- May 4, 2021
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The crackle of the radio sliced through the tension in the air, delivering a concise order: “All patrol units, proceed to the new designated location. NSST has pinpointed the primary operation base of CipherShade in the Bang Sue district.” The message ended as abruptly as it had begun. In the digital ether of the city, turmoil reigned supreme, with police forces converging on a nondescript building nestled within the bustling heart of Bang Sue, Bangkok.
A frantic voice shattered the relative silence of a shadowed room. “They’ve breached our defenses – we need to move, now!” The urgency was palpable as a man, driven by desperation, hurled his laptop into a bathtub, now a graveyard of electronics submerged in water. “Grab all the hard drives, everything you can carry!” His commands cut through the air, as he and his companions scrambled to dismantle their digital fortress. The room, bathed in the glow of monitors and the frenetic dance of LED lights, pulsed with the urgency of their task. A glaring red warning blazed across the main screen, 'WARNING––An Intrusion Has Been Detected,' a stark herald of their compromised sanctuary.
The command cut through the tension like a knife, "Power down, now!" The woman's voice, muffled by her mask, was filled with urgent authority. A thunderous silence followed the shutdown of systems, a stark contrast to the room's previous electronic hum. "Arm yourselves! We split into ten groups, each taking a separate car. Do not regroup under any circumstances!" Her instructions were her last words before she disappeared into the shadows, her silhouette merging with those of her armed companions.
A man clads in a black rider's suit vented his frustration as he straddled a motorcycle, a partner in tow. "Can you believe this mess? Since when did the cops get control over our site?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and anger. Glancing over at the woman now known as Clara, he added, "This is a headache we didn't need. Stay safe, Clara." With that, he revved the engine, and the motorcycle tore away into the night, a blur against the backdrop of chaos.
Across the city, the airwaves hummed with a singular narrative, every news channel echoing the dramatic developments. "Just five minutes ago, a breakthrough announcement from cyber police confirmed a decisive cyber offensive against the servers of the elusive CipherShade," reported a journalist from Channel 3, his voice steady but charged with the gravity of the moment. "Our cameras are now trained on an unassuming edifice in Bang Sue district, identified by authorities as the nerve center of CipherShade's operations. Patrol units are converging on the scene as we speak," he continued, the weight of the situation evident in his delivery.
Simultaneously, Thairath TV was caught in the adrenaline of a live pursuit. "A dramatic turn in the CipherShade saga unfolds above us as a police helicopter tails two motorcyclists, believed to be CipherShade affiliates, through the city's veins," narrated their correspondent, his tone infused with urgency. "Despite widespread roadblocks, the duo remains at large, resorting to gunfire to disable a police cruiser in a desperate bid for freedom. The incident has tragically resulted in the loss of five officers," he reported, his voice resonating with the intensity of the unfolding crisis.
"Breaking news just in," announced a poised woman reporter from Channel 7, her tone sharp with scrutiny. "Director of the National Intelligence Agency, Wiroj Panichakul, has issued a press statement moments ago." She paused for effect before continuing. "Panichakul declared that the NIA Internal Division, in collaboration with the cyber police and ISOC, has been actively pursuing the CipherShade hacker group. However, in response to queries, he refuted claims by the group that the NSST, their purported target, operates as a form of digital authoritarianism." With a decisive nod, she concluded her report, leaving a sense of intrigue lingering in the air.
The crackle of a radio burst through the air, injecting urgency into the scene. "A patrol cruiser is down! Open fire authorized to neutralize suspects," the voice blared, prompting swift action. High above, a police marksman in a helicopter took aim at the rear tire of a motorcycle, poised for a decisive shot. "A shot will be fired in three, two, o––" The sentence was cut short by the sharp crack of a bullet, ending the threat with precision. "Holy fuck!" exclaimed the pilot, startled by the sudden turn of events. "Helicopter C is under attack. Marksman downed from an unknown location," he relayed urgently over the radio, his voice tense as he maneuvered the aircraft.
As his words echoed, explosions rocked the vicinity, signaling chaos. "Emergency, Emergency! Blockade bombed, suspects escaping Bangkok," the frantic message blared before the line abruptly fell silent. "All units, nearby provincial forces on standby for transition of responsibility," came the terse directive, underscoring the gravity of the situation.
"Who the heck did that?" the motorcyclist exclaimed, his voice laced with incredulity as they sped into the forest. Beside him, his companion responded with a hint of admiration, "There are those who know the police's every move. Just a bit of cash, and the path is clear. Bombs in place for months. Quite the setup, eh?" A chuckle escaped him.
"Now, how the heck do I reconnect to the network?" The man in the back muttered, fumbling with his phone. "Damn! I just took out five cops. My rap sheet's getting longer by the minute," he lamented, interrupted by the driver's stern voice. "You're dragging us deeper into the mess, Ball. Lay low for now. The heat's off, but let's not tempt fate," he advised, urgency tinging his words.
A frantic voice shattered the relative silence of a shadowed room. “They’ve breached our defenses – we need to move, now!” The urgency was palpable as a man, driven by desperation, hurled his laptop into a bathtub, now a graveyard of electronics submerged in water. “Grab all the hard drives, everything you can carry!” His commands cut through the air, as he and his companions scrambled to dismantle their digital fortress. The room, bathed in the glow of monitors and the frenetic dance of LED lights, pulsed with the urgency of their task. A glaring red warning blazed across the main screen, 'WARNING––An Intrusion Has Been Detected,' a stark herald of their compromised sanctuary.
The command cut through the tension like a knife, "Power down, now!" The woman's voice, muffled by her mask, was filled with urgent authority. A thunderous silence followed the shutdown of systems, a stark contrast to the room's previous electronic hum. "Arm yourselves! We split into ten groups, each taking a separate car. Do not regroup under any circumstances!" Her instructions were her last words before she disappeared into the shadows, her silhouette merging with those of her armed companions.
A man clads in a black rider's suit vented his frustration as he straddled a motorcycle, a partner in tow. "Can you believe this mess? Since when did the cops get control over our site?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and anger. Glancing over at the woman now known as Clara, he added, "This is a headache we didn't need. Stay safe, Clara." With that, he revved the engine, and the motorcycle tore away into the night, a blur against the backdrop of chaos.

Simultaneously, Thairath TV was caught in the adrenaline of a live pursuit. "A dramatic turn in the CipherShade saga unfolds above us as a police helicopter tails two motorcyclists, believed to be CipherShade affiliates, through the city's veins," narrated their correspondent, his tone infused with urgency. "Despite widespread roadblocks, the duo remains at large, resorting to gunfire to disable a police cruiser in a desperate bid for freedom. The incident has tragically resulted in the loss of five officers," he reported, his voice resonating with the intensity of the unfolding crisis.
"Breaking news just in," announced a poised woman reporter from Channel 7, her tone sharp with scrutiny. "Director of the National Intelligence Agency, Wiroj Panichakul, has issued a press statement moments ago." She paused for effect before continuing. "Panichakul declared that the NIA Internal Division, in collaboration with the cyber police and ISOC, has been actively pursuing the CipherShade hacker group. However, in response to queries, he refuted claims by the group that the NSST, their purported target, operates as a form of digital authoritarianism." With a decisive nod, she concluded her report, leaving a sense of intrigue lingering in the air.

As his words echoed, explosions rocked the vicinity, signaling chaos. "Emergency, Emergency! Blockade bombed, suspects escaping Bangkok," the frantic message blared before the line abruptly fell silent. "All units, nearby provincial forces on standby for transition of responsibility," came the terse directive, underscoring the gravity of the situation.

"Now, how the heck do I reconnect to the network?" The man in the back muttered, fumbling with his phone. "Damn! I just took out five cops. My rap sheet's getting longer by the minute," he lamented, interrupted by the driver's stern voice. "You're dragging us deeper into the mess, Ball. Lay low for now. The heat's off, but let's not tempt fate," he advised, urgency tinging his words.