Good Man Operation Guide Novels & Stories

Uncle Ben's gaze swept across the room, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and resolve. The silence hung in the air for a moment, pregnant with anticipation, before he blinked and pressed a button on his tablet. In an instant, a detailed structure appeared on the screen, capturing everyone's attention. "Operation Snuff Out," Uncle Ben muttered, his voice carrying a weight of significance. The name alone conveyed the seriousness of the mission they were about to undertake. "We will approach from different directions to maximize our chances of success," Uncle Ben explained, his eyes focused on the screen displaying the strategic layout.

The best was still to come. A few days later, I was resting at home when the shrill ring of my phone cut through the night. I picked up. The security guard's voice was tense. "Sir, there's a woman kneeling at your doorstep. She's livestreaming, and it's getting chaotic. What should we do?" A smile spread across my face. I knew exactly who that woman was. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and told the security guard to contain the situation and that I would be there shortly.

Sarah followed Damon closely, ensuring he stayed grounded and focused. The operation began with careful precision. Damon and Sarah moved through shadowed alleys and empty streets, their senses alert, every step measured. Jordan’s voice guided them through earpieces, calm but commanding. “Left flank compromised,” Jordan said. “They’ve set up a diversion. Stick to the plan. I’ll guide you through the blind spots.” Damon’s heart raced, adrenaline sharp in his veins. Sarah’s hand brushed his, grounding him, giving him focus amid the tension. “We’re close,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

All inside the Main Hall stood up and replied in one voice, so loud that the windows was vibrating from it. "Good…As of now, I shall officially commence the OPERATION SWORD OF JUSTICE…I want all personnel to prep and ready in 2 hours, General Bina will provide the detailed information's for the ops!…then, Let the Cleanse Begin!!..". All of them stood up once again and salute me as I walk out from the hall, I can see some look of reverend and worships as I passed. I suppose it can be help, I do sound like I was giving a speech to launch a crusade.

This is it! I look at the road carefully, trying to grab the routes so I can cook up a perfect escape plan even though the only thing my brain can assimilate right now is the tears that cascade down my cheeks. I cry very quietly, I do not even have the freedom to cry the way I want. I look at the guard beside me but his face is straight as he looks ahead. It's already dark and after an almost unending drive, the car stops in front of a huge gate. The gate opens revealing a terribly huge mansion.

“I know. I… I’ll do my best.” I held her gaze a moment longer. Then a faint lift of my lips. “Good. That’s all I ask. Be careful.” The jet banked westward, Morocco drawing closer. Tension thickened…electric, inevitable. I stood, drawing attention without asking, and began laying out the operation. “We hired twenty of the best. Fully trained, experienced. They’ll lead the front and back. We move in their center. Eight at the forefront, twelve at the back. Bulletproof, precise, fast. No mistakes.”

—I gave him a meaningful look—“I'd like to minimize the risk of this so-called operation. Could you please leave the Hayes Global security system alone for now?” He gave me a sheepish smile, typed a series of commands, and turned off the computer. A moment later, we went through every stage of our plan, including plans B and C, in case something went south. Finally, smiling, we all declared that everything was prepared. This mission had only one problem—me.

"More exposure. More guards to deal with. But still viable." Dimitri looked at each man individually, assessing their readiness. "Alright," Dimitri said. "This is the operation. You execute it exactly as briefed. No improvisation beyond contingencies. No deviation from the primary objective. Eve comes out alive. That's the only acceptable outcome." "Understood," Giancarlo said. Dimitri stood and looked out the window at the Manhattan skyline. "Equipment check," Dimitri commanded. "Weapons. Communication devices. Extraction gear. Everything gets verified in the next thirty minutes."

Then there was an announcement again! ALL PARTICIPANTS ARE REQUIRED TO ASSEMBLE BACKSTAGE THE PROGRAM IS ABOUT TO BEGIN AND ALL VIEWERS ARE REQUESTED TO TAKE THEIR SEATS. Andrew and Liam bid us goodbye and rushed backstage. We wished them luck and looked for empty seats. We waited and settled down in the front row cheering. ----------------------------- A/ N How is the books so far? Please keep reading ❤ Don't forget to vote and comment.

“Mya has shown me the ropes and I’ve memorized them.” Adrian said, “Remember that this rescue operation is much more dangerous than the ones we’ve experienced in the past. Don’t use the words ‘almost, possibly, probably’ with me in any situation. I want absolute guarantee. You have only two days to prepare, and you’re not allowed to make any mistakes.” “Yes, sir!” answered the crowd. Adrian did not comment further. He glanced at the people and said, “Next, I’m going to talk about all the strategies for the operation. Everyone has to memorize it.”