Jerry’s abnormality was finally fully exposed to humans.

It began with routine data transmission.

The assistant monitoring Jerry stared at the movement map on the screen, frowning deeper and deeper.

Jerry was a highly trained agent rat—every mission had a clear goal, and her route had always been precise and efficient.

But over the past two weeks, a strange pattern emerged:

she kept returning to the same hidden area inside the underground nest, and stayed longer each time.

“Team leader, come look at this.”

The assistant pulled up the data.

Everett walked over with coffee, glanced at the screen, then looked again.

He said nothing, pulling up every second of Jerry’s activity data from the past month, analyzing frame by frame.

The records showed her behavior in that zone had completely abandoned her mission.

She no longer moved quickly to gather intelligence.

She lingered… almost as if she was attached.

They did not recall Jerry or force her back.

Everett made a decision: watch in secret.

He ordered the tech team to boost the precision of Jerry’s tracking gear.

They needed to know what was wrong with their perfect agent—and use her to find the Queen’s core nest.

“Animals are still animals,” Everett told the team.

“Emotion can override instinct. Even the best agent can lose control.

But let’s let the bullet fly a little longer.”

Jerry knew nothing.

She still left the surface every day, pretending to scout, diving deep into the dark tunnels—

all just to see Greer again.

In the programming humans had implanted, she should stay alert, focused on intelligence every second.

But she found she could not do it anymore.

Every time she neared that hidden zone, her heart raced.

All her trained instincts—caution, suspicion, readiness to fight—

were replaced by a nameless, overwhelming urge.

Greer.

She wanted to see Greer.

Gradually, Jerry realized Greer held supreme status in the colony.

All rats obeyed her respectfully.

Even large, strong rats bowed gently before her.

Yet Greer never used that authority against Jerry.

She was always warm and close,

as if Jerry was not an outsider, but family.

Greer gave Jerry the plumpest, sweetest grain—

golden, rich, a taste Jerry had never known during missions.

Jerry craved this warmth more and more…

and resisted her duty more and more.

She began to deliberately damage her equipment.

The first time was on a rainy night.

She squeezed into a narrow rock crevice and rubbed her back signal transmitter against the stone until the shell cracked and the signal died completely.

Her heart pounded when she returned to the surface.

She did not know if humans had noticed, but she had to do it.

The second time.

The third time.

She grew bolder and more skilled.

She hoped she could delay the human attack,

if only for one more day of safety for Greer.

But she had no idea—

all her tricks had already been seen through.

In the research center lab, the assistant reported to Everett daily.

“Her signal transmitter has broken three times.

The damage pattern is not accidental.

She did it on purpose.”

Everett nodded calmly, showing no emotion.

He had the team reconstruct Jerry’s full path, piecing together broken signals.

They confirmed the truth:

the rat Jerry was meeting repeatedly

was the Queen Rat, Greer.

“Greer,” Everett murmured the name, like a lab sample ID.

“Her behavior shows high organizational and emotional influence—classic queen traits.

The closer Jerry grows to her, the better for us.”

They quickly finalized the final plan:

use Jerry’s love for Greer to lead humans to the core nest.

Every detail was set:

Jerry’s route would be remotely guided.

Her damaged gear would be secretly fixed and upgraded.

The second she reached the queen’s inner nest,

humans would launch total destruction.

And Jerry’s mission would end.

“After the mission, retrieve Jerry immediately,”

the lead researcher announced at the meeting.

“Destroy all defective agent equipment.”

His voice was flat, cold, unfeeling.

No one objected.

To them, Jerry was never a living being.

She was a tool—used, controlled, disposable.

Her pain was not pain.

It was a malfunction to be fixed.

But Jerry was still deep in the underground nest,

enjoying the short, peaceful moments with Greer.

One day, Greer led her somewhere new.

A deep, deep tunnel, filled with damp earth and a soft, sweet scent.

At the end was a wide, hidden chamber—

the main food stockpile, with dozens of holes leading even deeper.

“This is our home,” Greer said softly, but clearly.

“If anything happens one day… run out this way.

Take the narrowest tunnel.

Keep running. Don’t look back.”

Jerry’s heart twisted sharply.

She knew what Greer sensed.

The queen was not stupid.

She had smelled the human scent on Jerry,

or noticed the detectors near the nest.

But she did not accuse Jerry.

She did not drive her away.

She simply gave her the safest escape route.

Jerry opened her mouth, but said nothing.

She remembered what humans had taught her:

You are the best agent. You fight for humanity.

But was humanity’s cause to destroy this world?

To kill Greer and all her kind?

Greer touched her forehead gently with her nose.

“Don’t be afraid,” Greer said. “Everything will be okay.”

Jerry closed her eyes, feeling the warmth.

She knew she could never turn back now.

Not as an agent.

But because she could never hurt Greer.

Yet she also understood what the secretly repaired equipment meant:

humans had never let her go.

The more abnormal she became, the more valuable she was.

What she did NOT know was—

at that very moment,

on the research center monitors,

her location signal glowed brightly.

The assistant stared at the tiny dot,

marking a clear path on the underground map.

“Everett!” he said excitedly.

“She’s going to lead us straight to the core.”

Everett stood behind him, watching the path unfold.

His lips twitched—not a smile,

just the confirmation of a long-awaited victory.

“Prepare the final plan,” he said.

“This time, there will be no more mistakes.”

His eyes rested on the small moving light.

To Everett, Jerry was only a tool.

A tool about to finish its purpose.

But Jerry was still deep in the nest,

leaning quietly against Greer,

completely unaware

that she had become the final, fatal pawn

humans would use to destroy the entire rat kingdom.