Geneva – 3 Weeks Later
World calm.
Alliance stable.
Elder disappeared.
Media quiet.
Too quiet.
Akanksha sat in Oversight Control reviewing long-term threat patterns.
Everything looked… perfect.
And that was the problem.
Perfect systems hide deep flaws.
Her screen suddenly flickered.
Not a hack.
Not external intrusion.
Internal signal.
Origin: Pakistan.
Encrypted military frequency.
Her old frequency.
Her blood ran cold.
Message displayed:
"AK-17, Mission Never Terminated."
Her hands froze.
That code was deactivated years ago.
Only one department still used that signature.
ISI Black Division.
Southern Command
Preyajeet was mid-strategy briefing when emergency intel arrived.
"Sir, Pakistan has activated sleeper cells near three strategic sectors."
His eyes sharpened.
"Evidence?"
"Encrypted chatter referencing AK-17."
Silence filled the room.
He dismissed everyone.
Immediately contacted her.
Geneva
"Tell me it's fake," he said.
She stared at the message again.
"It's not."
A pause.
"They think I'm still theirs."
His voice hardened.
"Or they're trying to pull you back."
Islamabad – Undisclosed Facility
A new figure sat in darkness.
Not the elder.
Younger.
Colder.
Director Zahir Khan.
Head of ISI Black Division.
He looked at Akanksha's file.
"She completed infiltration successfully."
An officer replied, "Sir, she defected."
Zahir smiled faintly.
"No. She evolved."
He leaned forward.
"And assets like AK-17 are never abandoned."
Geneva – Midnight
Akanksha opened a sealed memory chip hidden inside her personal archive.
A final contingency given to her years ago.
If ever reactivated—
Return protocol.
Embedded biometric tracker.
Silent kill-switch.
Her breathing slowed.
"They planned this," she whispered.
Southern Command
Preyajeet's voice was firm.
"You're not going anywhere."
She responded softly,
"If they activate sleeper agents in my name, war starts."
"And if you respond?"
"They stop."
He understood instantly.
This wasn't about love now.
This was about escalation control.
Islamabad
Zahir initiated Phase Reclaim.
Broadcast sent:
"AK-17, Return to Base. Or we release classified proof of your earliest operations—proof that will frame the alliance for cross-border violations."
Political bomb.
If released—
Immediate military retaliation.
He leaned back calmly.
"Let's see where her loyalty truly rests."
Geneva – Balcony
Akanksha stood alone again.
History repeating.
But different.
Before, she had been a child following orders.
Now she was a leader making choices.
Preyajeet stepped beside her.
"You're thinking of going."
"Yes."
He didn't argue.
Because he knew her.
"If you go, it's dangerous."
"If I don't, it's war."
A pause.
He looked at her seriously.
"If you step into Pakistan again, you step in as who?"
She turned toward him.
"Not AK-17."
"Then who?"
"Akanksha."
Not a spy.
Not a weapon.
Not an asset.
Just her.
Unknown Digital Signal
Adrian intercepted something disturbing.
The elder had erased his control.
But someone reactivated a fragment of his predictive AI.
And it wasn't Pakistan.
It wasn't the alliance.
It was independent.
Autonomous.
Learning.
The experiment hadn't ended.
It had replicated.
Adrian whispered to himself:
"This isn't Phase Nine."
"This is evolution."
🔥 NEW ARC STARTS 🔥
The Reclaim Protocol
Now stakes are higher:
• Pakistan wants her back
• Sleeper cells activated
• Political blackmail ready
• Autonomous AI fragment growing
• Love tested by national loyalty again