Hola... Vanakkam ..
Revisit the last chapter for the clique...
Now, into the story!
How do you define power? Do you define it as an asset that strong people have or as a weapon some use and others abuse to get what they want? What is power to begin with? Is it a state of mind? Is it an advantage to someone who wants to rule?
Power is a force. An unstoppable force that is inbuilt in a warrior. So, when two powerful people wage a war against each other, it isn't violence that takes place, it's a fucking carnage.
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Amar sighs dramatically as he carefully cleans his machetes and stashes them in their places.
Secret hideout are often underground, cause the chances of it being found are way less this way! That doesn't mean that they are any fun.
Like, sure he is accustomed to this and understand all its benefits but secret hideouts are a pain in anyone's behind.
They do have a ton of downsides to them.
Like laundry, laundry is enough of a chore upstairs but downstairs it is a whole other story.
'How am I supposed to get this blood stain out of the shirt with the hunk of a junk we call a washing machine?' he thinks as he finally finishes and all his weapons are settled in his clothes.
Laundry is a strange thing to think about when you are slashing someone's neck open.
He gets that but he doesn't care about it anymore because these days he is more surprised if he hasn't made a kill or two by the end of the week.
When you live a life like his, dangerous or perhaps even psychopathic activities become mundane and mundane activities become hard.
He arches his back and stretches a little as he walks out of the hideout he just cleared.
Sometimes, he laments over the fact that he isn't a 20 something year old who lead the black squad. He is almost forty now and he misses being able to investigate with no questions asked. Now, though he has to be more careful and discreet.
But the lament quickly fades away when he remembers that he is now a part of something much more powerful.
He pulls out his satellite phone and connects into their network.
"Mission accomplished... Be there in 20."
He then checks his phone for any logs and there were two just like he had expected.
He opens and smiles, there is one from Bejoy and one from Vikram sir.
Bejoy has set up the base, Vikram sir has already completed his mission and he beat him too.
Amar changes his bloody shirt in a secluded public washroom and walks out looking relatively unsuspicious.
He walks into a small shop like shed and buys a single cigarette.
YOU ARE READING
The book of snippets
Narrativa generaleThe book contains various short stories and one shots written by me. Majorly dominated by Thalapathy Vijay. Because initially this book was only for him.
