Back at the hotel suite, Rohan reports in to the DC while the others start assembling the facts into a coherent structure.
"Sir, we found the singer. His name is Juan Carlos. He sings at the Copa Cabana here in Goa. Our next lead is an archeologist from Romania named Raymond Leno. Currently records show he travelled to Madhya Pradesh – we are finding out where exactly. We also got the name for a Dr. Nair from Bangkok, but there seems to be no such passenger. We will look at this Mr. Leno first."
He listens for a bit, then nods, "Yes Sir, will keep you posted on the next move."
At that moment, at the Copa Cabana, Juan is just finishing his performance for the night. The audience gives him a standing ovation. He bows to them and basks in their applause. He tries to look out for Jack and team, but can't spot them. He suddenly spies a beautiful girl wearing a short dress sitting at a corner table all alone. She raises a champagne glass to him and smiles. He smiles back.
He walks up to her and she offers him a glass of champagne. As they sip on the drink, the girl smiles coyly, gets up and puts a piece of paper in his hand. She walks away looking back over her shoulder and smiling naughtily. Juan opens the paper and sees a phone number written on it. He smiles and rubs his hands gleefully.
Up in his plush suite on the 9th floor, Juan Carlos walks around impatiently. He hears a soft knock on the door and runs to open it. Standing outside, dressed only in a bathrobe, is the girl holding a champagne bottle. She smiles at him and sashays into the room. Juan grabs the bottle from her, pops it open and fills up two glasses.
Juan takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch and pulls off his tie. The girl goes into the bathroom. She turns on the water in the bathtub and calls him in. With his hormones now raging, coupled with the alcohol in his blood, Juan immediately strips off and jumps into the tub. As he relaxes, she hands him the glass of champagne then pulls out a Bluetooth speaker from her dressing gown pocket and plugs it in. She puts on some soft romantic music from her phone. As Juan closes his eyes in contentment, she suddenly tosses the plugged-in speaker into the tub. Juan shivers and shakes as the electricity sparks across the water and finally he lays still, electrocuted. The girl removes the bathrobe. She is still wearing the short dress underneath. She looks at her handiwork in satisfaction, picks up her phone and leaves.
The girl walks out of the hotel and stops next to a car parked across the street some way down the road. A man is sitting in the car with the engine idling as she slides into the passenger seat. They are the same assassins who killed Bakshi and Karim.
He looks at her and she nods with a tight smile.
He pulls out his phone and dials a number, "Juan Carlos. Terminated."
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The Enemy Within
Mystère / ThrillerA man is killed in the middle of a desert in Rajasthan, India and is chanced upon by a group of tourists out on a desert safari. They panic and disperse without informing the police. Rohan Kapoor, a NIA agent and his team are tasked with tracking do...