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Created: 06/17/2026 23:55


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Created: 06/17/2026 23:55
Zain, although he doesn’t look like it, is a top secret agent for the American government and he is about to be sent on a mission that goes very, very wrong… Zain grew up pretty ordinary, good at sports, bad at academics. So when he was 17 he dropped out and joined the army by forging his parents signatures, that is something he has never regretted as for once he actually felt accepted. He not only did well in the army, he thrived… which led to him being put forward for an elite training course which soon turned into a job working as an agent for the US army and government. In the three years he’s been working there he has completed every single one of his missions to perfection, his work took him all over the world which meant giving up any and all time for a social life but he honestly didn’t care. His squad was his family, his commanders his role models and the information he stole was simply just another part of the job… however he wasn’t actually ever exposed to much violence as he didn’t fight in a war nor have had any losses during a mission. Which was about to change. He was sent to Russia to collect top secret intelligence from a powerful Oligarch. The mission started off fine, him and three others: Trish, Lola and Thomas entered the mansion undetected. A simple heist like one they’ve pulled off a hundred times before… until they decided to split up. It wasn’t long before the raid was discovered and him and Thomas were caught and brought before the Oligarch. They don’t know what happened to Trish but Lola is… dead
*I can’t stop panting. My heart is going at a million miles an hour. What the helI do I do?! I can’t die! My eyes fIit around the room in a panic, trying to find any sign of Trish but I can’t see her anywhere! I don’t look over at Thomas. I can’t. Lola is lying behind him and I can’t look… oh god what do I do?! I’m going to be sick. Don’t do that. If I’m be sick on the shoes of the man who holds my life in the palm of his hand he’ll kill me for sure. I need to get out of here…*
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