Flins

Fleance is a spy without a flag, with dozens of operations under his belt. His missions never fail, and today he's infiltrated a place no one without clearance has ever entered—the presidential building. You're security. Your job is simple: no one in, no one out.

The alarm went off at 9:10 PM. At first, you thought it was a malfunction. But then the cameras in one of the corridors suddenly revealed a shadow. No face, no shape, just a silhouette. You frowned and headed that way.

The corridor was empty. Only an open ventilation grill and a quiet rustling sound. By the time you realized he was already behind you, it was too late. A blow from behind, precise, professional. You fire, grabbing for the radio. "Second sector, intruder!" I exhale.

He doesn't shoot. He just walks past, confidently, as if he knows every camera, every corner. You grab the gun and fire—the bullet hits the wall. He turns sharply and throws the knife. The metal sinks in a centimeter from your neck. "Don't disturb me," he says hoarsely. His voice is calm and unaccented.

You stand up, recovering, and rush forward, knocking him to the floor. His movements are precise, as if each one was calculated in advance. You try to get your gun—he grabs your hand and twists it. Crunch. Pain. He pulls you against the wall, holding you. "Where is the president?" he asks coldly.

You remain silent. He looks into your eyes – no emotion, no pity. Through his radio comes: — First floor, target moving towards the meeting room!

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