FarFlame:1000 Faces

About 6 Months Later After Finishing Dario And His Dad..Kenny is Resigned A New Mission Which Is More Complex Than Ever.....

Neuclear Weapons Care:

News Has been Rumoring That India's Special Agency Has some Rogue Officers Which are Moving Very Dangerous Neuclear Warhead To Some Secret Place If gotten In Wrong Hands Can Cause Extreme Devastation...Now Handling This Fenix Has Taken a step By Sending Kenny Their To reterive It Back To Fenix....How Will it Go See Forward....

The late afternoon sun hung low above the dusty plains of northern India as Kenny Konler stepped off the Fenix transport van, adjusting the collar of his jacket to mask the slight bite in the breeze. His long black coat brushed the cracked earth of Himachal Pradesh as his eyes scanned the border town, a haze of dust, diesel, and suspicion. For anyone else, this might have seemed like a chaotic landscape of smoke and murmurs. For Kenny—it was a chessboard.

He had been here before, in another lifetime, wearing a different face. But this time, the stakes were nuclear.

A rogue faction within India's RAW—the Research and Analysis Wing—had gone dark. Not just silence in communication, but erasure. Fenix Intelligence suspected a defection. Not for ideology, but for power. The rumor was brutal in its simplicity: an active nuclear warhead was stolen, its casing painted over with old religious scripts to hide it in plain sight, and transported by caravan to the mountains bordering Himachal Pradesh and Uttar Pradesh.

The rogue agent behind it was known as Vikrant Tyagi, a name Kenny remembered from backchannel briefings—a tactical mind with fanatic tendencies.

As Kenny adjusted the microphone in his ear, a familiar voice crackled through.

"Visual confirmed. Khushi approaching from north gate. Clock it."

Kenny turned. She walked with steady poise—boots crunching against gravel, her dark braid swinging behind her, eyes sharp, shoulders squared. Khushi.

They hadn't worked together since the Macau Bioweapon Interception, but her presence calmed the static in his head.

She offered a curt nod. "Welcome to India, Farflame."

Kenny smirked. "Thought I'd warm up somewhere peaceful. Like a war zone."

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The First Clue

They didn't wait. In a rundown SUV that rattled like a dying generator, they drove straight toward a checkpoint rumored to be one of Vikrant's last confirmed locations. Every mile brought steeper roads and tighter air. Khushi explained as she drove.

"RAW records were scrubbed. We found a partial log—religious cargo movement—heading east to the Himalayas. The coordinates align with temple ruins from the Ashokan era."

Kenny's fingers tapped against the side of the door. "And the payload?"

"Classified in transit. Confirmed post-inspection to carry high-density uranium. That's all we know."

That's all Kenny needed.

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The Ambush

By dusk, the air was cold and quiet.

Their SUV reached a winding stretch of road climbing toward the ridge-line. Forest on both sides. Visibility tight.

Suddenly, BOOM—a sharp blast tore through the front tire. The vehicle spun violently, crashing into the roadside rocks.

Three black SUVs flanked them, engines roaring. The screech of doors opening was followed by automatic rifle fire.

"DOWN!" Khushi screamed, diving behind the engine block.

Kenny rolled beneath the SUV, came up behind the rear wheel, and fired. One attacker's neck snapped back, blood spraying into pine needles.

Khushi grabbed a handgun from the floor, vaulted over the hood and landed behind cover. Her bullets ripped through the nearest agent's thigh.

Five more surrounded them.

A flash grenade rolled under the vehicle.

Kenny grabbed Khushi's wrist and spun her behind a boulder just as the blast went off—deafening, white-hot, stunning. But he moved through it. Ears ringing, he used the disorientation against the attackers, slipping behind two men and silently slitting their throats with his carbon blade.

Khushi picked up a dropped SMG. "Move!"

They rushed to the final attacker—injured, limping, but still trying to reload.

Khushi pinned him down, shoved a pistol to his kneecap.

"Where's the bomb?"

"I—I don't know where they moved it! Just a location—coordinates! A temple!"

Kenny grabbed the man's satellite phone, yanked out the battery. "Talk."

He whimpered, bleeding. "They're hiding it in Devariya Temple, a ruin halfway between here and the Nepal border. Booby-trapped, guarded by mercs. That's all I know!"

Khushi stood. One shot to the head. Clean.

Kenny didn't flinch.

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Chapter Ends — The Temple Awaits

The forest was silent once more, only the wind rustling through the pines.

Khushi stared at the blood-stained phone. "We need to move. If the nuke's really there, we don't have long."

Kenny didn't reply. His eyes were on the horizon, the silhouettes of ruined temples barely visible in the dying light.

He finally spoke, voice low.

"We're not retrieving it yet. We're just confirming its cage."

And with that, the two vanished into the treeline.