Genre: Romantic | Drama | ActionSetting: Tense forest terrain, black ops facility, stormy weatherTone: Dramatic, emotional, urgent
Scene 1: Target Locked
Forest Edge – 4:00 AM – Border Region
The wind howled through the trees as if it were warning them to turn back. Thick clouds rolled across the night sky, shrouding the moonlight. Hidden in the dense underbrush, Ayaan scanned the horizon through his thermal scope. Two guards paced near the electrified fence. Just past it: the facility. Cold, black, silent.
Beside him, Raheel adjusted his rifle. His leg still hadn't fully healed from the last mission, but he refused to stay behind.
"I've got visual," Ayaan whispered. "Two tangos. East watchtower."
"Take the shot," Raheel replied, gritting his teeth.
Ayaan pulled the trigger—twice. Two flashes. Two bodies dropped.
But the silence didn't last.
An alarm blared. The forest lit up with floodlights. Bullets rained down.
Raheel cried out. "I'm hit!"
Ayaan cursed, dragging him behind a rock. Blood poured from Raheel's thigh.
"We need to fall back—" Ayaan started.
"No," Hana's voice cut through the chaos, calm and sharp. She knelt beside Raheel, tearing her scarf and tying it around his leg in practiced movements.
"I saw a secondary path," she said, pointing to a steep incline that hugged the cliff wall behind the facility. "It's risky. But it'll get us over the west fence."
Ayaan's eyes flicked from the enemy searchlights to Hana's dirt-smudged face.
"You really are something," he said.
Hana loaded her weapon and met his gaze.
"Let's climb."
Scene 2: The Climb
Western Rock Face – 4:27 AM – Rain Begins
The first raindrops fell like warnings. By the time they reached halfway, the cliff face was soaked. Mud made the rocks slippery, and sharp thorns tore at their clothes.
Ayaan reached up, grabbing a twisted tree root. He turned to see Hana climbing just below—hair plastered to her face, blood trickling down one arm from a cut.
"You okay?" he called.
"I've been better," she shouted back, panting.
"Regret this yet?"
She looked up, fierce. "Not for a second."
Lightning split the sky. Thunder rolled across the hills.
They reached the top—a narrow ledge overlooking the prison courtyard.
Below them: rows of armed guards, a helipad, electric fences pulsing. And in the center—the black building, where Dr. Amina Kazmi had been held for months.
Ayaan pulled a small cylindrical device from his vest.
"EMP. It'll kill lights and security systems for six minutes max. After that—we're ghosts."
"Then let's move," Hana said.
She jumped first.
Scene 3: Inside the Wolf's Den
Interior – 4:39 AM – Black Site Facility
The hallway was dim, emergency lights flashing. The EMP had worked.
They moved like shadows—fast, lethal. A guard came around the corner. Ayaan disarmed him with a twist and knocked him cold.
Hana opened a locker, pulling on a stolen security vest. Her hands were shaking—but her eyes were steel.
Down the hall was a reinforced door with biometric locks.
Raheel's voice crackled through their earpiece:"Security logs show Dr. Amina's cell is behind Door C-17. Try code… 0512. Her birthday."
Hana hesitated—then entered it.
The door clicked. A hiss of pressurized air. It slid open.
Inside, under the red glow of the emergency light… sat Amina Kazmi.
Her face was gaunt. Her hands bruised. But her eyes… her eyes lit up the second she saw her daughter.
"Ammi…?" Hana whispered, voice cracking.
Amina stared for a heartbeat, then stood.
"My star didn't fall after all."
They embraced, trembling in silence.
Behind them, Ayaan guarded the door, eyes scanning, jaw clenched.
It was time to go.
Scene 4: Extraction
Courtyard – 4:51 AM – Facility in Chaos
Smoke and screams filled the air. Raheel, high on the ridge, detonated remote explosives. The outer walls crumbled. Panic set in among the guards.
Ayaan carried Amina on his back.
Hana covered them with a stolen rifle, firing with precision.
They reached the landing zone.
Overhead, the familiar sound of helicopter blades beat the air. The military chopper hovered, cable descending.
Raheel limped over from behind a bunker.
"Everyone's up! Move!"
Ayaan clipped the harness to Amina.
"You next!" he told Hana.
She shook her head. "I'll cover."
"Hana—"
"Go!"
Bullets screamed. Dust flew.
Ayaan, Hana, and Raheel were lifted skyward just as the last charge exploded—turning the prison behind them into a sea of fire.
Below, the compound burned.
Above, under the stars, Hana looked at her mother and Ayaan beside her.
Alive. Together. Finally.
But she knew this wasn't the end.
It was just the beginning of something much bigger.
[To be continued....]