The Genius System

Deep within an underground bunker, protected by reinforced doors and advanced surveillance systems, a suffocating tension filled the air. A long glass table, illuminated by cold lights, occupied the center of the room. Seated around it were the most powerful figures in the Gerian government.

The President of Geria, Viktor Krane, scanned the grim faces of his advisors and military officers. His cold, calculating gaze drifted to the open dossier in front of him. The pages contained blurry photos, intercepted call transcripts, and espionage reports.

"Let's summarize the situation," Krane said in a low but commanding voice. "Who is this man, and why do we know so little about him?"

An intelligence officer, Colonel Hadrien Volk, stood and adjusted his tie.

"Mr. President, our agents have tracked Macro's police director several times. He's visited this isolated villa at least four times in secret. The owner uses a red M—a symbol reserved for high-level authorities. But here's the issue: there's no official record of him. No name. No public identity. Nothing."

A murmur rippled through the room. Another advisor broke the silence.

"No records? Not even within their intelligence services? That's impossible."

Volk nodded.

"We've searched every available database. Every lead ends in a dead end. The only thing we know is that he seems to hold unusual authority and is involved in sensitive activities."

The President's frown deepened.

"What sensitive activities? Be specific."

Volk flipped through the pages of the report and projected an image onto the main screen.

"Satellite analysis shows increased activity around the villa. We've identified shipments of industrial materials, electronic components, and advanced equipment. Recent tests also indicate unusual energy consumption for a private residence."

Another advisor spoke up.

"We suspect he's linked to the development of new technologies—possibly military systems. But there's more. According to our infiltrators, he may be connected to the operation that led to the arrest of our embedded spies."

A chilling silence fell over the room.

"You're suggesting he's responsible for dismantling our espionage network?" Viktor Krane asked.

"It's highly likely," Volk replied. "And if that's true, this man is a direct threat to our nation."

The President rose slowly, placing his hands on the table.

"A threat… or an obstacle to be eliminated."

A murmur of approval swept through the room. Krane fixed his gaze on the intelligence chief.

"Colonel Volk, I need details. Is this target protected?"

Volk nodded.

"Yes. Highly. Guards and advanced surveillance systems. But that makes sense. If he's as important as we think, he knows he's a target."

Krane took a deep breath before making his decision.

"I want a plan—fast and undetectable. A surgical strike. No mistakes. Understood?"

Volk nodded.

"We still have a few dormant agents active in Macro. We can arrange a covert operation—an assassination disguised as an accident or a robbery gone wrong."

Krane's icy stare bore into Volk.

"Do it. And make sure it's handled before he has the chance to retaliate."

Volk took notes and left the room, leaving the rest of the advisors to discuss the potential political fallout.

But for Krane, only one thing mattered—eliminating the threat before it became uncontrollable.