The interviewer's skepticism and stringent demeanor left Ali with no doubts - if the HR's answers were negative, he needed to promptly notify me of the changed plan. This awareness heightened his anxiety, but with security cameras closely monitoring his every move, including his mental state, he strived to maintain control over his reactions. After enduring an exhaustive four-hour interview, an additional hour of anticipation weighed heavily on Ali's shoulders. Finally, a man from HR emerged, bearing an eerie resemblance to Ghezghazal and her family. With a hint of reservation in his voice, he disclosed, "Your probationary contract spans three months. Assuming we are satisfied with your performance, we will consider extending your contract for another year."

"We don't entertain weakness in our ranks, no matter how impressive the resume or recommendation," the man asserts, his skepticism engrained in his words. "However, I must admit, your fearlessness and unwavering composure have made an impression." As the guard escorts Ali towards the power station's advanced electronic facilities, a wave of relief washes over him, momentarily alleviating the stress that had consumed him. Covering a mile-long distance, they finally arrive at the power station's entrance, greeted by the presence of an experienced figure who exudes an air of authority - likely the chief engineer and overseer of the facility. In a display of formality, the guard hands over an envelope to this competent individual, indicating his role as the recipient and protector of vital information.

Accepting the envelope with an air of utmost seriousness, the chief engineer refrains from delving into its contents and instead passes it to his trusted assistant. Dismissing the guard with a nod, his focus shifts to Ali. "My capable assistant will acquaint you with the protocols as he guides you to your quarters," he divulges with a composed tone. "Be prepared by 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, for the guard will retrieve you to join your fellow technicians at work." 145 (Note: The destination of "142" seemed like a page number or reference point, so I omitted it. Let me know if you had intended something else.)

Escorting Ali towards a towering two-story structure, the assistant leads him through an array of corridors filled with anticipation. The building hosts a multitude of rooms, their numbers exceeding fifty. Ascending to the second floor, the assistant ushers Ali into a modest, yet comfortable, chamber. Placing an electronic file in his hands, the assistant emphasizes the importance of meticulous reading, cautioning him against breaching the written rules. With a swift swipe of an e-card, the door securely seals shut. "Prepare yourself by seven forty-five tomorrow morning," the assistant advises, his voice resonating through the closed door, before retreating into the depths of the building.

His words carry the authoritative tone akin to that of a seasoned sergeant commanding troops. The dilapidated structure resembles a forlorn, budget off-road motel, devoid of any charm or comfort. Inside, Ali finds a modest assortment of essentials - a humble sink, a functional toilet, and a diminutive shower room. The centerpiece of the room is a cold, unyielding steel bed, accompanied by a solitary chair and a small desk, providing the barest necessities for his stay. A glimmer of fortune shines through as he notes the presence of a window, offering a glimpse into the outside world and its lush greenery. While Ali acknowledges the internet connection, he remains cognizant of its limitations. It operates within a tightly controlled LAN, under constant surveillance. Yet, it serves its purpose to a certain extent, relieving him of the need to resort to the precarious transmitter concealed within his teeth - an action that could potentially unravel his carefully crafted cover.

Ali immediately prioritizes the connection of his laptop, recognizing it as his link to crucial information. With the device powered up, he delves into the file provided by the assistant, absorbing its contents with focused attention. The regulations outlined within the document bear an uncanny resemblance to those enforced within detention centers - an unnerving parallel that signifies the stringent control permeating the complex. Without the explicit authorization of their manager and guarded accompaniment, employees are strictly prohibited from venturing beyond the confines of the battery limit or exploring other areas of the facility. However, a glimmer of opportunity brings a slight reprieve. Within the confines of authorized internet use, Ali can maintain contact with his family and access a selection of restricted sites. A cautious duality emerges, where connectivity to loved ones and fragments of the outside world becomes a delicate privilege within the controlled confines of this complex.

Without delay, Ali initiates contact with a forged email address, one that belongs to Colonel Iranmardy, while keeping a watchful eye out for any surveillance or monitoring. Carefully crafting his message, he writes: "Hello, I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to inform you that everything is proceeding as planned. I have successfully secured a three-month probationary position, and with dedication and hard work, there is a possibility of extending my contract for an additional year. Please rest assured that I am doing my utmost to fulfill the mission. With love, Ali" Sent directly to Operations Headquarters, where Colonel Iranmardy and Colonel David preside over the mission, the message swiftly awaits their attention. Moments later, Colonel David, assuming command, swiftly responds, issuing the critical orders that must be executed as per the meticulously laid out plan.