The Void Operators Jakes Memory
Four elite operators that work out of a unit called ISA. A special division of the ISA that has to fund its own projects to stay afloat so no one knows they exist, other than the shadow government that runs the DARPA and other US govt entities that are beyond top secret. Their first mission is to shoot a courier for the Yakuza and his 12 body guards in a 13th floor hotel room. THey are carrying 300 million worth of diamonds in two suitcases. The lead operator Jack is on the 13th floor outside the room waiting for the shot. The black man thin, very muscular, is on the rooftop a mile away and fires the shot from a massive sniper rifle. Hits through the glass and kills four yakuza off the bat. Then the middle eastern agent outside the room with Jack, the tall white thin athletic leader breaks into the room by using his cell phone and armed with silenced handguns shoots them all in the head in 4 seconds. The asian lady that is small and behind a large computer screen is monitoring everything and talking them through it and organizing everything. Jack and keenan the middle eastern man take the two suitcases and take the elevator down. The black agent Jack is waiting downstairs in a black lexus limousine for them. They then pick. up Jada, the asian lady at another building. They all proceed to get onto a private jet to fly to Panama to exchange the diamonds for funds in a Papal bank account with the vatican that is safe from prying eyes. On the plane they look at the diamonds. they take some champgne and toast to funding more secret projects through the ISA. That allows them to use all US govt assets with the presidential seal, so to access no questions asked.
Jake had been with the ISA team two years, which in any other job that would be starting out. But when you save the world on a frequent basis, it is a job more taxing than any other on earth. Jake had just finished an important mission and the memory of his helicopter getting blown out of the sky by a SAM site that was missed by our satelites was devastating. This day the parents of Jake, his black mother and black father and two brothers were all dressed in nice clothes. Drew presented them an american flag folded up in a triangle. He presented the congressional medal of honor to his mother. And said, "This is on behalf of a grateful nation for your sons service and sacrifice". The funeral went on with James, Marissa, Keenan, and Drew at the casket side at the cemetery in California where Jake was from. After the funeral Drew told Marissa to deposit funds into the parents joint account in the sum of 40 million US dollars to assist them in their loss and provide them comfort. Drew knew they would need additional funds at this point. So they met in the command center in their bunker complex. Drew told the team of Marissa, Keenan, and James that he wanted to steal the crytocurrency of one of the cartels in Mexico working out of puerto Vallarta. El Mencho. The team arrived off a private leer jet into the blistering son of Mexico. The immediately had a limosuine waiting. They took it to a rental that was 1 million dollars a month on the coast overlooking the ocean from a cliff and private entrance. Keenan and Drew and James got their overalls on that made them look like telephone workers. They had a small white van that was literally from the telephone company that they borrowed. They drove up to the estate and outside they just climbed the telephone polls and installed devices that would intercept all communicationsl the gate guards saw the working and Keenan spoke spanish to them that they also needed to access the node on the property for five minutes. They looked legitamate so the guards let them in and they were in the house setting up devices that would capture all the cell phone signals that were coming from the house. TO make sure they left 8 different devices that would never be detected. Technology was superior in this day and age; They then drove the van away without anyone knowing. Marissa was at the house in Puerto vallarta overlooking the sea and her laptop had encoded level secrecy that was superior to anything on earth. She was linked directly to a satellite that allowed her to access the best quantum computer that DARPA had. She linked every computer and cell phone in the house. Although old, they still had a landline for the maids. Every once in awhile the accountant would make some trades in El Mencho's crypto currency accounts. Once he made his first trade it was over. Marissa was able to use the quantum computer to hack the account and within milliseconds the quantum computer was able to drain the 900 million dollars that El Mencho had in unhackable crypto accounts. Drew told Marissa to give 100 million to the local Catholic church to ensure that some good was done with this blood money. An anonymous donation used to help the children, the poor, the infirmed, and dogs. Drew had a soft spot for dogs. Like St francis of Assisi, who loved dogs and thought they deserved a spot in Heaven. Once the money was taken, Drew, Keenan. and James went back to the house to retrieve the 8 pods that they had installed. Dureing their visit in the house, El Mencho was losing his mind. Running around the house with a gun and randomly shooting. He saw Drew and Keenan in the hallway and shot at that them. Keenan took that as an aggressive posture so pulled out a silenced handgun and shot El Mencho twice in the chest and once in the head. There was a loud thump as he fell back. Three securiety guards showed up, and Keenan shot all three of them within two seconds, They also fell back with a thud. No time to think. Keenan called into his throat microphone covered by his overalls that mission has been breached. They immediately retrieved the rest of the pods from upstairs. On the way down there was 10 guards at the bottom of the stairs that turned around and James, Drew, and Keenan shot them before they could even say a word. They calmly but quickly got into their little white van and drove back to the estate. Told Marissa to pack up and were gone racing towards the airport with instructions to the pilot to prepare for immediate departure. No communiccation with the tower. The limo pulled up, the four hurried over to the private leer jet and just took the runway where a commercial airliner took off and they were 10 seconds behind it; The tower thinking it was a cartel boss just ignored it, fearing for thier lives. The news channel, several hours later, was reporting that El Mencho had been killed, most likely by Mexican authorities working with the US Government. But the Void Operators knew better.
CHARACTERS
Drew
protagonist
Keenan
supporting
Marissa
supporting
Dr. Li Wei
antagonist
PLA commander
antagonist
delta force
protagonist
Colonel Ryan Oaks
supporting
PLA Guard
minor
Dr. Marcus Chen
supporting
Shanghai Guard
minor
Winston
minor
James Archuleta
supporting
Voice Contact
supporting
James Archuleta's Wife
supporting
Child 1
supporting
Child 2
supporting
Harry Eragon
protagonist
PAGE 1
Panel 1:A cemetery in California beneath clear blue sky. Fresh grave with headstone bearing Jake's name. Four figures stand in dark formal clothing: Jake's black mother and father, his two black brothers, all dressed in suits and dark dresses. Drew stands nearby in a dark suit, holding a small triangular folded American flag. Morning sun casts long shadows across the grass.
Narrator:“Two years with the ISA. Most would call it the beginning. But when you save the world weekly, time moves differently.”
Panel 2:Close-up of Drew's face, jaw tight, eyes focused on Jake's mother. He extends the folded American flag toward her with both hands, his expression grave and respectful. Morning light catches the folds of the flag.
“Drew: This is on behalf of a grateful nation.”
Panel 3:Jake's mother accepts the flag with trembling hands, pulling it to her chest. Her father places a hand on her shoulder. Her two brothers stand rigid, faces carved with grief. The American flag is now held against her body.
Panel 4:A Congressional Medal of Honor on a ribbon, held in Drew's open palm. The medal catches the morning light, gold and gleaming. Drew's hand is steady, extended toward Jake's mother.
Panel 5:Wide shot of the cemetery. The group stands at the graveside—Jake's family, Drew, and four other figures visible in the background: James Archuleta in Air Force flight suit, Marissa, Keenan, and a priest in dark robes. The casket is lowered into the earth. Mourners' heads bowed. California landscape behind them, green hills under clear sky.
Narrator:“The helicopter that carried him across the Iranian desert became his tomb. A SAM site our satellites missed.”
Panel 6:Close-up of Drew's face as he watches the casket descend. His eyes are hard, unreadable, but his jaw clenches slightly. One hand grips the other at his side. Behind him, out of focus, the mourners and priest.
PAGE 2
Panel 1:Interior of an underground command center carved from rock. Banks of screens glow with data. A secure conference table dominates the center of the room. Drew sits at the head. Marissa, Keenan, and James sit around the table, all in dark tactical gear. Maps of Mexico and Puerto Vallarta are spread across a holographic display.
“Drew: Forty million dollars to Jake's family. Effective immediately.”
Panel 2:Marissa's hands move across a haptic interface, transferring funds. Digital numbers cascade across her screen—40,000,000 USD flowing into a joint account. Her face shows concentration. Behind her, a window-like display shows the account balance updating in real time.
Panel 3:Drew stands and walks to the holographic map of Mexico. His finger traces the coastline near Puerto Vallarta. The map zooms in, showing a sprawling coastal estate perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Intelligence photos display: El Mencho's compound, guard positions, vehicle patterns.
“Drew: We need funding. El Mencho has it. Nine hundred million in cryptocurrency.”
Panel 4:Keenan leans forward, studying the compound photos. James reviews tactical overlays on his tablet. Marissa's fingers steeple together as she listens. All three show focused intensity.
“Keenan: Unhackable accounts. Quantum-encrypted. James Archuleta: We'll need quantum computing access.”
Panel 5:Drew turns from the map, his expression resolute. He places both hands on the conference table.
“Drew: DARPA's quantum AI is ours to use. We breach the house, plant intercept pods. Once El Mencho's accountant makes a trade, Marissa drains everything.”
Panel 6:Wide shot of the entire team at the table. All four operators nod in unison, understanding the scope and risk of the operation. The holographic map of Puerto Vallarta glows behind them, marking their next target.
Narrator:“A mission to honor Jake. A mission to fund their war.”
PAGE 3
Panel 1:A private Learjet descends through clear sky toward Puerto Vallarta. Turquoise water and white sand beaches visible below. The jet's shadow passes over the runway as it approaches landing. Harsh Mexican sun blazes from above.
Narrator:“Puerto Vallarta. Blistering sun. Cartel territory.”
Panel 2:The jet's wheels touch down on the runway in a cloud of dust. Ground crew stands ready. A black limousine waits at the edge of the tarmac, engine running.
Panel 3:The limousine's interior, dark and cool. Drew, Marissa, Keenan, and James sit in the back, all dressed in tactical gear. Drew checks his watch. Outside the tinted windows, the Mexican landscape blurs past.
“Drew: Twenty minutes to the rental house.”
Panel 4:A sprawling modern rental house perched on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Floor-to-ceiling windows, infinity pool, white stone exterior. The house sits isolated, surrounded by manicured grounds. Ocean waves crash far below.
Panel 5:Interior of the house. Marissa sits at a sleek glass desk facing the ocean view. Her laptop glows with encrypted data streams. Multiple holographic displays surround her workstation, each showing quantum encryption algorithms and real-time satellite feeds. Her fingers hover over the haptic interface.
“Marissa: Quantum link established. DARPA's AI is live.”
Panel 6:Outside, Drew, Keenan, and James stand beside a white van marked with a telephone company logo and Spanish text. All three wear orange and blue overalls, tool belts, and hard hats. The van is parked in the driveway. In the background, El Mencho's compound is visible on the adjacent cliff, separated by a ravine.
“Drew: Telephone workers. The oldest trick. Keenan: They'll never suspect.”
PAGE 4
Panel 1:The white telephone van pulls up to the outer gate of El Mencho's compound. Two cartel guards in tactical gear stand flanking the gate, rifles held casually but ready. The guards watch the van approach with suspicion. Drew, Keenan, and James sit in the van's front cab, visible through the windshield in their telephone worker disguises.
“Drew: Approach slowly. Act routine.”
Panel 2:Keenan rolls down the van window and leans out, speaking rapid Spanish to the cartel guards. He gestures casually toward the telephone poles. One guard leans down to look at him. In the background, more guards are visible on the compound walls, watching.
“Keenan: Necesitamos acceso al nodo en la propiedad. Cinco minutos.”
Panel 3:The cartel guards exchange a glance. One shrugs and nods, waving the van through. The gate slides open electronically. The van begins to move forward into the compound.
Panel 4:Wide shot of the compound interior. The white van drives toward the main house. Telephone poles line the property. Drew, Keenan, and James climb out of the van wearing their tool belts. They approach the nearest pole, tools in hand. Guards watch from a distance but do not approach. The house looms in the background, modern and imposing.
Narrator:“Eight pods. Eight intercept nodes. Undetectable.”
Panel 5:Close-up of James's hands as he installs a small metallic pod on a telephone pole. The device is the size of a thumb drive, seamlessly integrated into the pole's hardware. His fingers work with precision. Sweat beads on his forehead from the heat.
Panel 6:Drew and Keenan move toward the main house entrance, carrying tool bags. Cartel guards nod as they pass, paying little attention. Inside, visible through the glass doors, more guards can be seen. The two operators are now inside the perimeter, ready to install the remaining pods.
“Drew: Inside. Four more pods. Move fast.”
PAGE 5
Panel 1:Interior of El Mencho's house. Modern luxury: marble floors, high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. Drew and Keenan move through a hallway, tool bags in hand. A maid walks past them without a second glance. Sunlight streams through windows, creating stark geometric shadows on the walls.
Narrator:“Every cell phone. Every computer. Every communication in the house now monitored.”
Panel 2:A study. Drew installs a pod behind a desk. Keenan installs another on a bookshelf. Both work with surgical efficiency. On the desk, a landline phone sits beside stacks of papers. Neither operator looks at the documents—their focus is purely on the installation.
Panel 3:A bedroom. James installs a pod inside an air conditioning vent while Drew stands watch at the door. The room is luxurious: king bed, expensive art on walls, ocean view. James's hands move with precision despite the confined space.
“Drew: One more. Then we're done.”
Panel 4:A home office with a bank of computers and phones. Drew installs the final pod behind a server tower. Marissa's voice crackles through his throat microphone, barely audible. Drew's expression shows focus and urgency.
“Marissa: All pods online. I'm receiving signal.”
Panel 5:The three operators exit the house through the same entrance they entered. They walk toward the van, tool bags in hand, moving at a casual pace. Guards watch but do not interfere. The van's engine is already running.
“Drew: Van. Now.”
Panel 6:The white telephone van drives away from the compound. Through the rear window, the gate closes behind them. Drew sits in the driver's seat, eyes forward. Keenan and James are in the passenger and back seats respectively. The road ahead is clear.
Narrator:“Eight pods. Eight communications intercepted. Now they wait.”
PAGE 6
Panel 1:Back at the rental house. Marissa sits at her workstation, surrounded by holographic displays showing encrypted data streams. Each pod's signal appears as a green node on a 3D map of El Mencho's compound. Real-time audio captures play in windows—conversations, phone calls, cell phone signals. Her fingers move across the haptic interface, sorting and filtering.
Narrator:“The accountant makes the first trade in forty-eight hours.”
Panel 2:Holographic display zooms in on a transaction. Numbers cascade across the screen: El Mencho's cryptocurrency wallet, balance showing 900 million dollars. The accountant's voice plays through a speaker, confirming the trade in rapid Spanish. Marissa's eyes track the data with predatory focus.
Panel 3:Marissa's hands move across the haptic interface. Quantum algorithms activate. The DARPA quantum AI engages—visible as cascading code and mathematical symbols flowing across her screens. The cryptocurrency account begins to destabilize, its quantum encryption unraveling in real time.
“Marissa: Quantum AI engaged. Encryption collapsing.”
Panel 4:The 900 million dollar balance begins to drain. Numbers spin downward in real time: 900M, 800M, 700M, 600M. The process takes milliseconds in quantum time. Marissa's face shows grim satisfaction. In a window beside the main display, another account fills with the transferred funds.
Narrator:“Nine hundred million dollars. Drained in milliseconds.”
Panel 5:Marissa's hands pause. She initiates a secondary transfer. One hundred million dollars flows from the stolen account toward a separate destination: a Catholic Church in Puerto Vallarta. The transaction completes silently. Her expression is resolute.
“Marissa: One hundred million to the Church. Anonymous.”
Panel 6:Wide shot of Marissa at her workstation. The ocean view behind her. All holographic displays show the completed transfers. The account is empty. El Mencho's cryptocurrency fortune is gone. Marissa leans back in her chair, exhales slowly. Her work is done.
“Marissa: Eight hundred million secured. Church receives one hundred.”
Narrator:“Blood money now feeds the hungry, the sick, the dogs.”
PAGE 7
Panel 1:El Mencho's compound. Interior. El Mencho stands in his bedroom, face contorted with rage. He holds a gold-plated pistol in one hand. His other hand grips a phone showing zero balance on his cryptocurrency accounts. His face is flushed red, eyes bulging. Behind him, expensive furniture and art surround him, but none of it matters now.
“El Mencho: No! No, no, no!”
Panel 2:El Mencho runs through the hallway of his house, gun raised, firing wildly at walls and ceiling. Plaster explodes. Paintings fall. Servants scatter in panic. His screams echo through the marble halls.
“El Mencho: Who did this?! Who?!”
Panel 3:Drew and Keenan emerge from a stairwell, dressed as telephone workers, carrying empty tool bags. El Mencho sees them in the hallway. His gun swings toward them. His face is wild with fury and confusion. He fires three shots—bullets crack past the operators.
“El Mencho: You! You did this!”
Panel 4:Close-up of Keenan's face. His eyes narrow. In one fluid motion, he draws a silenced handgun from beneath his overalls. His expression shifts from casual worker to lethal operative. Two shots fire—muzzle flashes illuminate his face.
“Keenan: Aggressive posture noted.”
Panel 5:El Mencho staggers backward, two rounds in his chest. His mouth opens in shock. Keenan fires a third shot—center of the head. El Mencho's body falls backward with a loud thump, collapsing against the marble floor. Blood spreads beneath him. His gun slides across the floor, coming to rest against the wall.
Panel 6:Three cartel guards round the corner, assault rifles raised. They see Keenan and Drew standing over El Mencho's body. The guards' eyes widen in recognition of the threat. Keenan's silenced pistol is already aimed at them.
“Keenan: Mission breached.”
PAGE 8
Panel 1:Keenan fires three rapid shots. The silenced pistol barely makes a sound—just soft thuds. All three cartel guards fall backward in sequence, heads snapping back. They collapse to the floor in a heap. No screams, no drama. Just bodies falling.
Panel 2:Drew and Keenan move quickly up the stairs. James appears at the top landing, tool bag in hand. All three operators are now moving with lethal purpose, no longer pretending to be telephone workers. Behind them, sounds of gunfire echo through the house as more guards respond to the commotion.
“Drew: Retrieve the remaining pods. Go. Go.”
Panel 3:The three operators descend the main staircase. At the bottom, ten cartel guards stand with rifles raised, eyes wide with shock and rage. The guards have not yet fired. The operators have not yet slowed.
Narrator:“Ten guards. One staircase. Four seconds.”
Panel 4:All three operators fire simultaneously. Drew's silenced pistol speaks in rapid bursts. Keenan and James do the same. Muzzle flashes light up the staircase. The ten guards fall before they can squeeze their triggers. Bodies crumple. Rifles clatter to the floor. Silence follows.
Panel 5:The white telephone van speeds away from El Mencho's compound. Inside, Drew drives while Keenan and James secure the tool bags containing the retrieved surveillance pods. Marissa's voice crackles through their throat microphones from the rental house.
“Marissa: Pilot is ready. Get to the airport. Now.”
Panel 6:A black limousine pulls up to the private Learjet. Drew, Keenan, James, and Marissa exit the limo and sprint toward the jet's open door. The engines are already spooling. A commercial airliner lifts off from the runway ahead of them. The Learjet begins to taxi immediately, no tower clearance requested or given.
Narrator:“Tower control thinking a cartel boss fled. Fearing for their lives, they ignored the second jet.”
Panel 7:The Learjet accelerates down the runway. Through the windows, the airport recedes. The jet lifts off, climbing steeply into the clear blue sky. Below, Puerto Vallarta shrinks into the distance. Inside the cabin, Drew, Marissa, Keenan, and James sit in leather seats, breathing heavily but composed.
“Drew: Eight hundred million secured. Jake's family is protected. Marissa: One hundred million will do tremendous good.”
Narrator:“The news would report El Mencho's death as Mexican authorities' work. They would never know the truth.”