I want to become a killer

The days blurred together as we prepared for the next phase of our plan. Time was slipping through our fingers like sand, and with every passing hour, Zenith's grip on the city seemed to tighten. Alan had kept his usual stoic demeanor, rarely speaking, only ever reacting to immediate threats. But there was something different about him now. The tension between us had escalated, a constant undercurrent of unspoken words. Mara, too, seemed more anxious. I could see it in the way she fidgeted, always looking over her shoulder. We were all on edge, trapped in a race against time.

The plan was set. We would go public, as dangerous as it was. The data Mara had retrieved from Zenith's archives was crucial, but its value was a double-edged sword. If we handed it over to the authorities, we risked them covering it up—too many high-ranking officials had ties to Zenith. We couldn't trust anyone in the system. Our only choice was to broadcast it to the world, to expose Zenith's darkest secrets, and let the chips fall where they may.

Alan and Mara were busy contacting our network of allies—people who had been watching the cracks in Zenith's façade and were ready to act. It was a delicate game of trust, and I wasn't sure if we had enough people on our side to win it. But there was no turning back now. The decision had been made.

I sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, staring at the wall. My wound had healed somewhat, but it still ached with every movement. The pain reminded me that nothing about this mission was easy. I hadn't signed up for a clean victory; I had signed up for something much darker, something far more personal. But as the days passed, I could feel myself becoming less human, less capable of seeing the world through anyone else's eyes but my own. And that was dangerous.

Mara was sitting at the table, her fingers flying over the keyboard, her face bathed in the glow of the laptop. She was working on the encrypted message that would go out to the public—a carefully crafted file that contained all the information we had on Zenith.

"We're almost ready," she muttered, her voice low, almost to herself.

Alan paced near the window, his eyes darting back and forth between the streets outside. "Almost isn't good enough. We need to move now."

"You're not wrong," I replied, my voice sharp, "But we don't control when the world will be ready for this. We have to be patient."

"Patience isn't going to save us," Alan shot back, his tone biting. "We've waited long enough."

The tension between us was palpable. I understood his frustration. We were running out of time, and yet I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that we were making a mistake. But what was the alternative? To back down now would mean death, either from Zenith or from our own guilt. I wasn't willing to live with that kind of regret.

I glanced over at Mara. She seemed far too calm for the chaos that was about to unfold, her eyes locked onto the screen in front of her. I couldn't read her, not completely. She was always hiding something, just like Alan. It made me wonder if I was the only one left with nothing to hide.

"We're doing the right thing, aren't we?" I asked, my voice soft, almost like I was seeking reassurance.

Mara didn't look up, but I could tell she was listening. "We don't have a choice," she said quietly. "Zenith has destroyed everything—families, lives... they'll do the same to us if we don't act."

Her words hung in the air, a cold reminder of why we had started this in the first place. The price of inaction was too great. We had seen too much, learned too much. We were already marked by Zenith. The only question now was whether we'd be the ones to finish them off or become another statistic.

Alan's voice cut through the silence. "It's time," he said flatly. "No more waiting."

I stood up, ignoring the pain in my side, and moved to stand next to Mara. I peered over her shoulder at the screen, watching as she prepared to initiate the broadcast. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on me. This was it. We were crossing the line. There would be no going back after this.

Mara pressed a key, and the screen flickered to life, a countdown appearing in the center. Ten seconds. My eyes locked onto it, counting down in my mind as if time itself was being torn away from me.

"Five seconds," Mara whispered, her voice tight with the pressure.

Alan stood a little straighter, his fingers twitching as if preparing for the inevitable confrontation. "Get ready," he muttered. "Once it's out there, we're going to have a lot of eyes on us."

Three seconds. Two.

One.

Mara hit the final key. The screen flashed once more, and then the entire file was sent out, broadcast to every corner of the world.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. It was like the world held its breath, waiting for the ripple effect to begin.

And then it came. The phones, the computers, every device in the room began to ring, buzz, and vibrate with the flood of notifications. News channels all over the world were broadcasting the data we had sent—Zenith's secrets, its web of corruption, the names of its operatives, the proof of its manipulation of governments, organizations, and even entire countries.

It was chaos. The kind of chaos that would change everything. And yet, in the middle of it, there was something cold inside me. A realization.

This wasn't the end. It was only the beginning.

"Now we wait," I said quietly, my voice barely audible over the noise of the world unraveling outside.

"Now we fight," Alan replied, his voice steady, though there was something in his eyes—something darker than before.

Zenith's empire had been exposed, but that didn't mean the battle was over. Now, the true war would begin. And I would be ready.

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