Ryan’s fingers hovered over the small embedded transmitter inside the drone.
It was still active.
Meaning **whoever sent this thing after him was still watching.**
His breath steadied. His mind sharpened.
This wasn’t just a problem. **This was war.**
And he needed to act fast.
*"Kaia, shut it down."*
*"Warning: Immediate shutdown will alert the source that tracking has been disabled."*
Ryan’s hand froze. **Of course.** If he disabled it now, the enemy would know **he was onto them.**
He had **two options.**
1. **Kill the transmission immediately**—but risk them realizing he was getting smarter.
2. **Let it run and trace it**—but risk giving away more of his movements.
Neither choice was perfect.
*"Can we fake the signal?"* Ryan asked.
*"Affirmative. I can loop previous drone data to make it appear as though the device is still functioning normally."*
Ryan smirked. **Perfect.**
*"Do it."*
Kaia’s interface flickered for a moment. Then, the drone’s status light blinked.
*"Signal loop in place. The device will now broadcast false positional data."*
Ryan exhaled. **Step one: complete.**
Now… **it was time to find out who was watching him.**
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## **The Physical Education Class – A Noticeable Change**
The next morning, Ryan walked into school, feeling strangely light on his feet. His body felt **stronger, more responsive**—as if every step had purpose.
But it wasn’t until **Physical Exercise class** that he truly realized how much had changed.
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Coach Sharma, a former military fitness instructor, clapped his hands. *"Alright, listen up! Today’s endurance drills will test your stamina. No excuses."*
The groans from the students were immediate.
*"We’re starting with a ten-lap run around the field!"* the coach announced.
Ryan wasn’t worried. In fact, he **felt excited.**
The whistle blew.
The students took off.
At first, Ryan kept his pace steady, blending in with the others. But something felt **off.**
He wasn’t tired.
While the others started **panting after three laps,** Ryan barely felt any strain. His muscles weren’t burning. His breathing was controlled.
By the sixth lap, most students had slowed down. By the eighth, **only a handful were still running.**
And then Ryan realized—**he was leading the pack.**
*"Dude… how the hell are you still running?"* Ethan gasped, struggling to keep up.
Ryan slowed slightly. *"I dunno… just feels normal."*
Coach Sharma, watching from the sidelines, narrowed his eyes. *"Ryan! Pick up the pace, let’s see what you’ve got!"*
Ryan hesitated for a second. Then, something in him snapped.
**He sprinted.**
The wind rushed past his ears as his feet barely touched the ground. It felt **natural—effortless.**
By the time he crossed the finish line, everyone else was still on their seventh or eighth lap.
Silence.
Then—
*"Holy crap,"* Ethan muttered.
Coach Sharma walked up, inspecting Ryan with curiosity.
*"Since when did you become an athlete?"* the coach asked.
Ryan forced a grin. *"Guess I’ve been training."*
The coach folded his arms. *"Hmph. We’ll see. You’re joining the school’s track team. No arguments."*
Ryan blinked. **Track team?**
Before he could protest, the coach had already moved on.
Ethan jogged up beside him, still catching his breath. *"Dude. That was insane."*
Ryan shrugged, trying to act casual. *"Maybe I just had a good day."*
But deep inside, he knew.
**This wasn’t normal.**
His body was changing. And people were starting to notice.
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## **Meeting Ethan – More Questions**
After school, Ryan met Ethan at a nearby burger joint.
*"Dude, you look like hell,"* Ethan said, taking a bite of his sandwich.
*"Thanks."*
Ethan raised an eyebrow. *"Seriously, what’s going on? You’re acting weird lately. And now, you’re running like a damn machine?"*
Ryan hesitated. He couldn’t tell Ethan the truth.
*"Just… busy with something."*
Ethan studied him for a moment, then shrugged. *"Fine. But if you start losing your mind, at least let me know first."*
Ryan smirked. *"Sure."*
For a while, it felt normal. Just two friends hanging out.
But in the back of his mind, **Ryan knew the moment wouldn’t last.**
Because the second he got home… **it was time to take the fight to them.**
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## **Preparing for the Infiltration**
Ryan sat at his desk, staring at the map. The **mountain coordinates** were burned into his mind.
This was the **first real lead** he had on whoever was behind the drone attack.
*"Kaia, what’s the best way to approach this location?"*
*"Analysis suggests high-risk infiltration. The area lacks clear pathways, and drone surveillance is probable."*
Ryan exhaled. **Of course it wouldn’t be easy.**
But then, an idea hit him.
*"What if we send a false signal?"*
*"Clarify."*
Ryan leaned forward.
*"What if we make it look like something is approaching from a different direction? Make them focus on the wrong place while I get in."*
Kaia paused. Then—*"Tactical deception is possible. I can generate a simulated drone signature to mislead their defense systems."*
Ryan grinned. **Perfect.**
Now… **he just needed to get moving.**
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## **The Journey Into the Unknown**
Night fell.
Ryan packed a **small tactical backpack**—
- Laptop.
- Power banks.
- Basic survival gear.
- A modified handheld device to interact with the enemy drone’s systems.
Then, he **slipped out of the house.**
*"Kaia, begin false signal projection."*
*"Executing."*
Somewhere far away, a **fake drone signature** would soon appear on their radars. If they took the bait… **Ryan would have his window.**
The mountain range was **colder than he expected.**
As he climbed higher, the wind howled through the trees, sending chills down his spine. Every step forward felt heavier. Not just because of the terrain—**but because he knew he was walking into danger.**
*"Kaia, any signs of movement?"*
*"No hostiles detected within a 500-meter radius."*
Ryan exhaled. **Good.**
But the moment he reached the **ridgeline overlooking the target location—**
His stomach dropped.
**There was an entire underground facility hidden in the valley below.**
And the **entrance was heavily guarded.**
Ryan crouched, gripping his gear.
*"Kaia… this is bigger than we thought."*
Silence. Then—
*"Confirmed. This is not a simple operation."*
Ryan’s heart pounded.
This wasn’t just some random attack.
**Whoever these people were… they were serious.**
And now—**Ryan was officially in their territory.**
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**[Author’s Note]**
Ryan’s physical abilities are becoming impossible to hide. His school life is changing, but so is the danger ahead. What lies inside the underground base? And will Ryan be able to infiltrate unnoticed?
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