The room was dimly lit, scattered papers and maps spread across the wooden table. The scent of stale smoke and gun oil hung in the air like a memory that wouldn't fade. Sin stood with his back to the window, the once bustling city now a graveyard of broken lights and dead silence beyond it. The door creaked open. General Tavion, battle-worn and heavy with urgency, stepped into the room flanked by two of his top soldiers.
Sin gave a cold smirk. "Didn't think the military would come crawling to me."
Tavion sighed. "We're past pride now, Sin. The world's falling apart. And we just found their ship. The aliens' base. It's buried underground—deep under Sector Z. We plan to attack."
Sin's eyes narrowed. "You want to launch an attack on an unknown alien base with tech that we still barely understand? That's suicide."
"It's our only shot," Tavion said firmly. "They've overridden our satellites, jammed every form of tech we rely on, and wiped out entire battalions. If we don't strike first, we won't survive long enough for a second chance."
Sin walked slowly around the table, brushing his fingers over a marked map. "Even with your men and weapons, I doubt you've got the firepower to match."
Tavion's jaw clenched. "We've developed something new. Weapons using reverse-engineered alien materials. High-energy disruptors. We tested them—one shot could rip through a level 2 alien. With trained hands like your people, even Aron could take one down."
Sin stopped in his tracks. "And that's your pitch? 'Join us and die gloriously'?"
"We need you, Sin. Your gang knows the underground, the slums, the hidden paths. You're the only one that still has influence where the military doesn't."
Silence stretched.
Finally, Sin turned to face Tavion. "Fine. I'll help. But on one condition."
Tavion raised a brow. "Name it."
"Ejilah comes with us. No exceptions."
A pause.
Tavion looked to his soldiers, then back to Sin. "We don't even know where he is. He vanished after the last attack. No one's seen him in a month now. ".
"Then find him," Sin said, voice cold as steel. "Without Ejilah, there's no war. Only slaughter."
***
Later that night, in one of the abandoned military communication outposts, a figure cloaked in shadows sat before a dusty old analog radio. His fingers danced over the dials, twisting them until the static fell into a rhythmic pulse. He muttered in a language not of this world—clicks and hisses—and the radio blinked red.
A faint voice on the other end responded in kind.
The traitor grinned. "The humans plan to attack. Sector Z. They think they can win. They're bringing new weapons, and the street rats too."
He paused.
"Yes… the one called Ejilah. He's their last hope."
Suddenly, the sound of boots against the floor made him turn.
Sin stood at the entrance, a pistol in his hand. His eyes gleamed with pure disgust.
"You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Sin asked.
The traitor panicked, trying to reach for the radio again, but Sin didn't let him finish.
One shot. Clean through the skull.
The traitor slumped, blood splattering the radio that still whispered alien static.
Sin stepped forward, smashed the device under his boot, then turned to the open doorway.
"We've got a snake in the den," he muttered. "And the war just got messier."
***
Somewhere in the alien ship, a alien could be seen sitting in a throne like chair.
"Hehe. ", he laughed. "The humans---, there still think there can win this war. ".
"There don't know what just hit them. ".