Swindon — CBI HQ, Late Evening
As the four prepared to step out from the HQ—Kiaan, Tara, Dev, and Rehaan—Zid's sharp voice sliced through the air like a quiet blade."Where are you all heading? Home already?" Zid leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed, eyes unreadable but inquisitive. His gaze flicked between them with practiced suspicion.Tara smiled faintly.
"Late dinner. We figured we deserved a break after the marathon shift."Dev chuckled casually. "Yeah, unless HQ plans on feeding us something more edible than coffee and cold files."Rehaan added with an exaggerated sigh,"And Kiaan's idea of a meal is a data report with a side of CCTV footage."Zid tilted his head, unconvinced, but said nothing. Kiaan shot a calm glance at him, no emotion visible on his face. "We'll be back tomorrow. Goodnight, Zid."Without giving him a chance to probe further, the four walked out. But the moment they exited the building and got inside the car, the air shifted from casual to razor-sharp focus."He's watching us," Rehaan muttered."Let him," Kiaan replied, eyes set forward. "He won't find what we're hiding unless we allow it."
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Swindon — Outside Velvet Crown Hotel
By nightfall, the towering monument of elitism stood in front of them.The Velvet Crown Hotel wasn't just a place—it was an empire wrapped in marble and gold. The sleek black glass reflected the moonlight, while guards in matte black uniforms stood like statues near the entrance. High-end cars rolled in and out. A red velvet rope sectioned the entrance, separating the powerful from the ordinary.Tara stared at the entrance, whispering."This… is more than I imagined. It's a fortress."Dev scanned the front discreetly. "Look at the guards. Former mercs—trained, not your average hotel security. Even the doorman has an earpiece."Kiaan narrowed his eyes. He could already feel the thickness of danger hanging in the air like perfume.As they moved closer, pretending to blend in with a group of VIPs, a sharp, suited man stepped forward.
"Invitation, sir?" His British accent was as polished as his Rolex.Rehaan casually pulled out a fabricated ID—Tara had prepared high-grade fake identities. But before they could hand it over, two more men joined the entrance team. Their suits were crisp. Their faces—stone. And beside them—
A group of lawyers. Literal legal teams were standing inside the lobby, watching. Waiting.
"What the hell?" Dev whispered. "They have lawyers inside the building, just stationed there like ornaments."Tara murmured, "They're ready for anything. They knew someone would try to dig."Kiaan's jaw clenched. His mind was already forming backup plans. "They've layered this place with legal shields. If anyone even whispers the word 'investigation,' they'll throw lawsuits like daggers."A guard's radio crackled near the entrance."Room 303: Requesting additional escort—VIP client arriving in 60 seconds."The man at the door glanced at them again. "I'm sorry. Reservations must be confirmed through our VIP liaison, and tonight's entries are private."They had no choice but to back off.
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Back Inside the Car.Kiaan sat still in the passenger seat, eyes scanning the glowing tower of glass and secrets."They're not hiding their sin," he finally said. "They're wearing it like armor."Rehaan tapped the steering wheel. "What now? We can't just walk in through the front."Tara, typing rapidly on her tablet, replied."I'm going to try something else. I'll reroute one of their valet camera loops. If we can't walk in through the front... we find a way to slide through the back."Dev cracked his knuckles. "Then let's bring the devil a mirror. Let's see what these monsters look like in daylight."Kiaan's voice was low and lethal. "They think they're untouchable behind velvet and glass. But even crowns crack… when crushed from within."Outside Velvet Crown Hotel, Swindon – 1:12 AMThe night was heavy with silence, but danger screamed from every corner of the Velvet Crown Hotel.Parked in an unlit alleyway behind a row of expensive boutiques, the black SUV idled quietly. Inside, Kiaan, Tara, Rehaan, and Dev were frozen in disbelief, eyes glued to what lay before them on the other side of the infrared binoculars. "Holy hell…" Rehaan muttered, lowering the lens. "Those aren't just security dogs. They're Rottweilers. Military trained."
Out back and along the hotel's perimeter, four hulking beasts paced methodically behind electric fences. Their bodies rippled with muscle, black coats gleaming under red security lights. Each one wore a thick collar with blinking sensors—tracker-enabled, probably shock-controlled. Not one barked. They didn't need to. Their eyes watched the darkness with terrifying patience.Dev let out a slow breath. "This isn't a hotel. It's a damn war zone. Even the dogs are deadlier than cops."Kiaan's eyes were fixed forward, sharp as steel. "They've made sure no one walks in—or out—without permission."Tara, seated in the back with her tablet and drone controller, whispered, "I'll try the drone again. Let's at least get rooftop visuals—see if there's a blind spot."The small mechanical drone took off from the case on the car roof with a silent hum, rising high above. Its camera feed flickered onto Tara's screen—but not for long. CRACK—BZZZZZTT!
The signal died. The drone spiraled out of control and crashed somewhere in the shadows.Tara's eyes widened."What the— They've got a signal barrier around the hotel. A complete jamming field. We're talking military-grade blocking. Radio frequencies, GPS, satellite… nothing's going through unless it's their device."Kiaan's voice was low. "They're using encrypted internal communication. That means every staff member, every guard… is connected to an internal network we have no access to."
Rehaan leaned forward, narrowing his eyes toward the side entrance. "That explains why even the cops never touch this place. It's legally armoured, digitally locked, and physically guarded like a private prison."A luxury car rolled through the back gate just then—sleek, black, windows tinted beyond legal limits. The gates opened automatically, scanning it before it even stopped.Dev noticed something odd."That gate didn't scan a pass. It scanned the car itself. That's biometric access on the vehicle level. Retinal security for people is one thing—this? This is next-level paranoia."Tara muttered,"And arrogance. They don't even try to hide it anymore."
Inside the car, silence fell. A mix of disbelief, fury, and a growing sense of dread twisted the air.Kiaan finally spoke. His tone was grave. "We're not just looking at human trafficking. This is a network. A machine. And that hotel? It's the operating heart of the monster. Every organ... pumping rot."Tara's hands trembled as she pulled out another interface and began scanning for any nearby access points they could exploit."Give me time. I'll find a weak pulse… somewhere. Maybe through their laundry network or garbage disposal chute systems. They can't encrypt everything."Kiaan nodded, steel returning to his voice. "Good. Because next time we walk in… we're not walking out without breaking that heart apart."
In the car — Side of Velvet Crown Hotel, Swindon | 2:03 AM
Tension crackled like static in the air. Rain misted on the windshield as the four sat in the black SUV, eyes scanning the mammoth hotel wrapped in silent evil. Every camera, every red sensor light, every rotating patrol unit around the premises screamed one thing: You don't belong here.Tara closed her laptop in frustration."Every route is a dead end. Even their trash system has a biometric code. Who the hell encrypts their garbage?"
Rehaan leaned back, rubbing his temples.
"This place… it's not just protected. It's untouchable."Kiaan's sharp eyes never left the building's façade—ornate, expensive, grand… and yet soaked in shadows."No place is untouchable."His voice was low, deliberate. With that, he opened the door and stepped out into the chill of the night.
Tara called out from the back seat, "Where are you going?" "To do something no one's dared before," Kiaan replied, eyes still fixed on the building, voice laced with quiet defiance. "To touch the untouchable. I'll be back soon. Don't move."
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HQ – Swindon, England | 3:12 AM
Kiaan walked through the high-security corridors of the Special Bureau HQ, his boots echoing against the marble floor. He didn't stop. Didn't blink. He stormed straight into the Director's office without waiting for an assistant's nod.Inside, two of the most powerful men in England's federal intelligence stood mid-conversation—Director Arvind Bansal, sharp-eyed, silver-haired, and unnervingly calm, and Joint Director Raghav Kapoor, known for his brute realism and refusal to sugarcoat even death.
They turned, surprised at the intrusion.
"You're early for a suicide mission," Raghav said, his brow rising.Kiaan dropped a manila folder onto the desk, spine straight, jaw locked. "Velvet Crown Hotel. I want a search warrant."Silence.Director Bansal stared at him for a long second—then let out a breath, pushing back from his chair like someone just detonated a bomb in the room. "Are you out of your mind, Kiaan?" he snapped. "That hotel is off the radar. Untouched for a reason. Every officer who ever so much as whispered its name has disappeared, or been fired, or found dead."Raghav stepped forward."We don't even know who runs it. It's a legal fortress with international immunity stamped all over it. Ambassadors stay there. Ministers. Business moguls. And you want to walk in there with a warrant?"Kiaan didn't flinch. "Exactly. That's why we should go in. It hides in immunity because it's rotten. Girls are disappearing. Trafficking is rampant. And it's all routed from within those
walls."Bansal's voice grew darker."You know what you're doing? You're dragging fire onto our roof. If this blows up, it's not just you. It's our bureau. Our reputation. Our lives."Kiaan didn't blink. "Then let it burn."Raghav exchanged a wary glance with Bansal. For a moment, silence reigned, thick with risk and unspoken fear.Then finally, Director Bansal stood slowly, walking to his secure cabinet. He unlocked the drawer, retrieved a red folder with a single seal, and slid it toward Kiaan. "Here's your search warrant. Signed. Stamped. But listen to me, Kiaan…"He leaned in, voice ice-cold."If one thing goes wrong… if a single VIP name leaks, if a hair is out of place… I won't stand with you. You'll be on your own. Don't call me. Don't expect backup. Because this time—I won't save you."Kiaan took the folder.
HSwindon — CBI HQ, Late Evening
As the four prepared to step out from the HQ—Kiaan, Tara, Dev, and Rehaan—Zid's sharp voice sliced through the air like a quiet blade."Where are you all heading? Home already?" Zid leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed, eyes unreadable but inquisitive. His gaze flicked between them with practiced suspicion.Tara smiled faintly.
"Late dinner. We figured we deserved a break after the marathon shift."Dev chuckled casually. "Yeah, unless HQ plans on feeding us something more edible than coffee and cold files."Rehaan added with an exaggerated sigh,"And Kiaan's idea of a meal is a data report with a side of CCTV footage."Zid tilted his head, unconvinced, but said nothing. Kiaan shot a calm glance at him, no emotion visible on his face. "We'll be back tomorrow. Goodnight, Zid."Without giving him a chance to probe further, the four walked out. But the moment they exited the building and got inside the car, the air shifted from casual to razor-sharp focus."He's watching us," Rehaan muttered."Let him," Kiaan replied, eyes set forward. "He won't find what we're hiding unless we allow it."
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Swindon — Outside Velvet Crown Hotel
By nightfall, the towering monument of elitism stood in front of them.The Velvet Crown Hotel wasn't just a place—it was an empire wrapped in marble and gold. The sleek black glass reflected the moonlight, while guards in matte black uniforms stood like statues near the entrance. High-end cars rolled in and out. A red velvet rope sectioned the entrance, separating the powerful from the ordinary.Tara stared at the entrance, whispering."This… is more than I imagined. It's a fortress."Dev scanned the front discreetly. "Look at the guards. Former mercs—trained, not your average hotel security. Even the doorman has an earpiece."Kiaan narrowed his eyes. He could already feel the thickness of danger hanging in the air like perfume.As they moved closer, pretending to blend in with a group of VIPs, a sharp, suited man stepped forward.
"Invitation, sir?" His British accent was as polished as his Rolex.Rehaan casually pulled out a fabricated ID—Tara had prepared high-grade fake identities. But before they could hand it over, two more men joined the entrance team. Their suits were crisp. Their faces—stone. And beside them—
A group of lawyers. Literal legal teams were standing inside the lobby, watching. Waiting.
"What the hell?" Dev whispered. "They have lawyers inside the building, just stationed there like ornaments."Tara murmured, "They're ready for anything. They knew someone would try to dig."Kiaan's jaw clenched. His mind was already forming backup plans. "They've layered this place with legal shields. If anyone even whispers the word 'investigation,' they'll throw lawsuits like daggers."A guard's radio crackled near the entrance."Room 303: Requesting additional escort—VIP client arriving in 60 seconds."The man at the door glanced at them again. "I'm sorry. Reservations must be confirmed through our VIP liaison, and tonight's entries are private."They had no choice but to back off.
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Back Inside the Car.Kiaan sat still in the passenger seat, eyes scanning the glowing tower of glass and secrets."They're not hiding their sin," he finally said. "They're wearing it like armor."Rehaan tapped the steering wheel. "What now? We can't just walk in through the front."Tara, typing rapidly on her tablet, replied."I'm going to try something else. I'll reroute one of their valet camera loops. If we can't walk in through the front... we find a way to slide through the back."Dev cracked his knuckles. "Then let's bring the devil a mirror. Let's see what these monsters look like in daylight."Kiaan's voice was low and lethal. "They think they're untouchable behind velvet and glass. But even crowns crack… when crushed from within.
"Outside Velvet Crown Hotel, Swindon – 1:12 AM.
The night was heavy with silence, but danger screamed from every corner of the Velvet Crown Hotel.Parked in an unlit alleyway behind a row of expensive boutiques, the black SUV idled quietly. Inside, Kiaan, Tara, Rehaan, and Dev were frozen in disbelief, eyes glued to what lay before them on the other side of the infrared binoculars. "Holy hell…" Rehaan muttered, lowering the lens. "Those aren't just security dogs. They're Rottweilers. Military trained."
Out back and along the hotel's perimeter, four hulking beasts paced methodically behind electric fences. Their bodies rippled with muscle, black coats gleaming under red security lights. Each one wore a thick collar with blinking sensors—tracker-enabled, probably shock-controlled. Not one barked. They didn't need to. Their eyes watched the darkness with terrifying patience.Dev let out a slow breath. "This isn't a hotel. It's a damn war zone. Even the dogs are deadlier than cops."Kiaan's eyes were fixed forward, sharp as steel. "They've made sure no one walks in—or out—without permission."Tara, seated in the back with her tablet and drone controller, whispered, "I'll try the drone again. Let's at least get rooftop visuals—see if there's a blind spot."The small mechanical drone took off from the case on the car roof with a silent hum, rising high above. Its camera feed flickered onto Tara's screen—but not for long. CRACK—BZZZZZTT!
The signal died. The drone spiraled out of control and crashed somewhere in the shadows.Tara's eyes widened."What the— They've got a signal barrier around the hotel. A complete jamming field. We're talking military-grade blocking. Radio frequencies, GPS, satellite… nothing's going through unless it's their device."Kiaan's voice was low. "They're using encrypted internal communication. That means every staff member, every guard… is connected to an internal network we have no access to."
Rehaan leaned forward, narrowing his eyes toward the side entrance. "That explains why even the cops never touch this place. It's legally armoured, digitally locked, and physically guarded like a private prison."A luxury car rolled through the back gate just then—sleek, black, windows tinted beyond legal limits. The gates opened automatically, scanning it before it even stopped.Dev noticed something odd."That gate didn't scan a pass. It scanned the car itself. That's biometric access on the vehicle level. Retinal security for people is one thing—this? This is next-level paranoia."Tara muttered,"And arrogance. They don't even try to hide it anymore."
Inside the car, silence fell. A mix of disbelief, fury, and a growing sense of dread twisted the air.Kiaan finally spoke. His tone was grave. "We're not just looking at human trafficking. This is a network. A machine. And that hotel? It's the operating heart of the monster. Every organ... pumping rot."Tara's hands trembled as she pulled out another interface and began scanning for any nearby access points they could exploit."Give me time. I'll find a weak pulse… somewhere. Maybe through their laundry network or garbage disposal chute systems. They can't encrypt everything."Kiaan nodded, steel returning to his voice. "Good. Because next time we walk in… we're not walking out without breaking that heart apart."
In the car — Side of Velvet Crown Hotel, Swindon | 2:03 AM
Tension crackled like static in the air. Rain misted on the windshield as the four sat in the black SUV, eyes scanning the mammoth hotel wrapped in silent evil. Every camera, every red sensor light, every rotating patrol unit around the premises screamed one thing: You don't belong here.Tara closed her laptop in frustration."Every route is a dead end. Even their trash system has a biometric code. Who the hell encrypts their garbage?"
Rehaan leaned back, rubbing his temples.
"This place… it's not just protected. It's untouchable."Kiaan's sharp eyes never left the building's façade—ornate, expensive, grand… and yet soaked in shadows."No place is untouchable."His voice was low, deliberate. With that, he opened the door and stepped out into the chill of the night.
Tara called out from the back seat, "Where are you going?" "To do something no one's dared before," Kiaan replied, eyes still fixed on the building, voice laced with quiet defiance. "To touch the untouchable. I'll be back soon. Don't move."
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HQ – Swindon, England | 3:12 AM
Kiaan walked through the high-security corridors of the Special Bureau HQ, his boots echoing against the marble floor. He didn't stop. Didn't blink. He stormed straight into the Director's office without waiting for an assistant's nod.Inside, two of the most powerful men in England's federal intelligence stood mid-conversation—Director Arvind Bansal, sharp-eyed, silver-haired, and unnervingly calm, and Joint Director Raghav Kapoor, known for his brute realism and refusal to sugarcoat even death.
They turned, surprised at the intrusion.
"You're early for a suicide mission," Raghav said, his brow rising.Kiaan dropped a manila folder onto the desk, spine straight, jaw locked. "Velvet Crown Hotel. I want a search warrant."Silence.Director Bansal stared at him for a long second—then let out a breath, pushing back from his chair like someone just detonated a bomb in the room. "Are you out of your mind, Kiaan?" he snapped. "That hotel is off the radar. Untouched for a reason. Every officer who ever so much as whispered its name has disappeared, or been fired, or found dead."Raghav stepped forward."We don't even know who runs it. It's a legal fortress with international immunity stamped all over it. Ambassadors stay there. Ministers. Business moguls. And you want to walk in there with a warrant?"Kiaan didn't flinch. "Exactly. That's why we should go in. It hides in immunity because it's rotten. Girls are disappearing. Trafficking is rampant. And it's all routed from within those
walls."Bansal's voice grew darker."You know what you're doing? You're dragging fire onto our roof. If this blows up, it's not just you. It's our bureau. Our reputation. Our lives."Kiaan didn't blink. "Then let it burn."Raghav exchanged a wary glance with Bansal. For a moment, silence reigned, thick with risk and unspoken fear.Then finally, Director Bansal stood slowly, walking to his secure cabinet. He unlocked the drawer, retrieved a red folder with a single seal, and slid it toward Kiaan. "Here's your search warrant. Signed. Stamped. But listen to me, Kiaan…"He leaned in, voice ice-cold."If one thing goes wrong… if a single VIP name leaks, if a hair is out of place… I won't stand with you. You'll be on your own. Don't call me. Don't expect backup. Because this time—I won't save you."Kiaan took the folder.His voice, quiet but heavy: "Good. I never needed saving."
With that, he turned and walked out, the weight of the warrant in his hand… and a war waiting at the hotel door.is voice, quiet but heavy: "Good. I never needed saving."
With that, he turned and walked out, the weight of the warrant in his hand… and a war waiting at the hotel door.