The next morning, Peter woke up feeling sore, his body still recovering from the injuries. Despite not being fully fit, he forced himself to get up. His throat felt dry, so he made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.
As he took slow sips, his eyes scanned the house, searching for Celya. He needed to talk to her.
Not long after, he found her sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through her phone. She looked up when she noticed him approaching.
"I'm leaving," Peter said, his voice low but firm.
Celya raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You're still not in great shape."
Peter exhaled and leaned against the doorframe. "I can't stay here too long. It doesn't feel right."
Celya sighed. "You never change, do you? Always so stubborn."
He smirked slightly. "You know me."
Celya put her phone down and stood up. "Fine. But at least let me drive you home."
Peter hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Alright."
He knew he still had a lot to deal with—FTO, the police, and now Enimsya's unexpected situation. But for now, he just needed to get back home.
Peter finally arrived home. As he stepped out of the car, his movements were still stiff from his injuries. But his mind was clear—he knew what he had to do.
As soon as he walked in, he was met by Zunafets, standing in the living room with his arms crossed. His sharp gaze scanned Peter from head to toe.
"You should still be resting," Zunafets said in a firm but calm tone.
Peter let out a small scoff. "I don't have time to rest." He stepped closer, his eyes locked onto his brother's. "I want to go to Yebil City."
Zunafets raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, though he hid it well. "So, you finally thought about what I told you?"
Peter nodded. "I need to find out for myself. You said there's something there that could give me answers."
Zunafets remained silent for a moment before a faint smirk appeared on his face—something rare for him. "You're as stubborn as ever. But if that's your choice, I won't stop you."
Peter leaned against the sofa, feeling a dull ache in his shoulder. "I just want the truth, Zunafets. All of this... too many unanswered questions."
Zunafets studied him for a few seconds before finally saying, "Alright. I'll help you. But you know, going to Yebil won't be without risk."
Peter gave a slight smirk. "Since when has my life ever been without risk?"
Zunafets looked at Peter seriously. "Tomorrow, Aitnys will help you prepare a plane ticket. That city is quite far, and traveling by land isn't a safe option."
Peter nodded, taking in the information. "Alright. I'll be ready."
Zunafets stepped closer and patted his brother's shoulder lightly. "Listen, Peter. Yebil isn't just any city. There are many eyes watching, and if you're not careful, you could end up in even bigger trouble."
Peter smirked slightly. "You know I've always lived in trouble."
Zunafets sighed. "That's exactly what worries me." He walked over to the table, picked up an envelope, and handed it to Peter. "This has some information about Yebil that might be useful. Read it before you go."
Peter took the envelope without asking too many questions. "Thanks."
Zunafets nodded. "Get some rest tonight. Tomorrow, you're starting a journey that might be tougher than you expect."
Peter didn't reply, just stared at the envelope in his hands. He knew this wasn't going to be an ordinary trip. Somewhere in Yebil, the answers he had been searching for might finally be waiting.
A few days later, Peter boarded the plane. Dressed in a dark hoodie and a cap pulled low over his face, he blended in with the other passengers. He moved to his seat near the window, leaned back, and let out a slow breath.
As the plane began taxiing, he pulled out his phone and opened his chat with Enimsya. He hesitated for a moment before typing.
Peter:I'm on my way to Yebil. You said things were getting complicated—what exactly is happening there?
He stared at the screen, waiting for a response. Minutes passed, but there was nothing. He frowned and scrolled up, rereading their last conversation.
Enimsya had been vague, warning him about certain movements in Yebil, but she hadn't given details. And now, she wasn't replying.
Peter tightened his grip on the phone. Something wasn't right.
After several hours of travel, the plane finally landed in Yebil. Peter stepped off calmly, his cap still pulled low over his face. As he entered the arrivals area, he paused for a moment, scanning his surroundings to make sure nothing seemed off.
His hand reached for his shoulder bag, feeling for his laptop inside. Everything was still there. Satisfied, he continued walking toward the exit.
In the crowd, a man in a black jacket raised a hand, signaling him. Peter recognized the face—it was the person Zunafets had sent to pick him up. Without hesitation, he walked over.
"We're leaving right away," the man said in a low voice.
Peter nodded and followed him to a black car parked outside. As soon as he got in, he leaned back in his seat, letting out a slow breath.
"Did you book a place to stay?" the man asked while starting the engine.
Peter stared out the window. "A motel. Nothing too flashy."
The man nodded in understanding and drove off. The ride to the motel was quiet, with Peter lost in thought. Enimsya still hadn't responded to his message, and that bothered him.
Once they arrived, Peter grabbed his key from the receptionist and headed straight to his room. After locking the door, he placed his bag on the table, turned on his laptop, and immediately checked his messages again.
Still no reply from Enimsya.
Peter exhaled slowly. Yebil was full of mysteries, and he knew this was only the beginning.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Eduardo gripped Enimsya's phone tightly before shoving it into his pocket. His eyes burned with authority as he glared at her.
"You won't be contacting Peter again," he said firmly. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.
Enimsya crossed her arms, unfazed. "Oh, so now you're trying to control who I talk to?" Her eyes narrowed. "Funny, considering you had no problem sneaking around behind my back yesterday."
Eduardo's jaw tightened. "That has nothing to do with this."
She let out a sharp laugh. "Oh, it has everything to do with this. You're acting like I'm the problem, but you're the one who can't stay loyal."
Eduardo took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "This isn't about us. It's about keeping you out of trouble. Peter is dangerous, and the more you stay involved with him, the worse things will get for you."
Enimsya shook her head in disbelief. "You don't get to decide that for me."
Eduardo stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I already have."
Enimsya clenched her fists, anger boiling inside her. She needed to find a way to get her phone back—Peter needed to know what was really happening.
Peter sat in his motel room, his fingers tapping impatiently on the desk. Something felt off. Enimsya never took this long to reply—especially after she was the one who first warned him about Yebil.
His mind raced with possibilities. Had something happened to her? Or was someone stopping her from responding?
He leaned forward, opening his hacking software. If he couldn't reach her through messages, he had to find another way. Quickly, he traced her phone's last known location.
"Come on… Where are you?"
After a few moments, the system pinged. Her phone was still in the city, but it hadn't moved for hours.
That wasn't normal.
Peter took a deep breath. This might not be a good sign, but so far, there was no immediate danger. He was still safe, but he needed to act fast before things got worse.
Meanwhile, at Eduardo's apartment, Enimsya stood near the window, her mind racing. Eduardo had locked her phone in the drawer, thinking that would be enough to stop her.
But he underestimated her.
Carefully, she moved toward the desk and tried to open the drawer. Locked. She needed to find the key.
Her eyes scanned the room quickly. Eduardo had left a few minutes ago, but he could return at any moment. She checked the table, the shelves—until finally, she spotted a small key near his jacket.
She grabbed it quickly, her heart pounding. Turning back to the desk, she unlocked the drawer and snatched her phone.
As soon as she powered it on, dozens of messages popped up.
One of them was from Peter.
Peter:I'm in Yebil. I need to know what's going on. Where are you?
Her fingers moved fast as she typed a reply.
Enimsya:Eduardo took my phone. He doesn't want me talking to you. Something is wrong here, Peter. I think he's involved in something bigger.
Peter's eyes narrowed as he read her message.
Peter:Where are you now?
But before Enimsya could reply, the door handle suddenly rattled. Her breath caught in her throat.
Eduardo was back.
Suddenly, Peter's phone battery dropped to critical.
"Damn it," he muttered, grabbing his charger and plugging it in. He had no choice but to wait.
As soon as his phone powered back on, he quickly unlocked it, ready to check for Enimsya's reply. But before he could open the messages, a news notification caught his attention.
It was about the Minister and the President—both making headlines today.
Frowning, Peter clicked on the article.
Breaking News: Minister of Defense to Meet President Amid Growing Political Tensions
The article mentioned an emergency meeting between the President and the Minister of Defense. Speculations swirled about a potential scandal or internal conflict within the government. Some sources hinted at a secret operation being exposed—one linked to hacking activities and classified information leaks.
Peter's expression darkened. Was this about him? Or was it connected to something even bigger?
Before he could read further, his phone buzzed again. A message from Enimsya.
He took a deep breath. Whatever was happening, he was right in the middle of it.
Peter stared at his laptop screen, his fingers typing rapidly. If the government was panicking and holding an emergency meeting, that meant they were trying to hide something.
He took a deep breath and activated his secure network. At that moment, Teerces was back in action.
His first step was to breach the government's internal communication servers. He didn't attack the main system right away—that was too risky. Instead, he infiltrated the communication network between officials, searching for keywords that could lead him to the core of the issue.
"Come on, show me what you're hiding…"
Lines of code scrolled across the screen. Within minutes, he had gained access to a backup server. There were hundreds of encrypted messages, but one file caught his attention—labeled "Classified Operation: Sicnarep."
Peter narrowed his eyes. Sicnarep… that was his own country's name.
His hands moved swiftly, downloading the file. But before he could open it, the government's security system detected the intrusion.
"They've noticed me."
Quickly, Peter cut his connection and wiped his tracks. For now, he had enough information.
As he returned to his main screen, a message from Enimsya finally appeared.
Enimsya:Peter, I need to talk to you immediately. This is worse than we thought.
Peter clenched his fists. It seemed the government wasn't the only one hiding a big secret.
Before calling Enimsya, Peter made a bold move—he published the classified information.
Using one of his secure dark web channels, he carefully uploaded parts of the "Classified Operation: Sicnarep" file. He didn't reveal everything at once—just enough to create chaos and force the government into damage control. This would buy him some time.
"Let's see how they handle this."
Once the data was live, he immediately encrypted his connection and erased any trace of his involvement. The government would be scrambling to contain the leak, and that gave him the perfect window to focus on Enimsya.
He grabbed his phone and dialed her number.
The call barely rang twice before she picked up.
"Peter?" Her voice was urgent, almost frantic.
"I'm here," he said. "Talk to me. What's going on?"
There was a pause, then Enimsya whispered, "Eduardo is working with them. I think he's part of whatever this operation is. And Peter… they know about you."
Peter's jaw tightened. He had expected trouble, but this was worse than he thought.
"How much do they know?" he asked.
Enimsya hesitated. "Enough to come after you. You need to move. Now."
Peter smirked mischievously, as if the threat Enimsya had just told him was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
"I know how to handle this," he said casually. "And for that, I'm going to relax for a bit."
On the other end of the call, Enimsya let out a frustrated sigh. "Peter, this is serious—"
"Of course it is," he interrupted. "And once this is all over, you have to promise me one thing."
"What?" she asked, suspicion in her voice.
"You have to come back to me," Peter said lightly, but there was a real weight behind his words.
There was a brief silence before Enimsya let out a soft chuckle. "You're impossible."
Peter chuckled too. "A bastard like me is always impossible."