The massive brown bearded bald assassin was sitting in the lounge, waiting for his plane. He was in a brown blazer and black trousers. He had already crushed his phone far away from his home and appointed a taxi from there. Although the taxi was driven by a driver, it reached the airport with only the assassin driving it. No one knows what happened to the driver.
He was passing time by reading novels. He had recently read Digital Fortress by Dan Brown and was laughing at the deaf assassin Hulohot, a character in the book.
'He wasn't even able to kill a man driving a Vespa?' he thought, controlling his laugh. 'I'm a far better assassin than him.'
He had done exactly what the American had told him in a message. Call Dhawan...tell him that you're going to kill an adolescent...he'd try to save her...this would do nothing but waste his time...it is necessary to kill that girl as she knows about the deaths.
'Poor girl,' he thought. 'She's gonna die today! Just because she knows something which shouldn't be known by her.'
Stephenson Mal was a professional assassin. He had never missed his target. Whenever someone appoints him, the appointer is sure about the death of their enemy.
This time, however, the mission was interesting. Stephenson had never been so keen to know more about any case before this. This one was the most mysterious mission he had ever been to. The eight marble stones and their origin were already mysterious. The man who appointed the assassin made the mission more mysterious.
Stephenson remembered that once he was appointed by a Chinese politician to kill his own brother. But this time, the appointer wanted Stephenson to kill those people who were much more precious than brothers or friends to him.
Although the bald assassin loved secrets, this mission had enough secrets to irritate someone. But Stephenson had patience and could wait till the end of the mission.
'Secrets,' he thought, 'are the shittiest things in world. They are irritating, yet interesting. This makes them more mysterious. I like mysteries. I like this case. Therefore, I should do whatever my appointer has ordered so that he could unveil the secrets of this case at the end.'
He had been waiting for his flight since one hour. With each passing time, one question kept echoing in his mind. 'Why?'
This thought was irritating him. He couldn't locate the reason why his appointer wanted to kill someone so close to him?
'More the irritation,' he thought, smiling, 'more the mystery. I love mysteries. I love secrets.'
YOU ARE READING
The Cursed Shell
Mystery / Thriller"It will start from the end...the end will start from it......" World's best known Sanskrit scholars are dying, one-by-one. Detective Ritesh Dhawan and a talented young boy have to find the person behind the deaths before the killer targets more peo...
