The night was eerily silent as Shivansh and Lucky stood on the rooftop, overlooking the dimly lit alleyways below. The city, unaware of the battle brewing in its shadows, continued its restless slumber. This was no ordinary mission. This time, they were stepping into a world far darker than anything they had faced before—the underground syndicate.
Shivansh's sharp eyes scanned the streets below. "This isn't just about street crime anymore. These people—" he gestured toward the warehouse at the far end of the alley, "—they operate from the darkness, controlling everything from drugs to human trafficking. If we don't stop them now, no one will."
Lucky adjusted his gloves, his expression serious. "I get it. But this is different from before. These aren't small-time criminals. We're dealing with people who will kill without hesitation."
Shivansh smirked. "Then we make sure they never get the chance."
The two moved swiftly, their steps light as shadows as they approached the warehouse. The air was thick with the stench of oil and blood. Inside, men sat around tables, counting stacks of money while others stood guard, rifles slung over their shoulders.
Lucky whispered, "Too many of them. We need a distraction."
Shivansh pulled out a small device from his pocket and tossed it toward the entrance. Within seconds, smoke filled the room, throwing the criminals into chaos. The two dashed inside, their movements precise.
The fight erupted in an instant.
A guard lunged at Shivansh, swinging a metal pipe. Shivansh ducked, grabbed the man's wrist, and twisted it sharply—a sickening crack echoed as the guard crumpled to the ground. Another came charging, but Lucky intercepted him with a well-aimed kick to the ribs, sending him crashing into a pile of crates.
Bullets whizzed past them. Shivansh rolled behind a stack of barrels, pulling Lucky with him. "We need to take out the ones with guns first."
Lucky nodded. "On it."
With lightning speed, he leaped onto a nearby shelf, using the height to his advantage. His dagger sliced through the air, knocking the gun from one of the syndicate member's hands before embedding itself into another's shoulder. The man screamed, but before he could react, Lucky delivered a precise blow to his temple, knocking him unconscious.
Shivansh, meanwhile, used the shadows to his advantage. He moved unseen, taking down enemies before they even realized he was there. A swift elbow to the throat, a knee to the gut—each movement was executed with perfect control.
Within minutes, most of the guards lay unconscious. But then—
A deep voice echoed from the back of the room.
"Well, well… seems like we have some unwanted guests."
The smoke cleared, revealing a tall, imposing figure—a man covered in scars, with cold, calculating eyes. He clapped slowly, his lips curling into a smirk.
"I must admit, you two are impressive. But you made one mistake…" He snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, red laser dots appeared on Shivansh and Lucky's chests. Snipers. Positioned across the upper levels of the warehouse.
Lucky cursed under his breath. "This is bad."
Shivansh remained calm. "We've been worse."
The leader chuckled. "Brave. But bravery won't save you." He stepped forward. "Who are you?"
Shivansh's eyes darkened. "No one is important."
The leader smirked. "I see. A vigilante? How… predictable."
Shivansh took a deep breath. Then, in a flash, he moved.
A gunshot rang out.
But before the sniper could fire, Shivansh grabbed a fallen gun and shot out the warehouse's only overhead light, plunging the room into darkness.
Lucky wasted no time. Using the momentary confusion, he flipped over a table and sent it crashing into the gang members.
The fight restarted, but now, the advantage was theirs.
Shivansh used the shadows once again, his strikes precise and deadly. He disarmed one sniper, twisted his arm behind his back, and used him as a shield against the others. Lucky, on the other hand, engaged the leader himself.
The scarred man was fast—too fast.
His fists flew toward Lucky, but Lucky dodged, countering with a powerful punch to the ribs. The man grunted, stepping back, but didn't fall.
"You're good," the leader admitted, wiping blood from his lips. "But not good enough."
He lunged forward, and Lucky barely managed to block. But the force sent him skidding back.
Shivansh, finishing off the last sniper, turned just in time to see the leader pull out a hidden blade from his belt.
"Lucky, move!"
But it was too late.
The blade slashed across Lucky's side.
Lucky gasped, stumbling back. Blood seeped through his clothes.
Shivansh's eyes burned with fury.
Without a word, he launched himself at the leader, faster than ever. A brutal series of strikes followed—one to the jaw, another to the ribs, a final one to the throat.
The leader choked, stumbling, before collapsing.
Silence.
Lucky clutched his wound, breathing heavily. "Damn… that hurt."
Shivansh rushed to his side, ripping a piece of cloth from his sleeve to press against the wound. "You'll be fine."
Lucky chuckled weakly. "I better be. Otherwise, who's gonna save your reckless ass?"
Shivansh smirked. "You act like you're the smart one."
Lucky groaned. "I am."
They both turned toward the fallen leader.
Shivansh crouched beside him. "Who do you work for?"
The man coughed, blood dripping from his lips. "You think… this ends here?"
Shivansh's grip tightened. "Answer me."
The leader chuckled. "You have no idea what you've just stepped into."
Lucky sighed. "Great. Another cryptic villain."
The man smirked. "You'll see soon enough."
With his last ounce of strength, he pressed a small device in his palm.
A low beeping sound filled the air.
Shivansh's eyes widened. "He's set a bomb—"
Before he could finish, a deafening explosion ripped through the warehouse.
The force sent both Shivansh and Lucky crashing backward. Flames erupted, debris flying in all directions.
Shivansh coughed, pushing himself up. "Lucky—"
Lucky groaned, waving weakly. "Still alive."
They barely had time to breathe before the sound of approaching sirens filled the air.
Shivansh cursed. "We need to move."
Lucky struggled to his feet. "What about the syndicate?"
Shivansh's eyes narrowed. "This wasn't just some gang. They're part of something bigger."
Lucky winced. "Then I guess our job isn't done yet."
Shivansh looked out over the burning warehouse. Their battle had only just begun.
With a final glance at the destruction behind them, the two melted into the shadows—unseen, unknown, but always watching.
The city would soon realize that justice now had no face.
And the underground syndicate?
They had just made their first real enemies.