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THREE

'Galtiyan' - Zack Knight

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Numb. Just numb as he waited God knows how long for news of his father, who was still in the operation theatre. The murmurs and beeps of of machines rose and fell.

Shanzae was squeezing the life out of his left hand, the one thing keeping his anchored to reality. His mind was a blur from the moment he had read DEYS backwards till now. He forgot how he got his family here, how they had described his dad's condition. Not that they had given much information, just that he was in need of an emergency surgery and that's that.

Of course Shahzad didn't just come and drag his feet across to his seat. He felt livid; a white hot rage swirling in him. Once his family had reached the hospital he had run back to the scene, demanding that he see the person who was driving. He would be the only clue to whoever did it. The only answer was Wasir, but it was hard to tell. He cursed himself for never putting any effort to know his fathers business associates.

He was informed that the driver died on impact. So the next step was to find his identity. Or her. He strides towards the scene, stepping over bits of debris from the wreckage. His eyes skimmed over everything, looking for any sort of clue.

A card caught his eye. An identity card of some sort. Glancing about to make sure no one was focused on him, he bent and picked it up. A drivers license. A woman's one to be exact. Strange.

It was far too damaged for him to see the picture clearly. Great. He wasn't wearing his contacts so he couldn't read the writing - he would do that once he was home.

"She was the one who was driving, you know," a voice sounded from behind him, startling him. He hadn't even heard anyone come up as he had been so engrossed in surveying the license in his hands.

"She's the one who was driving and deliberately crashed into your father's car," the man said as he walked around to come within Shahzads's field of view.

Shahzad scanned the chap in front of him. He literally looked like a nitty. But he didn't sound, or act like one. This raised his suspicions.

"How would you know?" demanded Shahzad.

"Of course, she had nothing personal against your father. Someone else got her to do the job, and she was beginning to be quite a nuisance so one would think, 'oh well why not kill two birds with one stone." the mna rambled on, not even acknowledging Shahzad's words.

Fake-nitty's words rung in his head. She worked for someone who had a lot of power. They got her to do the job to rid of her. Good riddance. But it sucked that he wasn't able to ask her any questions.

"Kill?" reiterated Shahzad.

This time he actually replied to Shahzad.

"Well that was only intended for poor Marinette. You've met her before haven't you? No, he just wanted your father in a position where he couldn't do anything for a certain amount of time."

Marinette. Aboo. Unable to do anything. Business. Shanzae. Ammi. Shayla. Sheheryar. Shakeiah. Sheroze. Shakirah.

Wasir. Wajid. Syed. DEYS.

Too many words running through his head. Unable to make sense of anything. It was as if a tornado was wreaking havoc in his mind. Only the dull ache in his chest kept him from going numb.

There was a pause. Shahzad was sure he was burning holes through the license. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to look at the strange man. Like he knew if he looked he would be burdened with the responsibility of tracking him down.