Scene: The Mission Begins
After they got the mission at town, they headed to a nearby café first.
As soon as they stepped inside, Zayn pushed open the wooden café door and raised his voice confidently.
Zayn: "Ciao capo, come stai? Posso avere un po' di succo?"(Hello boss, how are you? Can I have some juice?)Zayn even added a charming eyebrow wiggle like a cheesy movie actor.
The café boss, a round man in a greasy apron, chuckled and waved him in.
Boss: "Sì certo, entra e seguimi."(Sure, come in and follow me.)
He led them through the kitchen to the back door. There, hidden behind some crates and vines, was a small cabin—a secret hideout. Zayn tapped in a code on the rusty keypad. Beep! The door creaked open.
Zayn: "Thanks, boss."
Inside the cabin... a garage packed with luxurious cars.
Alex: "Whoa! Is this real?! Why the hell are there so many cars in here?! This looks like Fast and Furious warehouse edition!"
Zayn (smirking): "Where do you think I got my money from? Crochet club?"He patted the hood of a sleek McLaren 600LT.
Alex: "Wait... do you actually own this beast?"
Zayn: "Nope. Agency property. But I can borrow it. Perks of being a charming old spy."
Alex (laughing): "What exactly did you do before retiring, grandpa?"
Zayn: "Kid, I'm still working. Just... under the radar. Now shut up and hop in."
They got in. Zayn roared the engine like a dragon clearing its throat and shot through the underground tunnel that opened to a far-off exit. Within minutes, they were on the highway.
Alex: "Okay... so where exactly are we headed?"
Zayn: "Read the note in the glovebox."
Alex pulled it out, squinted at the messy Italian handwriting.Target: Rango's Bar. Objective: Cleanup & Recover One Civilian.
Scene: Rango's Bar, Dust and Chaos
They pulled up to Rango's, a shady, low-lit bar covered in graffiti and cigarette smoke. The air was thick with heat and dust, and motorcycles were lined up like horses in an outlaw camp.
As they stepped inside, a dozen eyes turned their way—leather jackets, tank tops, tattoos, beer, and broken jukeboxes.
Zayn strolled through the crowd like he owned the place, dragging Alex behind him.
Chef Leader (blocking the kitchen): "Whoa, this is restricted. You can't be here, old man."
Zayn: "Outta my way, son. I'm with the agency."
Chef: "Name?"
Zayn (flashing a smile): "General Zayn."
The two cooks looked at each other... and stepped aside.
They rushed to the back. In a dim alley behind the kitchen, a group of teenagers were smoking and messing with drugs.
Zayn (firm voice): "Hey! What the hell are you kids doing?"
The teens froze like they'd just seen a ghost. One of them muttered, "Is that… is that Hunter's bloodline?" Then they bolted—running off like terrified rabbits.
Alex (amazed): "Whoa… what just happened? You didn't even touch them."
Zayn (grinning): "Experience, kid. Intimidation is an art."
Scene: Basement Brawl
They descended into the basement, the air damp and musty. In the center was a man tied to a chair—bloodied. Surrounding him, thugs with knives were laughing and beating him.
Zayn: "Well, well, what the hell is this? Happy Hour?"
All the men spun around, ready to fight.
Gang Leader: "Who the hell are you, grandpa? Shouldn't you be home playing checkers with your grandson?"
Zayn (grinning): "I am playing with him right now."
Alex stepped up beside his grandfather, cracking his knuckles.
Gang Leader: "You're that Hunter kid? Pfft, I heard stories about your family. Thought it was all bedtime bullshit."
Zayn (grabbing a knife): "Aw, you like bedtime stories? Let me show you the nightmare version."
Thug: "Get 'em!"
The fight exploded.
Zayn moved like a serpent—dodging, cutting, twisting. Alex was a storm—bare hands, savage blows, blood and fists flying. Bones cracked. Bodies dropped.
In minutes, only the gang leader remained. He lunged with a knife.
Zayn sidestepped.
Alex grabbed his wrist, twisted—CRACK! The man screamed. The knife clattered.
Zayn: "Now that's why he's my grandson."
Scene: Escape & Interrogation
They freed the tied man and dragged him to the car. Zayn tossed him a burger.
Zayn: "Hungry?"
The man devoured it like it was gold.
Zayn: "So, why were they after you?"
Man (mouth full): "I… I was part of a drug cartel. I betrayed them. Took some product. They found out. Sent hitmen. Thought you were more of them…"
Zayn: "We're just the cleanup crew. Now sit tight."
Alex: "Gran, where to next?"
Zayn: "Harbor. HQ is in L.A."
Alex: "Wait—L.A.? As in Los Angeles? We're in Italy!"
Zayn (winking): "You're driving."
Scene: Harbor, Departure
At the harbor, people lined up for boats to Mexico. Mafia eyes scanned every vehicle.
Zayn (to the man): "Entonces tu jefe es Pablo?"(So your boss is Pablo?)
Man: "No, Pablo está muerto. Mi jefe ahora está en México."(Pablo's dead. My boss is in Mexico now.)
Zayn: "¿Cuál es tu nombre?"(What's your name?)
Man: "Encinto."
Zayn: "Ve al baño si quieres, pero vuelve."(Go to the bathroom if you want, but come back.)
Encinto exited.
Alex: "What did you just say to him?"
Zayn (grinning): "We talked about girls in Mexico."
Alex: "Pervert old man…"
Scene: Mexican Showdown
They reached a dusty Mexican town. Old saloons. Horses. It felt like the Wild West.
Alex: "Damn, this looks like a Clint Eastwood movie."
Zayn: "You ain't wrong. C'mon, Encinto."
Encinto led them up to a private room in a worn-out bar. Inside, Carebe and his goons were having a meeting.
Carebe: "¿Quién carajo es este tipo?"(Who the hell is this guy?)
Leo: "Better teach this old man a lesson."
Zayn (yawning): "Oh god, I thought Mexico would be exciting."
The door locked. They attacked.
Zayn disarmed Leo with a swift move—CRACK!—and Leo dropped.
Alex dodged Jose's attacks and sweeped his legs. BOOM!
John charged with a knife, but Alex countered—twisting his arm, elbow snap.
Carebe managed to slice Alex slightly—blood on the sleeve—but that was it. Zayn grabbed him and snapped his wrist.
Carebe (screaming): "¡Está bien! ¡Él está en Nueva York!"(Fine! He's in New York!)
Zayn (nodding): "Good boy."
Scene: Back on the Road
They sped off. Zayn in the back. Encinto still dazed.
Zayn (to Encinto): "You're coming. You know too much."
Alex: "Wait, why do I have to drive again?!"
Zayn (tossing the keys): "Because I said so. Now move, I'll tell you a story on the way."