Chief suddenly stood up, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but the stern faces of ISOD officers surrounded him like a cage.

“I have served this organization faithfully!” he shouted, his voice trembling with suppressed fear. “You dare accuse me based on the lies of a captured spy? Do you know who I am?”

Uncle Musa remained calm, his gaze piercing. “We know exactly who you are. That’s why we’ve been watching you for a long time.”

Chief froze. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

“Yes,” Uncle Musa continued, “we already suspected you, Chief. That’s why when Baby Preety’s diary came into our possession, we did not reveal everything at once. We were waiting for this very moment—for you to expose yourself.”

A heavy silence fell on the room. Chief’s face turned red with anger, then pale with fear. He tried to speak, but his lips trembled.

“You set me up!” he finally yelled. “This is a conspiracy against me. I built ISOD with my sweat and blood, and now you want to destroy me?!”

The spy smirked. “There he goes again—talking like the Big Boss we all know.”

Chief’s breathing grew heavier, almost like a growl. In a sudden, desperate move, his hand slipped under the table toward his jacket pocket.

“Don’t move!” Uncle Musa’s sharp command rang out, and instantly, two officers drew their pistols and aimed at Chief.

Slowly, Chief raised his hands. But his eyes—dark, burning, and full of hatred—remained fixed on Uncle Musa.

“You think you’ve won,” he hissed, his voice low but venomous. “But you don’t know how deep this game goes. You will regret crossing me.”

Uncle Musa leaned forward, unwavering. “The only one who will regret, Chief, is you. Guards, take him away.”

Two men stepped forward, grabbing him firmly by the arms. Chief struggled for a moment, but realizing the futility, he forced a bitter smile.

As they dragged him out of the room, the entire hall remained silent, each officer processing the magnitude of what had just been revealed: that the man they had trusted for decades—their very leader—was the traitor they had been hunting all along.