From there, he walked nearly twelve kilometers toward the southeast. Hidden within the mountains stood a classified Indian secret base, constructed inside a 6,200-meter-high peak. The altitude was extreme, the oxygen dangerously thin — The wind howled across the mountain peak, slicing through layers of clothing. Every step crushed frozen snow beneath his boots, echoing in the empty silence of the altitude. Yet he reached the entrance without using any oxygen support.
He entered a small cave carved into the mountain wall. Moving toward a corner, he pressed his palm against what appeared to be solid rock.
Instantly, the structure transformed.
A concealed scanning panel emerged from the surface. After fingerprint and retina verification, a hidden gate slid open silently.
He stepped inside.
He proceeded to the staff registration room and signed in. This was no ordinary military base. Only seven such facilities existed in India, each housing top-tier soldiers from the Indian military and special forces — elite operatives trained to eliminate threats beyond conventional warfare.
Some neutralized high-risk targets within the country. Others were deployed internationally for classified missions.
This base was known as Falcon Base, operating under Unit-Z Delta 09 Force — a division responsible not only for human threats but also for anomalies linked to space-time disturbances.
After completing his registration, a guard approached him.
“Sir, the Head has called you to his office.”
He nodded and walked down the metallic corridor. He knocked once.
“Come in.”
Inside sat Mr. Singh.
A 55-year-old veteran officer, widely respected. He had single-handedly neutralized some of the most dangerous assassination networks in India and had commanded more than ten high-risk operations in special forces.
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“Take a seat, Kunal,” Mr. Singh said.
He leaned forward slightly.
“For the past few years, we’ve been receiving unidentified signals from space. We still haven’t fully decoded them. However, recently those signals started directing toward a specific location.”
He opened a file and slid it across the table.
“A forest region. Inside it — an abandoned mansion.”
“The location caught our attention when one of our military satellites traced abnormal signal reflections there.”
“Military sent special forces teams. None returned.”
“Military lost twelve men,” Mr. Singh said quietly. “Not one distress signal. It was as if they were erased.”
“No bodies recovered. No communication. Nothing.”
Government pressure was rising.
“And now,” Mr. Singh continued, “this mission comes to us.”
“We’re assigning you to lead it.”
“You’ll have three military operatives accompanying you.”
Mr. Singh stood up and walked toward the door. Before stepping out, he paused and said in a low voice, we believe in our delta force leader. I know you can easily resolve this issue without losing their lives and he stepped out of the room.
kunal picked up the file. As he opened it, a sudden sharp pain struck his head. His heartbeat spiked violently. For a moment, he felt suffocated.
A flash.
A voice echoed in his mind:
“Do not go there… If you die, humanity will be in danger. Only you can stop it.”
The vision vanished.
He steadied himself and began reading the file, though he felt an unusual heaviness in his body.
As he stepped outside the office, four figures were already waiting for him.
They were his team members.
And his old friends from school.
Rio – 6’1”, weapons master, unbeatable in mid-range combat.
Joy – 5’10”, sniper specialist, known for eliminating a target in a train from over 4,500 meters.
Abhi – 6’0”, expert in hand-to-hand combat.
Temu – 5’11”, knife specialist and silent operative.
And Kunal — 6'0"close combat strategist and tactical leader.
Rio (smirking):
“Twenty-six hours in a cab? You could’ve just told us you missed us.”
Kunal (dry tone):
“I was enjoying the silence.”
Joy:
“Silence? With your brain? I doubt that.”
Abhi (noticing him quiet):
“You look tired. Didn’t sleep?”
Kunal:
“Just a headache. Nothing serious.”
Temu (calm, sharp observation):
“You don’t get headaches.”
“Still getting headaches?” Rio asked quietly.
“Still talking too much?” Kunal replied.
Rio:
“So what’s the target this time? Terrorists? Rogue state?”
Kunal (after slight pause):
“Something worse.”
(Short silence)
Joy:
“I hate when he answers like that.”
They exchanged smiles — the kind soldiers share before stepping into uncertainty.
Then everyone goes tho their mission .
After walking some distance down the mountain path, he saw a military vehicle waiting with three military officers inside.
He stepped inside.
As the vehicle disappeared into the white horizon, none of them knew — this mission would not just test their skills…
It would test reality itself.
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