Morning came… but the tension didn't fade.
Meher stood over the files.
One name in her mind—
"Director."
"We start with connections," she said.
Rishan nodded.
"Every transaction, every meeting… leaves a trace."
Aarav and Reyaan arrived.
Safe.
But serious.
"What did we miss?" Aarav asked.
Meher showed the file.
"The real target."
Reyaan's expression changed.
"This just got bigger."
They gathered around the table.
"Divide the work," Aarav said.
"I'll track financial links."
"Digital trails are mine," Reyaan added.
Rishan nodded.
"I'll handle old contacts."
All eyes turned to Meher.
She picked up her notebook.
"I follow the stories."
Silence.
Then—
A small nod from everyone.
This wasn't random anymore.
It was a mission.
Hours passed—
Clues started forming.
"Found something," Reyaan said.
"A hidden server… used by multiple accounts."
Aarav added—
"Money transfers… routed through shell companies."
Rishan looked up—
"Same pattern… same source."
Meher connected it—
"One network."
Reyaan typed quickly.
"Tracing location…"
The screen flickered.
Then—
A single word appeared:
"Restricted."
System locked.
Access denied.
Silence.
"They're watching," Aarav said.
Meher closed her notebook slowly.
"No…"
She looked at the screen.
"They're hiding."
Outside—
Clouds gathered again.
Because now—
They weren't just exposing the system.
They were hunting its creator.