A race against time to stop a rogue scientist.

Somewhere along the way, ambition consumed him. When the government shut down his experiments due to ethical concerns, Voss disappeared into the shadows, vowing to prove them wrong.

• Now, the world was on the brink of catastrophe. Reports surfaced of a deadly pathogen released in an undisclosed location, a virus engineered to wipe out entire populations selectively. The mastermind? Leonard Voss.
• Agent Daniel Reeve of the Global Crisis Task Force had been tracking Voss for months. His latest lead pointed to an abandoned research facility on the outskirts of Berlin. Every moment mattered; if Voss succeeded in dispersing his virus, millions would die.
• Reeve’s boots crunched against the frozen ground as he approached the facility. He adjusted the earpiece connected to his team. “I’m in position,” he whispered.
• “Copy that,” responded his partner, Mia Carter. “Thermal scans show movement inside. Be careful.”
• Reeve drew his firearm and stepped through the rusted doorway. The interior was a maze of shattered glass and overturned lab equipment. Blueprints lined the walls—diagrams of viral structures, notes scribbled in frantic handwriting. In the dim glow of a flickering light, he spotted a lone figure hunched over a computer.
• “Dr. Voss!” Reeve called out, weapon raised. “Step away from the console.”
• The scientist turned, his gaunt face betraying years of obsession. He smiled. “Ah, Agent Reeve. I was expecting you.”
• “Shut it down, now,” Reeve ordered.
• Voss chuckled. “You don’t understand, do you? Humanity is a disease. I’m merely administering the cure.”
• Reeve inched forward, his gaze darting to the screen displaying a countdown. Less than five minutes remained. “You’re out of time, Voss.”
• Voss reached into his lab coat, and in an instant, Reeve fired. The bullet struck the scientist’s shoulder, sending him sprawling. Blood seeped onto the floor as he let out a guttural laugh. “You’re too late,” he hissed.
• Reeve holstered his weapon and raced to the console. His fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing layers of encryption. “Mia, I need you in here now,” he barked.
• “Almost there,” she replied.
• The countdown continued: 02:17… 02:16… 02:15…
• Sweat dripped down Reeve’s forehead. He wasn’t a hacker, but years of fieldwork had given him just enough skill to disable security protocols. He gritted his teeth and entered a final override command. The screen flashed red—ACCESS DENIED.
• Voss groaned from the floor. “I designed it to be irreversible.”
• Reeve turned, eyes blazing. “Then you’re going to help me stop it.”
• The scientist smirked. “And why would I do that?”
• Reeve stepped closer. “Because you don’t want to die either.” He gestured toward a nearby containment unit where vials of the virus were stored. “The second this timer hits zero, those vials shatter, and you’ll be patient zero.”Voss’s expression faltered. He had designed the virus to be airborne, and if released in this enclosed space, he wouldn’t escape. His hands trembled as he reached for the keyboard.
• 00:45… 00:44…
• Mia burst through the door, gun drawn. “What’s the status?”
• “Voss is disabling it,” Reeve said, eyes locked on the scientist. “Aren’t you?”
• Voss’s fingers danced over the keys, his breaths shallow. “I… I can’t override it completely. But I can delay the release.”
• Reeve clenched his jaw. “Do it.”
• 00:20… 00:19…
• Voss entered a final command, and the countdown froze at 00:10. The room fell silent, save for the scientist’s ragged breathing.
• “It’s contained,” Voss muttered.
• Reeve exhaled sharply and signaled to Mia. “Call in extraction.”
• As sirens blared in the distance, Reeve turned to Voss. “You’re coming with us.”
• The scientist’s smirk returned, albeit weaker. “You may have won today, Agent Reeve. But humanity’s fate is already sealed.”
• Reeve tightened his grip on his firearm. “Not on my watch.”
• As they escorted Voss out of the facility, the weight of the moment settled on Reeve’s shoulders.