Thunder rumbled over Jakarta as Agent Hana stepped off the plane, her boots clicking against the rain-slicked tarmac. The air was thick—not just with humidity, but with tension. Intelligence had flagged a potential synthetic operative embedded in the Indonesian National Intelligence Agency. If true, it meant the network Kai built was deeper and more global than they thought.
Waiting for her was Colonel Rahmad, a grizzled officer with calculating eyes. "You're late," he said in Bahasa, his tone curt.
"I'm right on time," Hana replied in fluent Bahasa, matching his stare. "Your system's compromised. I'm here to clean it."
They rode together in silence through narrow alleys, avoiding major roads. Inside the car, a scrambled brief flickered on a tablet. One name stood out:
Dr. Reza Ardana.
Former neuro-biologist turned cybernetics expert. Disappeared from academic records five years ago. Recently resurfaced as a consultant for defense R&D. Hana's instincts screamed: he wasn't just consulting—he was orchestrating.
Meanwhile, in a hidden lab deep within Jakarta's abandoned subway tunnels, Dr. Ardana observed his latest prototype. A young man—eyes glazed with faint blue light—stood still as a machine synchronized with his neural interface.
A voice echoed from the shadows. "Is he ready?"
Dr. Ardana nodded. "He's the first of the Sigma Class. No emotion. No hesitation. Total control."
The voice came closer. Kai. His expression was unreadable.
"Deploy him."
At a hotel rooftop across the city, Hana set up her mobile command post. Her team was scattered, feeding her data from different districts. But something felt off—too quiet. No chatter, no resistance.
Then the lights went out.
All of Jakarta's power grid went black in a synchronized wave.
Mika's voice cut through the comms. "We've got movement! One target heading your way—fast!"
Hana barely had time to draw her weapon when the rooftop door exploded inward.
A figure stepped out of the smoke. Pale skin. Glowing blue eyes. No hesitation.
Sigma.
He charged.