Am I Dead?

Chapter 6

FBI Headquarters...

Chris paced nervously across the room, his eyes glancing every few seconds toward Sarthak, who stood by the window, looking out into the rainy city.

Chris: "Are you sure this will work?"

Sarthak didn't turn, his expression unreadable.

Sarthak: "No. But we can't just sit here and watch him kill more people."

Michael, sitting at the table with a frown, chimed in.

Michael: "Sir, you do realize that your plan is full of flaws? It's half-baked. What about the other part? The part you're not telling us?"

Sarthak finally turned around, crossing his arms.

Sarthak: "Don't worry, everything will go according to plan. But there is one person I'm concerned about."

Michael raised an eyebrow.

Michael: "Who?"

Sarthak's eyes darkened, his voice lowering.

Sarthak: "He's caught me off guard too many times. I underestimated him."

Chris, leaning against the wall, watched Sarthak carefully before speaking again.

Chris: "Sir, can I ask you one question?"

Sarthak glanced at him, nodding slightly.

Sarthak: "Go ahead."

Chris: "What's your real plan? I know you're hiding something. What's the part you're not sharing with us?"

Sarthak smiled faintly, shaking his head.

Sarthak: "I do have something up my sleeve. But now's not the time to reveal it. Be patient, Chris. You'll get your answers soon enough."

Chris didn't look entirely satisfied, but he nodded, trusting his superior for now.

At Dr. Becker's House...

The sound of soft footsteps filled the hallway as an old woman in a wheelchair entered Dr. Becker's home, her wheelchair pushed by a young woman. The young woman, her beauty striking, stopped as Dr. Becker greeted them.

Dr. Becker (smiling): "Welcome, Aliana. And how are you, ma'am?"

The old lady, her face weathered but kind, smiled warmly.

Old Lady: "I'm fine, Doctor. And how are you?"

Dr. Becker: "I'm doing well. But it seems like your daughter isn't."

Aliana, who had been standing quietly behind her mother, scowled slightly.

Aliana: "What do you mean by 'fine'? It's not as simple as that."

Dr. Becker's smile faded, his gaze sharpening.

Dr. Becker: "What happened? What did he do now?"

Aliana sighed, her frustration evident.

Aliana: "I don't understand him, Doctor. I don't know what he's planning, what he's thinking. It's like trying to figure out a ghost."

The old woman's voice was calm and comforting.

Old Lady: "Don't worry, dear. If he's doing something, there must be a reason for it. You'll understand in time."