The Twin Thrones Conspiracy

Agent Jackson living his life in equilibrium after the Project Eclipse enjoying his retirement in Switzerland, but he did not know that his play day are over because he was about to encounter bizarre and life threating events. One day after coming back home he received a cryptic letter on his doorstep. Most of the letter was in morse code but at the end something interesting was written.

Jackson after deciphering the morse code. It said “Your playday is over. The world end days has come, and I will turn out to be destroyer of the world. The twin thrones crack and world reshape.” From SR.

Jackson was able to understand the whole cryptic message but was unable to understand what the line of twin thrones meant and who the hell is SR. Jackson immediately comes back to London and tells everything he understood from all this to MI6. Since MI6 is in despair due to the loss of most of the agent Jackson team, they are at a disadvantage lack resources, have a shorthand on agents also. Since MI6 sitting empty handed on this intel of Jackson. The enemy begins to put their plan in motion.

After extensive search of finding a clue Jackson found the same word SR on dark net, which was referred to as Stephen Ritter, which was just an alias, but it was the only lead Mi6 can track. After keeping an eye on that name Jackson found out that this Ritter guy is going to an underground auction for black market to buy weapons which can cause catastrophic disasters. The auction will be held in Geneva. Jackson decided to intercept the auction and find the real culprit. The auction was two days from now. So, Jackson makes all the necessary arrangements. After two days they reached the auction center. Jackson makes its way to an auction, and his earpiece gets intercepted.

“Good evening, Agent Jackson, I didn’t expect you catch up so fast, but your play day is over and want to see the whole destruction by yourself.’’ Said SR

“Thanks for your appreciation and yeah, I will watch destruction but only yours. So, fasten your seatbelt. Weather is about to get stormy.” Said Jackson

“Well let see how things turn out to be.” Said SR

The earpiece went static. Jackson started to look for SR and then he saw a figure leaving the auction room. When he reached the entrance, suddenly the lights went out. After a few seconds, the light came back on and there was only Jackson and a person with a mask was in the room and everyone else disappeared. That person took the stage and said:

“Now your time starts Jackson. Your past, present and future are coming to haunt you. Tick-tock, tick-tock.”

Jackson came running towards the person but suddenly the point on which that person was standing went down and he disappeared in front of Jackson.

Suddenly he received a message from MI6 that this whole auction was just a diversion. They were after the files of Project Eclipse files, and they got it. Jackson felt his blood run cold. Only five people in the world knew about those files – and three of them were dead.

"That's impossible," Jackson said. "Those files were encrypted with quantum-grade security."

"There's more," M continued. "We've identified SR. It's Sarah Reynolds."

The name hit Jackson like a physical blow. Sarah Reynolds – his former partner, presumed dead in the Breath Stealer operation two years ago. The same operation that had driven him into early retirement in Switzerland.

"She's alive?" Jackson's voice was barely a whisper.

"Not just alive. She has been working against us from the beginning. The Prometheus Device you saw at the auction? It is our technology, Jackson. Technology we developed together during Project Eclipse."

The pieces started falling into place. The twin thrones are MI6 and CIA that will be brought down by Sarah. It was about the dual leadership of MI6 and CIA, the partnership that had commissioned Project Eclipse.

Jackson's earpiece crackled to life again. But this time, he recognized the voice beneath the distortion.

"Hello, partner," Sarah's voice was exactly as he remembered it. "Surprised to hear from a ghost?"

"Why, Sarah? We were trying to protect people."

"Were we? Or were we creating weapons that would give certain powers absolute control? The Prometheus Device isn't a weapon, Jackson. It's a key – a key to expose every dirty secret, every hidden operation, every lie told in the name of national security."

Suddenly, screens worldwide began broadcasting classified operations, including footage from Project Eclipse. Jackson watched in horror as the truth was revealed – they hadn't been developing defense systems. They had been creating a global surveillance network that could control every digital device on the planet.

"The twin thrones will fall," Sarah continued. "Both MI6 and CIA will answer for their crimes. And you, my dear partner, have a choice to make. Stand with the institutions that lied to us both or help me expose the truth."

Before Jackson could respond, M's voice cut through: "Agent Jackson, Sarah Reynolds is a traitor. Your orders are to eliminate her immediately."

Jackson stood frozen, his world unraveling. The partner he had mourned was alive. The mission he had believed in was a lie. And now he had to choose – duty or truth, loyalty, or justice.

His earpiece crackled one final time: "Tick tock, partner. The world is watching. What is it going to be?"

Jackson’s hands clenched into fists. His heart pounded, but his mind was clear. He needed answers.

“I’m coming for you, Sarah,” he muttered under his breath.

M’s voice came through his earpiece again. “Agent Jackson, this is your last warning. Eliminate Reynolds before she causes more damage.”

Jackson hesitated. He knew the truth now. MI6 and the CIA had lied. But was Sarah really the hero she claimed to be? Or was she just another player in a bigger game?

Before he could decide, the ground beneath him shook violently. The walls of the auction house cracked, and the entire structure groaned as if about to collapse.

BOOM!

An explosion ripped through the building. Jackson dived for cover as flames burst from the walls. His earpiece went silent. He was on his own. He sprinted towards the exit, dodging falling debris. Just as he reached the doorway, a masked figure stepped in front of him. It was not Sarah – the figure was taller, bulkier.

“Who the hell are you?” Jackson demanded, reaching for his gun.

The figure lunged. Jackson barely dodged in time. The masked man was fast—too fast. They exchanged blows, but Jackson was outmatched. With a powerful kick, the attacker sent him crashing into a pile of broken furniture.

The figure leaned close. “You should’ve taken the shot, Jackson,” he growled before vanishing into the smoke.

Who was that? Jackson forced himself up, wincing. He needed to find Sarah before it was too late.

Jackson stole a motorbike from a nearby alley and sped towards Geneva’s airport. He knew where Sarah was headed – London. If she were serious about exposing MI6 and the CIA, she would do it in the heart of intelligence itself.

As he weaved through traffic, his phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number:

“Stop chasing ghosts. The real threat is not Sarah. It is what she’s carrying.”

Jackson’s mind raced. Was someone else pulling the strings? Had Sarah been manipulated into exposing Project Eclipse for someone else’s gain? His thoughts were interrupted as gunfire erupted behind him. Two black SUVs were chasing him. Their windows rolled down, and men with automatic rifles leaned out, aiming straight at him. Jackson swerved, barely avoiding a hail of bullets. He twisted the throttle, pushing the bike to its limits. Ahead, a narrow alley offered an escape. He skidded into it, hoping to lose his pursuers. The SUVs could not follow, but the men did not give up. They jumped out, chasing him on foot. Jackson did not stop. He needed to get to the airport before Sarah disappeared forever.

Jackson arrived in London under a false identity. MI6 had marked him as a rogue agent by now. He could not rely on them. Using old contacts, he tracked Sarah to an abandoned church in Southwark. He entered cautiously raised gun.

“Jackson,” Sarah’s voice echoed. “I knew you’d come.”

She stepped out of the shadows, hands raised. But she was not alone. Beside her stood the masked man from Geneva. Jackson’s stomach tightened.

“So, this was your plan all along?”

Sarah shook her head. “No, Jackson. You do not understand. This” she gestured to the masked man, “is Ethan Graves. The man who created Project Eclipse.”

Jackson felt his blood run cold. “Graves? He died in a plane crash five years ago.”

Graves chuckled, removing his mask. “That’s what they wanted you to believe.”

Sarah continued, “MI6 and the CIA did not just build a surveillance system. They built something worse. The Prometheus Device does not just expose secrets, Jackson. It can rewrite them.”

Jackson’s grip on his gun tightened. “What do you mean?”

Graves smirked. “Imagine a world where history can be erased, rewritten, or replaced at will. Wars won or lost with a few keystrokes. Leaders assassinated and replaced without anyone ever remembering the truth. That is what we built, Jackson.”

Jackson’s breath caught. “And you stole it?”

Sarah nodded. “To destroy it. But MI6 and the CIA will not let that happen. They have sent an entire kill squad after us.”

As if on cue, the sound of helicopters filled the air. A red laser dot appeared on Sarah’s forehead.

“RUN!” Graves shouted. Gunfire erupted. The windows shattered. Jackson grabbed Sarah’s hand and bolted for the exit.

They fled through the backstreets, dodging gunfire. But as they reached the Thames, Sarah suddenly stopped.

“This is where we part ways,” she said, eyes filled with regret.

Jackson frowned. “What are you talking about?”

She held up a small device the Prometheus Kill Switch. “The only way to stop this is to activate it. But that means I will be on every hit list forever.”

Before Jackson could stop her, Sarah pressed the button. Across the world, every classified file began deleting itself. MI6, the CIA, every intelligence agency – wiped clean in seconds. The helicopters above them wavered. Then, a single gunshot rang out. Sarah gasped. Blood spread across her chest.

Jackson caught her before she fell. “No! Stay with me!”

She smiled weakly. “Looks like I really am a ghost now, partner.” Her body went limp. Jackson’s hands shook with rage. He looked up to see M standing on the bridge, holding a smoking gun.

“She made her choice,” M said coldly. “Now, make yours.” Jackson clenched his fists. His world had been shattered. His partner was dead. The truth was out. And now, he has one final mission:

Bring down MI6.