celin the gangster

The night air in San-Jamb City was heavy with smoke and tension.

Kelin stood on the rooftop across from Dock 17, staring through the scope of his sniper rifle.

Below, walking casually along the docks, was Commander Drax—the man he was ordered to kill.

"Every night he's alone," Kate had said.

"Just pull the trigger."

But something didn't feel right.

A Ghost of Doubt

Kelin had killed before—but not like this.

Not to cover someone else's dirt. Not for a corrupt badge.

His thoughts were racing.

"What if Kate is worse than Drax?"

"What if Drax is innocent?"

Still, time was ticking.

Kate had promised Celin's freedom by morning—but only if Drax was dead before midnight.

Kelin adjusted his aim, breathing slow. Finger on the trigger.

Something Isn't Right

Through his thermal scope, Kelin noticed something strange:

Too much heat in the shadows.

Three figures on the rooftops.

Two more under the dock. Armed. Silent.

"He's not alone," Kelin whispered.

Drax was walking like bait. Like he wanted someone to strike.

This wasn't a casual stroll. This was a trap.

Kelin activated his comm link.

"Bytefire. Get me a scan of Dock 17. Full layout."

The hacker replied instantly.

"Confirmed. I'm picking up six heat signatures. Red Cult symbols detected. This is a guarded operation."

Kelin's heart sank.

"Red Cult?"

Bytefire sent a file to his visor:

Commander Drax — Level 2 Ballas Agent. Sworn under Melin & Jack.

"Drax is one of them," Bytefire said.

"You take this shot, you make war with the Ballas directly."

Caught Between Blood and Brotherhood

Kelin lowered the rifle and paced the rooftop, torn in two.

If he killed Drax:

He'd start a war with Melin and Jack.

He'd be hunted.

Celin would be freed… but at what cost?

If he refused:

Kate might cancel the deal.

Celin might rot in prison forever.

And the Red Cult would stay a step ahead.

"This city is poisoned," Kelin whispered. "Corruption everywhere. Even inside my own blood."

The Moment of Truth

Suddenly, Kelin spotted Melin himself, stepping out of the shadows near Drax—laughing, handing him a cigar.

"He's there…" Kelin whispered. "My own brother."

His body tensed.

His mind screamed.

Pull the trigger and the past dies.

Don't pull it, and you lose everything you fought for.

He aimed again. Hands shaking.

And then—he pulled back.

"I'm not doing it… not like this."

Kelin called Bytefire.

"Abort the mission. Shut it down. Pull my team back."

"What about Celin?" Bytefire asked.

"We'll find another way. But I won't become a puppet for one more devil in this war."

Kelin disappeared into the shadows, vanishing into the underworld.

But now he had enemies on both sides:

Kate, furious that his hit failed.

The Red Cult, suspicious of the ghost watching from the rooftops.

And Melin, unaware that his brother had just spared his life… again.

Meanwhile… Kate Watches

From a surveillance van, Commander Kate clenched his jaw as he watched the feed go dark.

"He hesitated."

He turned to his lieutenant.

"Issue the alert. Kelin Felin is now a threat. I want his head before dawn."

To Be Continued...