunderland, England – Secret Office Room
D'Costa Global — Front for Financial Laundering
In a tall glass building surrounded by innocuous business firms, Mikhail D'Costa sat in a high-back chair, reading spreadsheets like scripture. His three-piece suit was pristine, and his eyes—though calm—were those of a cold, detached serpent.
He sipped from a crystal glass while transferring profits through fifteen different shell companies.From there, he'd route the money to art auctions, real estate deals, and offshore crypto wallets.One click, and the video selling income vanished into legitimacy.His phone buzzed once. He answered without flinching. "Yes?"
A voice—one of Rex's inner circle—replied.
"Traffic on the site increased 17% after the last stream. The clients are insatiable. But someone tried tracing us."Mikhail's eyes narrowed a little but didn't show concern.
"Let Arav handle that. I've got the financial shadows covered. No one will find a single pound that links back to us. If the girl's soul sells for a price, her body becomes nothing more than product. And we… are the suppliers."
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Back in CBI HQ – 3:32 PM
Tara stared at her screen as something unexpected occurred.A firewall… cracked slightly. Just for a second.And she caught it.
An IP ping—faint, but real.Her eyes widened.
"Kiaan… I think I found the edge of the curtain."Kiaan leaned in, his fingers clenched against the table. "Then rip it apart, Tara. Let's see what the monsters behind it really look like.
Next Morning — Classified CBI HQ, England
Meeting Room – 09:11 AM
The room was deadly silent—except for the rapid typing of Tara's fingers dancing across the keyboard. Her monitor reflected cold blue light onto her determined face, sweat beading across her forehead despite the AC humming above. Lines of code flickered fast, bypassing layers of surface-level access as she dug deeper into the hidden filth of the internet.Suddenly, the screen turned dark—and then, a horrifying stream began.It was live footage.A girl, barely sixteen, being dragged into a velvet-lit chamber. Her mouth was gagged. Her eyes swollen. As the door slammed behind her and masked men circled the room, Dev's face twisted, and he turned away, slamming his fist onto the table.
Rehaan closed his eyes tight."Disgusting…" he muttered under his breath, jaw tightening.
Kiaan stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, his veins pulsing in rage. He stared at the screen—not blinking. Not flinching. But his jaw… was locked like iron.Tara paused the video quickly, swallowing her nausea. "I found this site just two hours ago. But it's not one site—it's a network. They stream live… from underground locations. The videos are sold in bidding format. Some are even pre-recorded and uploaded like movies. There's a schedule—girls marked by name, location, category…"She trailed off, her voice cracking for a second before regaining composure.Kiaan's voice cut through the tension like a blade."Track it. Every IP. Every false server. Every mirror site. I want the roots torn out."Tara looked at him, hesitant. "I've already started, but... these sites are fortresses. Military-level encryption. The code shifts every few minutes, and the signal bounces across countries in real-time. It's being masked by someone who's either a madman—or a genius."She paused, her voice lowering.
"And there's another problem. If I try to break in forcefully, there's a high chance it will alert their network. They'll know someone's digging."Kiaan stared at her, the storm in his eyes barely held back."Then be smarter than their genius. Break it without shaking it."
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York, England – 2:17 PM
Unknown Tech Facility – Deep Basement Lab
A cold neon glow bathed the curved monitors surrounding a young man reclining casually in a gamer chair, earbuds in, smirking like the devil himself.Arav Mehra.
The prodigy. The digital ghost. The man whose mind built the invisible walls around Rex's empire.He was surrounded by holographic interfaces, tracking everything—who watched what, how much they paid, what hour they logged in, and even which clients rewatched the same assault videos more than ten times."Another five-hundred-thousand pounds overnight," he murmured, chewing gum as he viewed the dashboard. "VIP Room 3 alone brought in almost seventy-thousand just from one clip…"
His eyes gleamed with manic pride.
"You don't need bullets when you've got code."An alert flashed.He smirked.
"Hmm. Someone poking around the outer shell of our 'Venus Door' site… bold little spider, aren't you?"He tapped a few commands, rerouting the signal trace to an abandoned café in France. Then added another layer of fake firewalls laced with malware triggers. "Come dance with me, whoever you are…"
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Sunderland, England – Secret Office Room
D'Costa Global — Front for Financial Laundering
In a tall glass building surrounded by innocuous business firms, Mikhail D'Costa sat in a high-back chair, reading spreadsheets like scripture. His three-piece suit was pristine, and his eyes—though calm—were those of a cold, detached serpent.
He sipped from a crystal glass while transferring profits through fifteen different shell companies.From there, he'd route the money to art auctions, real estate deals, and offshore crypto wallets.One click, and the video selling income vanished into legitimacy.His phone buzzed once. He answered without flinching. "Yes?"A voice—one of Rex's inner circle—replied. "Traffic on the site increased 17% after the last stream. The clients are insatiable. But someone tried tracing us."Mikhail's eyes narrowed a little but didn't show concern."Let Arav handle that. I've got the financial shadows covered. No one will find a single pound that links back to us. If the girl's soul sells for a price, her body becomes nothing more than product. And we… are the suppliers."
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Back in CBI HQ – 3:32 PM
Tara stared at her screen as something unexpected occurred.A firewall… cracked slightly. Just for a second.And she caught it.
An IP ping—faint, but real.Her eyes widened.
"Kiaan… I think I found the edge of the curtain."Kiaan leaned in, his fingers clenched against the table."Then rip it apart, Tara. Let's see what the monsters behind it really look like."