- Part 60 | Rahim Soft

A man in the corner, bulky and silent, shifted his weight. “The frequency? Rahim, that’ll shut down half the city’s power grid.”

“Seven. Maybe eight. They’re not military. Private contractors. High-end.” Mira’s jaw tightened. “They’re using the backdoor you installed last year.”

At seventy seconds, a single gunshot echoed behind them. Not aimed at them—aimed at a junction box. Someone had figured out the frequency’s source.

He crossed the room and knelt beside her, his voice dropping to a murmur only she could hear. “I didn’t promise that. I promised I’d never erase you .” Rahim soft - Part 60

“Faster,” Rahim said.

“Now,” Rahim said softly, “we see if I kept a copy of the key to the backdoor.”

Outside, a muffled thud echoed through the concrete walls. The contractors had reached the outer blast door. A man in the corner, bulky and silent, shifted his weight

He felt the sting but didn’t show it. That backdoor had been a compromise—a deal with the devil to save three hostages in Jakarta. The devil, as always, had kept a copy of the key.

Rahim didn’t look up from the glass terminal embedded in the wall. His reflection stared back—older, greyer at the temples, but his eyes still carried that unnerving stillness. The same stillness that had earned him the ghost-name Rahim Soft in a dozen intelligence files.

Rahim grabbed Mira’s hand. “Now.”

“Ninety seconds,” Rahim said, standing up. He pressed his palm to the glass terminal. A green ring pulsed once, then twice. The Rahim Soft signature—his mark—flashed on the screen. A system designed to be invisible, untraceable, and when necessary, absolutely merciless.

The lights died.

At eighty-five seconds, Mira tripped. Rahim caught her without breaking stride, half-dragging her the last twenty meters. Maybe eight